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He reaches across the table and grabs my hand, linking our fingers. “Noted.”
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From the moment Jake kissed me in the parking lot, it’s never been a question that we’re going to sleep together tonight. Only the location is unknown. My mind made up, I make that very easy.
Walking out of the steakhouse with his arm snug around my waist, I snuggle up to his firm body and lead him to my car. Pulling the key fob from the pocket in my dress and unlocking the doors, I lick my lips and smile. “My place.”
He stops. Angling his body to face mine, his big hands cup my hips. As his thumbs rub small circles, inching closer and closer to my pussy, wetness floods my entrance, and my nipples stiffen.
“What’s your address?”
It takes me a long moment to remember it and then I rattle it off. The words have barely left my lips when his mouth is on mine.
All too soon, he pulls away and opens the driver’s side door for me. He’s rough around the edges, but a gentleman lurks inside him. I slide into the seat, and he smoothly closes the door. “I’ll follow you.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re at the gate to my house and his truck follows my car in without any issues. Butterflies bounce in my stomach, and I know it’s just nerves because I haven’t had a drop to drink since that night at the bar.
I worry about Daddy noticing another vehicle’s headlights behind mine, but when the garage door slides up, I see his Rover is gone and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Daddy is bound to notice Jake’s truck when he comes home, though. I didn’t think about that when inviting Jake to my place. I know if it were another high-end model vehicle, he wouldn’t think anything of it. But Jake’s big truck is at least ten years old. More than that, it’s not something you would find parked at Daddy’s club.
Maybe I should have asked him to park elsewhere and then he could have arrived with me in my car and daddy would never know I had a friend over.
Clenching my hands on the steering wheel, I hear the truck’s big engine idling and look up to see Jake dimming the headlights while he waits outside the garage.
Shame fills me at my indecisiveness.
No! This isn’t who I am. This isn’t who I want to be.
My car’s engine goes silent. Stepping out, I lock up and stride out to where Jake’s waiting. His window goes down. Looking up into his serious face it’s as if he knows all about the doubts I’m experiencing and is waiting for me to send him away.
It hits me then, how much of a man on the outside looking in he is. I thought the hopeful way he asked if it was a date was cute. Really, it was a man used to disappointment and fully prepared to experience it once again.
Something I can understand all too well. It's why I rarely date and have turned away so many men. So many men are only interested in who my family is and don’t really care about learning who I am. I’m more than just my last name. Just like Jake is more than his job and his truck.
Lifting my chin, I smile brightly at Jake. “You can park right there, you’re not in the way of the other doors. The way to my place is through the garage.”
Nodding, Jake kills the big engine and swings out of the truck. Following me up the staircase leading from the garage to my apartment, out of the corner of my eye, I see him glancing around curiously when I open the door. I try to take in what he sees.
This isn’t your average above garage bonus room. In typical fashion, Daddy went overboard. The stairs lead us right to the living room, with its higher-than-expected ceilings, comfortable leather furniture, and enormous TV. It’s open concept, so it’s easy to see the cheerful full-sized kitchen from where we stand. All stainless-steel appliances, complete with dishwasher and a refrigerator far too large for a single person. There’s a small half-bath off from the living room and my bedroom has its own on-suite bathroom with a huge walk-in shower.
Sometimes I take for granted the way I live. My apartment is larger than Jake’s and far nicer, something I would never be able to afford on my salary.
No wonder he calls me princess. From his point of view, I must be the very picture of a spoiled little rich girl.
Maybe this really is all a mistake…
The gentle touch of his fingers on my chin snaps my eyes up to his face and all my doubts disappear at the reverence I see there.
His thumb trails along my bottom lip. Parting my lips, I flick my tongue out to taste his skin.
“Fuck.”
That’s my only warning before his mouth crushes mine, his tongue wasting no time sweeping inside and claiming me in a fast, hard kiss.
He tastes like mint and man. He must have chewed gum on the way. I didn’t. If he disapproves of my taste, he doesn’t let on, his tongue smoothly exploring mine with deep strokes and teasing ripples.
I grip his forearms, feeling the muscles bunching under my fingers. A surge of wetness bursts from my core, saturating my already wet thong.
