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But I don’t think so. I don’t believe little Laine Seabourne knows how to play games.

“I’m so sorry,” she cries, and I can feel her voice against me. “I thought you wanted me…”

She won’t look at me.

If she looked at me, I wouldn’t need to say the words that seal my doom.

I watch as my hand tugs the towel from her head and strokes her hair softly. And the words come, “I do want you.”

My voice is laced with more than want. It’s laced with need.

The need to consume.

To take.

To own.

I feel her stiffen in my arms, and it’s too much. I snake an arm around her slender waist and pin her to me, and my fingers travel down, over the tight globes of her ass, and she’s just as perky as I imagined.

I hitch her, and it’s beyond doubt she really is a virgin, because she gasps as she feels the ridge of my cock against her belly. I circle my hips, and my robe works itself loose as she moves with me.

The sensation of flimsy satin between my stiff cock and her soft belly is such beautiful torture.

“This isn’t about want,” I hiss. “It’s about what’s right.”

She’s all breath and wriggling flesh, her flushed face tipping up to mine. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses tight, and her hips move, pin my cock to my stomach, where my balls ache and my dick wants to shoot its load all over her nightdress.

And then I push her away.

Firmly.

“Not here.”

There’s something in my tone I can’t hold back, and she hears it. The nod of her head tells me everything, her eyes so eager to please.

“I need to shower,” I say.

She nods again.

“I’ll go to bed… I’ll be… if you want…”

Oh, how I fucking want.LaineMy legs are jittery as I cross the landing to the safety of Jane’s room.

Shit. Shit, shit and total shit.

I want nothing more than to call Kelly Anne and tell her about my epic seduction fail. She’d laugh and tell me I’m a fool, and I’d have to laugh too, even though the thought of it is already burning me up, confessing my V status on his landing like some kind of stupid imbecile.

I don’t even know what came over me, and maybe that means he’s right, maybe it’s some kind of trauma shit that’s got me all worked up and acting weird.

Maybe that’s why I’m a freak enough to want him to be my daddy one minute, and want him to be my lover the next.

How is he supposed to think I’m all grown up now, after I made such an epic fail of the whole sorry thing?

But I know that’s not true. Because I felt him. And he was hard, hard and big. Big enough to make me nervous. Big enough to make it feel so real.

I turn Jane’s little lamp on and look down at my belly, and he’s left a mark, nothing but a faint little smear to show where his cock pressed against me. It makes the tingles between my legs come back so hard.

I want him.

Really want him.

I’ve never wanted to give myself to anyone before, not like I want to give myself to Nick.

I sit on Jane’s bed and stare at the crack in the doorway, the door I’ve left slightly open.

I hear the water start up in the bathroom as I slip between Jane’s sheets and pull them to my chin. It’s so natural for my thighs to ease open, so easy for my fingers to slip down there and rub at my clit until I’m squirming all over again, and I don’t even care anymore, don’t care that this is his little girl’s room and he’s taking care of me, I don’t care that it’s disrespectful and stupid and not what I should do.

I don’t care about any of those things, because I felt him, and I know he wants me. I know he wants me like that. And it’s the most amazing feeling, to be wanted by a man like Nick. A real man.

A perfect man.

I wonder if he’s going to be jerking off in there again, and the thought gives me flutters of panic that I won’t be able to watch him.

I wonder if he’s already convincing himself that he doesn’t want me after all and I’m nothing but a dirty girl who needs to go home.

In my imagination, brave Laine leaps from the bed, whips off her nightdress and steps into the steaming shower, kneels before him, opens her mouth. I wonder what he tastes like.

I wonder if he thinks the same about me.

None of my wondering stops the dance of my fingers around my clit, none of it stops the ripples that rock through my body as I go over the edge and twitch and moan and struggle for breath.


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