I shake my head and look away from him.
“No, you’re right,” I sniffle. “I knew it was a dumb idea to go to that random party, and I wasn’t thinking. Plus, I knew something was wrong with the drinks because they were just pouring the liquid out of a vat. I just … I don’t know, okay? My friend wanted to go to the party and I said yes, instead of staying home. It was a bad decision, and I wish I hadn’t called you because I know I ruined your night.”
“Hey.” He puts his big finger under my chin and gently lifts my head until I’m looking into his intense gaze. “You can always call me, Katy. I’m not mad about that, and in fact, I’m glad you decided to reach out to me. It’s just that seeing you there, in that place, and knowing someone could have slipped you something.” He grits his teeth. “Someone could have hurt you and I could never forgive myself if that happened.”
I stare at him, and try to look deep into his soul. Why is he so troubled? Why does he feel responsible for me?
“Brad,” I begin in a soft voice. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, and you work for my dad, not for me. I’m not part of your responsibilities, so you don’t have to go out of your way—”
He leaps up and begins pacing around like a caged animal, energy radiating from his big form in intense waves.
“You are my responsibility,” he grinds out harshly. “I look out for you.”
“But why?” I ask. “I’m in college now, so it’s fine. I’m an adult, Brad.” There’s no answer as he pauses his pacing for a second before turning to look at me with eyes so hot that my voice dies off. But then, his enormous form moves so fast that at first, I don’t realize what’s happened. A startled gasp escapes my lips when I realize that his mouth is on mine, but it feels so right. I’ve been dying to be kissed by Brad Landon for years now, and I melt with a shuddering sigh into his strong arms.
“Yes,” I whisper when he pulls away, his breathing harsh. “I want this. Touch me, please.”
But the older man jerks away then, harsh streaks on those high cheekbones.
“No,” he says forcefully, gritting his teeth while staring at the floor. “You’re too young. You don’t deserve this, Katy.”
I’m shocked. Don’t deserve what? The electricity that’s pulsing between us so strong that the living room’s burning up? The moistness between my thighs, and the tightness in my nipples? No, I’ve wanted him for so long, and I do deserve this. That’s when I decide to pull out my feminine wiles. I’ve wanted this man since forever, and I can’t stand it anymore.
Mewling, my body goes hot. When Brad turns to me, I smile suggestively while inching forward on the couch cushion and trailing one suggestive finger along my neckline, emphasizing the plush décolletage. But my skirt’s simultaneously being pulled upwards and I can feel the material beginning to bunch around my pelvis. Perfect.
Brad’s eyes burn as they rake over my curvy form, his expression tortured, dark and ravenous. He sweeps over my heaving breasts before trailing over my narrow waist and resting in the juncture of my thighs. But I have a secret tonight because I’m not wearing panties, and as he stares at the shadowy vee between my legs, I continue inching forward on the couch until the hem of my skirt is pulled up so high that a hint of my bare pussy comes into view. The slit is pink and gleaming, and coyly, I run a finger down to lightly pat my puffy lips.
“Do you want this, Daddy?” I coo softly. “I know my pussy wants you.”
Brad’s utterly still for a moment, and with a giggle, I take it to the next level. Slowly, my knees part a bit, and my swollen lips spread open, revealing the juicy pinkness within. With a naughty giggle, I reach down and tease my nub out of its hood until it stands up straight and proud, begging to be sucked by this man.
“Here you go, Daddy. We’re ready to play now.”
That does it. With a vengeful growl, Brad launches himself at me and I’m literally knocked back on the couch as his big hands roam over my body. My dress is ripped from me, and the rags discarded on the floor as my ivory curves heat and swell under his adoring touch.
“Fuck,” he groans while pressing hot kisses to my neck. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long.”
I can’t answer because this is the culmination of my fantasies as well. I want to be burned by the alpha male. I want him to touch every inch of my body and sear me all the way to my core. I grab his shirt, my hands fumbling at the buttons, and with a low roar, he tears the material from his chest, revealing six pack abs and sculpted pecs.