Page 5 of Wild Daddy

But as I watch her flush and fumble with the server's attention, I find myself wondering what she'd think of my brothers. What they'd think of her.

Cade Boone, falling for a girl he met in the bathroom who is young enough to be my daughter. I stand in that dark corner like a stalker until the reception starts to wind down. The bride and groom exit though a tunnel of clapping hands as most of the guests stream out of the doors toward the elevator banks.

She hangs back, sitting where she’s been for the last bit with an open book on her lap, her elbows on her knees, holding her chin in her hands reading like she’s the only one in the room.

I’m fucking dumbstruck and fascinated by this strange and stunning creature. Finally, one of the guests approaches her, taps her on the shoulder and nods toward the now nearly empty room. She looks around, then closes her book, and stands.

She packs up a little messenger bag with her book and shuffles with a tired look toward the hall alone. I intercept her by the front desk, close enough to smell her vanilla perfume again.

"Calling it a night?" I trail my gaze up and down, the neckline on the dress looks lower than earlier, showing off cleavage that makes my dick weep. Her head snaps my way.

"Oh. You're..." She blinks, those big brown eyes going wide. " I thought you'd left."

"I’ve been watching you." I step closer, close enough to see the way her pupils dilate and notice the glint of her white teeth behind pink lips. "I needed to make sure you didn't think you were driving anywhere."

She straightens her shoulders, and I catch a glimpse of the steel beneath all that softness. "I had three glasses of champagne over four hours. I'm perfectly fine. At my weight, I would have metabolized most of the alcohol by now." She hesitates when I raise my eyebrows. “Alright, it was four glasses. I’ve never had that many drinks before.” She reaches up to scratch between the loosened curls on her updo.

"You told me the truth. That’s good." I reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, enjoying the way she shivers but doesn’t pull back, the way her face turns up to mine, looking for something. "Good girls tell the truth, even when it’s hard. Especially then."

Her lips fall open, there’s smart defiance in her eyes but she settles backward an inch, enough for me to notice she’s waiting. For me. For whatever is coming next.

"And since you were honest," I continue, clicking my teeth together before I finish, "I’ll be honest with you." I reach forward, resting my thumb on the corner of her mouth. "That kiss we had? That was just the beginning. You deserve to have the full experience of stranger kissing. As long as I’m the stranger."

She just stares at me, her breathing shallow. Then a flicker of something crosses her face as she glances around the nearly empty then points.

"Coat room. Over there?" She says with the blunt directness of someone who's never learned to be coy. "Like in books, and old movies, right? They're always making out in coat rooms.”

I take her hand, and she wraps her cute little fingers into mine in a way that almost makes me cum in my pants.

She wants the fantasy. And shit, if I’m not ready to give in to her every fucking whim.

The coat room is small and dimly lit, lined with a few forgotten jackets and the faint scent of cedar and perfume.

"You sure about this?" I ask, even as every instinct I have screams at me to take what she's offering.

"I've been sure about nothing my entire life," she says, and there's something raw in her voice that makes my chest tight. "Everything's been decided for me since as far back as I remember. What classes to take, what colleges to apply to, what career path would 'optimize my intellectual potential.' But this... this is mine."

The confession hits me harder than it should. She isn’t just an intriguing, beautiful young woman that looks out of her depth at her friend’s wedding anymore. She’s changed before my eyes as I understand a little more about who she is, who she was, who she wants to be. I get a full image of a girl who’s been pushed through life at warp speed, always two steps ahead of where she should be, never getting to just be young and reckless and stupid.

"Alright then." I take her bag, dropping it to the floor, then back her against the wall, caging her in with my arms as my dick strains down the leg of my pants. "Lesson one: when a man wants you,reallywants you, he takes his time."

I start with her temple, pressing soft kisses along her hairline while she starts to shake. I work my way down to her ear, letting my breath ghost over sensitive skin until she's gripping my shirt.

"Lesson two," I murmur against her throat, "he pays attention. To everything. The parts of you you let the world see and the parts you hide."

I find the spot where her pulse hammers in her neck beneath her earlobe, and suck, drawing her flesh between my teeth. The soft moan she makes goes straight to my balls, as I force slowness into each move. Each breath. She deserves to be savored, not devoured.

At least this time.

"And lesson three?" Her question is sincere even if her voice shakes.

"Lesson three is that he makes sure you're ready for him." I lift my head to look at her, taking in the flush on her cheeks, the way she rubs her lips together. "You're going to ask me nicely, Marley."

Her name has been easy enough to overhear during the reception chatter. But hearing it fall from my lips makes her eyes go wide.

"You know my name."

"I pay attention. I know you're nineteen years old, finishing your Master's degree, and reckless enough to follow strangers into dark rooms." My voice goes hard thinking about all the details on her booking ticket. "What you did tonight was dangerous, little girl. What if I wasn't who you thought I was? What if I was the kind of man to take what he wants without asking?"

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