Page 28 of Silver Fox Daddies

DIESEL

“Why didn’t you tell us, sweetheart?” I ask.

Melissa winces. “It’s kinda embarrassing.”

“Hey!” Bishop points at her. “Never say it’s embarrassing again, you hear me?”

Fuck. Now my cock’s even harder.

Virgin?

She’s avirgin?

I feel even more territorial over her now, knowing she’s untouched.

I want to be the one to go first.

I know Bishop’s also thinking of calling shotgun in his head.

“I can’t believe we were about to fuck you in the tattoo parlor.” I put a hand to my forehead. “Jesus. You can’t be having your first time in a tattoo parlor.”

“Why not?”

“You only get to lose your virginity once. You have to make the most of it.”

“What if I want to lose it here, though?” Melissa raises a brow.

Fuck, what a tease. I grit my teeth, afraid of what I might do if she continues talking this way. My cock has been straining against my pants for so long. All I want to do is release it, rip off her dress and plunge into her pussy.

But I can’t.

She deserves better than my bad intentions.

“What if I want you to take it?” she asks.

I clench my jaw and shoot Bishop a look. Things have just gotten complicated. I was expecting a hookup, nothing more. Back to business at the end of the day. But now that we know Melissa’s a virgin, it’s different. We can’t fuck her and then never speak to her again—that’s not how a first time is supposed to go.

Regardless of what she wants, it’s not honorable to hook up with a virgin and never speak to her again.

I look into Melissa’s eyes and get the impression that she’s confused by her own arousal, that evenshedoesn’t know what she wants.

All I know is that she’s an innocent young woman who deserves better.

And for good reason. We don’t have time to get involved in this.

But her breasts. Fuck, the bronzed swell of them is enough for me to burst right here.

The ringing of a phone shakes me from my thoughts.

“What’s that?” Bishop asks, eyes wide. “Turn it off.”

Melissa inserts a hand between her breasts, pulling out her phone to check the screen. “Just Daddy. I should probably answer.”

Great. Just what we need—Daddy dearest calling to enquire about her whereabouts.

“Leave me to it,” Melissa says. “Stick your nose into the clubhouse and see who’s home.”

Bishop, Cash and I share a puzzled look, then head to the door.

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