Page 5 of Tonight's the Night
“You’re just going to take the thing off to get into the shower so why the hell are you tying my car key toit?”
“I’m wearing my bathing suit to the party,” she says brightly. “There’s going to be a hot tub. Now are you going to help me ornot?”
Hot tub?Fuck.
“What’s the alternative?” I grit through my teeth with my fingernails digging into the brown leather of my couch. Sheshrugs.
“I could try it myself and then I might accidentally flash you and we both know how embarrassing that would be. Now I’ll hold still while you string the tie through the keyring and then you’ll tie it backon.”
This is some bullshit, the way she’s dangling herself in front of me like this, but I can’t stop this fucking shit-show and I know I’ll only be able to pump the brakes if the bathing suit ends up on the floor or wadded up in my fist.ThenI will be able to push myself toward reason and implore myself to put a stop to thisshit.
I swallow thickly and put my glass on the coffee table, which of course makes me at eye-level with her sweet, round ass. She’s doing this on purpose. She’s never been a tease or a provocateur, though maybe she picked up some bad habits off at college. I wonder if she’s ever tried to seduce one of her professors. No. If she’d tried, she would have succeeded, and I know she’s still innocent. I can just tell, from the thin shield of modesty she holds up in front of her like a smokescreen. Something’s stopped her from pulling the trigger. SweetAngela.
“Can’t you have Emily do this?” I grit out through myteeth.
My eyes travel the length of her thigh, at the incredibly smooth and supple skin of her ass. The bikini rises high on her thighs and cuts in just below the narrow of her waist. There are a few droplets of water at the small of her back and my gaze travels up to the place where the bikini top’s string, pulled tight across her back, hangs from its knot like two tempting little things, but the two strings around her neck are not tied at all. For some reason I trust those two strings, loose and in her fingers, more than the strings across her back, which are perfectly accessible byme.
“She’s going to spend a hundred hours in her room getting ready and I don’t want to have to take off the bathing suit just to put it back on again. Now here”—she drops the keys to the floor—"slide this onto one of the strings and then tie them up.Simple.”
I bend to pick up the keys and a growl grumbles from my chest when I see the curve of her calf below her knee. Every single inch of this woman is like uncharted, untouched flesh waiting to be discovered. And I want it. I want itall.
Mine.
“What?” shegasps.
Fuck. I’d staked my claim to her out loud like I’ve always wanted to. I’m disciplined but not disciplined enough to not call her mine out loud,apparently.
“Here,” I say as I stand up and plant her shoulders still. I threat the keyring with her bikini string and start to tie it all back up nice and tight the way it should be, but she turns around slowly and renders me unable tomove.
“You don’t have to do that,” she whispers. Her warm, sweet breath smells like raspberries and a fresh morning, the only scent that could come from this hot little ripe-bodied virgin. She cautions a step toward me, her small tits heaving up and down as she sucks in all the air she can. Her fingers come up to my shirt and I feel my world unravel as her fingers digin.
“This isn’t like you,” I rasp, gripping her by the wrist and yanking her trembling hand away from my chest. I do it without thinking because it’s the only alternative to throwing her down on my sofa, pulling that little triangle of soaked white fabric to the side and shoving my tongue there. She curls her fingers into a fist and tries to fight me away but she mewls as I drag her to the door and open it, delivering her out into the hallway. My cock is now entirely unfurled and pressing against my zipper. “Cut this bullshit. Prancing your little ass around? What happened to the sweet girl I used toknow?”
“I’m still that sweet girl,” she protests against my hard rebuke. Her voice is airy. Desperate and needy. “Or I can be…bad. I’ll be bad for you, Mr. Stevens. I’ll be whatever youwant.”
My cock springs up and a fresh spurt of cum shoots out as though her voice alone is a vise-grip that I’ve fallen into. I narrow my eyes ather.
“You shut this shit down rightnow.”
I put my finger in her face - roughly - and push the thick digit down until it is square against her chest, in the plush valley of her breasts. I drag the tip up her tanned skin until it’s gliding up the delicate, thin skin of her neck and then my fingers are cradling her chin. She whimpers softly into the air aroundus.
Her eyes are big and scared, but the thrill behind them is evident. I haven’t shut this down. I’ve just opened Pandora’s box wide the fuck open. I poked the bear. It’s nowawake.
“Angela!” my daughter’s voice sings through the air. Shit. I have Angela in my cross-hairs now with her back up against the wall and the only space between us could be erased if either of us sucks in a slightly larger breath. That’ll be my folly, taking in a rich, sweet breath of this girl and having her tits up against mychest.
“Go to your little party,” I growl down at her and break away to my office, slamming the door shut behindme.
