🔥NSFW🔥Those words, “good girl,” make me feel an unexpected surge of anticipation.

Jul 02, 2022 5:21 am

“It’s been so long since I’ve actually bagged and tagged a boy, I’m actually tempted to hang out with you.”

Refusing him means risking my entire livelihood. But falling for him? That means risking more than I can bear to lose...

One night. That was all it was supposed to be. A single, passion filled night with a gorgeous stranger I would never see again.

Except, it turns out he's not a complete stranger. He's Sebastian Carlton, my newest client. The man who holds the fate of my ranch in his hands. Now I'm stuck on a cross country road trip with this man I call Daddy, who plays my body like a violin and has no qualms about putting me over his knee whenever he thinks I need it.

But every mile we travel brings us closer to the moment we'll have to part ways. Because even if Sebastian is everything my heart desires, the one thing my past has taught me is that my heart—and the men who capture it—can't be trusted.

“I don’t go for provincial meat heads. I prefer weirdos like you. The kind with office supply antennae and a salamander kink. My kinda’ people.”

Excerpt:

I followed the female who now had one hundred percent of my attention as she race walked out of the building, trailing behind just to ensure she didn’t get herself into further trouble.

That’s what I told myself.

Assuming she’d wait at the valet parking area, it surprised me to find her at the edge of a vast parking lot, taking in the night.

Why did she leave the club alone?

Where did she learn to throw a punch like that?

Two things in life were irresistible: a sassy female and a long bet. One of them was in front of me now, and tomorrow I’d be taking my shot at the latter.

Things were looking up.

Except she made it crystal clear she wasn’t interested in company.

Friendly to a fault, like most Southerners, I approached her and chatted. “That was quite a show down in there, but I reckon as far as the battle went, that man brought a knife to a gunfight.”

She wrinkled her nose, amused. “Aw, you’re flattering me.” There was something warm and enchanting in her humor. She made a motion as if to wave my compliment out of air.

The amusement in her riveting eyes caused a response, swift and unrecognizable, to rush through me.

Damn, this girl truly was life-threatening.

With a pulse sounding certainty, I had to taste her. To try and smack her high and tight butt, if only once, before I left town.

What would it be like to hold her over my lap? I imagined her spirited, bratty self struggling to get away from the unrelenting sting of my swatting hand and my erection made itself known.

Awkwardly, I cleared my throat. “This could be the worst decision I’ve ever made, but would you let me buy you a drink somewhere free of fjord-walkers?”

She scuffed her boot on the ground and became increasingly uneasy under my scrutiny. “You calling me a mistake?”

“Maybe?” What would happen if I leaned over and sniffed her neck the way my mind was shouting at me to do? The scent of a “ripe” female newt attracts the male, and I might be pursuing my animal kingdom comparisons a little too far.

“But a mistake you’re willing to make?” She flashed me a look of quick disdain.

She certainly wasn’t giving off any overt signals of interest, so my reaction to her originated from some primitive place, indiscernible to the human senses other than on a cellular level.

I needed to consume her.

Someone turned on my spigot, and the words tumbled out of my mouth. Her distance encouraged me. The promise of her refusal, followed by a lively chase, had me hungry and thirsty at the same time and dead certain she could feed all of my appetites.

“I’m not the Mr. Hans Handsy you dropped on the floor in there, okay? I definitely take ‘no’ for an answer. Besides, you ask me, he had it coming.” She was more than young and pretty, she was tongue-tempting and she was making me lose my mind. “I can give you a ride back to town if that’s all you want.” I really, really hoped she wouldn’t decide to take me up on that latter offer.

I wanted, no needed, to spend more time with her. Although it meant breaking every single one of my rules of engagement with the fairer sex.

“Tempting.” She said, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. “It’s impossible to imagine someone who sounds like you being a serial killer. Besides,” She clenched her left eye shut and pretended to peer down the scope of the pink object still in her hand, “I’ve got pepper spray to protect myself. Not to mention it’s been so long since I’ve actually bagged and tagged a boy, I’m actually tempted to hang out with you.”

It was as if she had cut off my breath. “Bagging and tagging? Is that Northern California-female-speak for hookup?” My whole point for coming out tonight was to do just that — bag, tag, shag — whatever you called it, it all boiled down to the same thing. The thrill this tricky temptress gave me was something I hadn’t felt in a month of Sundays. I actually wished to get to know her, which would mean breaking my code of conduct with women — never get involved.

I ignored the way my feet seemed to drift along on a cloud and attempted to implore her with my eyes, “How ‘bout we start with a drink and go from there?”

She hesitated. “I suppose one drink won’t hurt. But don’t think you’re getting lucky with me tonight.” It was hard to concentrate on her words when the lushness of her full red mouth beckoned. “Pretty sure my vagina’s grown shut.”

I felt a tug at my guts when she mentioned the place where I wanted to drown in her taste, and out of self defense, I took a gigantic step backwards.

My insides jangled with lust.

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