Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Should I feel guilty about making the daughter pay for her father’s sins? Probably.
I don’t.
“Do you have anyone at home waiting for you?” I already know she has a live-in boyfriend, and that Eric Meadows is a douchebag.
Is that why she’s so eager to cheat on him? Or is that common practice for her? Not that it matters. From now on, I’ll be the only man in her bed. Even if I’m fucking her over, I’ll treat her better than that asshole.
“No.” She looks down to her lap. “I broke up with my boyfriend just before the party.”
Interesting development. “What did you fight about?”
“I found him in our shower, getting a blow job from our neighbor.” She pastes on a bitter smile. “That’s why I forgot my coat.”
She has zero reason to lie. They’ve been together since high school, and it’s the holidays. She must be devastated…
I’ll give her lots of orgasms for her emotional boo-boo.
“What a bastard.”
Her lips flit up in a ghost of a smile. “See, you figured that out right away. It took me years.”
“I’ve lived a little longer.”
“How old are you? Not that I care, but—”
“Forty.” A few years younger than her dad. “Does that bother you?”
She sends me a wide-eyed shake of her head, the pale tendrils that escaped her updo brushing her shoulders. “Are you married? Have children?”
Interesting… So she has boundaries and morals? Surprising since Douglas doesn’t. “Divorced, no children.”
She frowns. “You don’t want them?”
“I do someday. You?”
“Yeah. I love kids. How long have you been divorced?”
“Do you care as long as I am?”
She bites her lip. “Am I your rebound girl?”
“Not even close. But it’s ironic you ask since I’m clearly your rebound guy.”
She frowns. “But you’re not my revenge fuck, just to be clear.”
Oh, but baby girl, you’re mine… “Then what am I?”
“A fresh start. I’m doing this because I can,” she murmurs. “Because I’m single. And because…you make me feel something I’ve never felt.”
“What’s that?”
“Arousal.” She gives me a self-deprecating laugh. “That probably sounds crazy. At first, I assumed this excitement is the thrill of repaying my ex for his shitty behavior. Or the anticipation of trying something new.”
“New?” She can’t possibly be a virgin.
As we pass under a streetlamp, a blush pinkens her cheeks. “I’ve never had a one-night stand.”
My grip on the wheel loosens. “I’m happy to be your first.”
And her last. She just doesn’t know that yet.
“Anyway, I realized none of my assumptions were true as soon as you touched me. This arousal is what my ex should have been making me feel all along.”
Eric Meadows must be a dud in the sack, and I’ll be more than happy to show Isabella the difference. “Yes.”
I drop my hand to her exposed thigh. Her body goes taut. Her breath shudders. She glances longingly at me beneath thick lashes.
Breaking her will be easy.
We don’t speak for the rest of our ride. The sexual tension between us makes the air almost too thick to breathe, but the protector in me is furious. Isabella doesn’t know my name. She didn’t even ask. She hasn’t told anyone where she’s going or who she’ll be spending the night with. I could be a fucking ax murderer. And since I doubt two glasses of white wine seriously impaired her judgment, she’s clearly impulsive. Reckless. She needs a caretaker. She needs a goddamn daddy.
Whether she knows it or not, she just got one…
Once I park my Mercedes in my garage, I turn to her. “Last chance. You sure?”
I’m giving her a potential out so she doesn’t cry rape, but that’s not why I asked. Nope, some stupid, marshmallowy part of me doesn’t want to hurt this girl. Life has already dealt her a blow tonight. And so far she seems…decent. Not jaded. Not backstabbing. Nothing like Doug.
But none of that matters. My former pal needs to pay. Isabella is my currency of choice.
“Very,” she assures softly.
With a nod, I close the garage door behind us and help her from the car, then usher her inside my darkened house. As I lead her through the living room, her heels make a quiet click on my hardwoods, counting down the moments to my vengeance.
Jesus, she smells amazing. Exotic. A hint of rose shrouded by something spicier. It’s half the reason I locked lips with her at the office and almost lost my head. Hell, I can still taste her sweetness. I want more of her lush mouth. But that scent of hers teases my nose and fucks with my logic. It’s tempting me to forget the long walk to my bedroom, push her against the nearest wall, and lose myself inside her.
Instead, I grapple for patience and lead her to my bedroom door, dragging in more of the nose-tease that clings to her and makes me hard as hell. All I can think about is burying my face in her neck and filling my head while I stuff her pussy with every stiff inch of my cock.