Innocence's Series Bundle (Innocence Series Book 4) (16 page)

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T
o all
the dirty Daddy lovers that kept begging for more. Thank you for being good girls while you waited.

I
t’s January in Manhattan
, the cold air holding a bitter edge to it while I stand in Chelsea trying to flag down a cab. One after another passes me without pause. It’s late and the cold is starting to sink into my skin, but I love winter in New York. The smell of the snow, the lights dancing on the buildings. I just hang out a little longer, waiting for one to pick me up, and enjoy the cold on a rarely quiet New York street.

I’ve finished my business dinner, and I plan on heading back to my hotel for the night. As much as I enjoy the quiet, it’s starting to become disheartening. Lonely even. I worked hard to get where I am, but all I have to show for it is money.

Tomorrow I’m going back home to San Francisco. My business here is finished. I had a meeting with a client, and normally we can do everything over the phone or email, but he insisted I fly out and talk with his partners about the design. So I flew out, wanting to get away instead of sitting in alone at home.

I’m an architect and run my own firm. Luckily for me, I can make my own hours and travel when I need to. I graduated at the top of my class from the University of Southern California three years ago with a Masters in Architecture. I made good connections, and at 27 I’ve been able to build a successful business from the ground up. It’s all my own and I’ve poured every hour of my life into it. I love living on the west coast, but I miss being in New York. I did an internship here while working on my masters, but went back to the Bay after it was over.

Closing my eyes, I feel a few snowflakes hit my exposed cheeks, and I try to savor it. It will probably be a while before I see snow again.

“Can you help me find the G-spot?”

I open my eyes and turn to see where the sweet-sounding voice came from. I see a petite young woman standing in front of me. It’s freezing cold out and she’s wearing what looks like a thin long-sleeved black top and a gold sequin miniskirt, with skyscraper heels.

Her long blonde curls make her look much younger than her body or outfit suggest. Something about her is so innocent but provocative, and I take a step towards her. A possessive instinct takes over, drawing me to her.

“Excuse me. What did you say?” I ask, unsure I heard her right.

Her full lips part and a little giggle comes out. She misses a step as she wobbles on her heels in the snow, starting to tip forward. I reach out, quickly catching her before she has a chance to fall, and hold her in my arms. She melts into me perfectly, like she belongs against me. She’s chilled to the bone, but she smiles brightly as if she knew I would catch her. For an instant there’s something that passes between us. It’s as if we are two souls that were long lost and have finally come back together.

She is right; I will always catch her. I can feel it in my bones. I was put here just for that very job.

I know that all the time spent building myself up, all my hard work, has led me to this one simple moment. To finding this girl needing to be caught. I pull her even tighter into me, just to prove to myself this moment is real, no matter how crazy and fast it sounds. I didn't get where I am today by not going with my gut, and it’s telling me this sexy little angel is mine.

I help steady her and then reach between us with one hand, unbuttoning my trench coat. Without letting her go, I slip my jacket off and wrap it around her. She closes her eyes briefly and smiles a bit as she cuddles into my warmth. I wrap my arms around her, trying to keep the chill off her as I look down into her baby blue eyes.

She’s so petite. She only comes up to my chest, even with her tall heels on. Brushing a blonde curl away from her cheek, I look into her eyes, wanting to keep her. It's a sensation I’ve never felt before. This immediate feeling of possession towards something that isn’t mine.

Holding her chin, I lean in a little and ask her what I want to know most.

“Who do you belong to, princess?” I don’t know why I call her that, but it feels natural. That name just belongs to her. It’s just as instinctive to me as my feeling she belongs to me.

She smiles at me like her whole heart is in it and reaches up, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You.” Her little body grinds into my erection, one I hadn't even realized I’d gotten until she started to rub against me. Sex isn't something I indulge in. I’m always more worried about work, but it seems she’s woken something up, and I want her. Badly.

“Eve!” I hear someone shout, and the woman turns in my arms towards the voice. I grip her tighter thinking she might try to leave my arms.

“Found her!” someone shouts, and I look up, seeing a group of three girls coming over to us. I let out a breath when I see no men with them.

As the women approach us, I feel Eve cling to me, and I tighten my hold even more. It feels like our time is about to get cut short. Or something is trying to take her from me. I’ve caught her and I have no intention of letting her go.

“Leave it to you to wander off the three seconds we weren’t watching you,” one woman says.

“Eve?” I ask, looking down at her. She looks up at me and smiles, a small dimple showing on one cheek, making her look impossibly innocent.

Bringing my hand up, I slip off my glove and touch her soft cheek, feeling her skin on my skin. She has the softest skin I’ve ever touched. I wonder if she’s like that all over.

“What’s your name?” She tilts her head a little more, those full lips parting again, making me want to take them. I want to bite them for wandering off on her own when she was in clear need of being looked after.

I smile and let out a laugh at her playfulness. “Adam.” Yeah, I bet she could easily wrap me around her finger.

“We’re a block up, handsome. You want to walk her the rest of the way?”

Looking up, I nod to her friend, having forgotten about the rest of her group for a moment. I’m busy getting lost in her. I keep my arm around Eve as she walks, not wanting to sever our connection.

“I’ve had a few cocktails, but you are very handsome,” Eve says, and it makes me smile. She agrees with her friend, but when she calls me that, it feels different. I like it from her lips. I want her to think I’m handsome. I want her to want me like I want her.

“Thank you, princess. Is that why you were asking for help with your G-spot?”

One of her friends ahead of us laughs and points to the bar we’re passing. Above the door are flashing neon letters: G-spot.

It looks like a fancy club, and Eve has no reason to be going in there now. The night is early and she’s already pretty drunk.

“Let me take you home,” I coax her. If she goes in there, she’ll only make herself sick drinking more. I’d have to follow her, make sure she’s okay, and she’d likely become annoyed with me every time I’d grab a drink out of her hand, and then she probably wouldn't care to see me again.

“You coming home with me?” she teases, batting her eyelashes at me, almost like a young girl begging her daddy for something. Her lips pout a bit. It turns me on and pisses me all off at once. I want her, but I don’t like that she so easily invited me home without even knowing me. Unless she’s feeling what I’m feeling.

“I’ll take you home.” I lean down so my mouth is close to hers. “And kiss you goodnight if you’re a good girl.” At my words I see something sparkle in her eyes.

She licks her lips, the tip of her tongue brushing against mine. The simple action makes me groan. “That’s not being good,” I tell her, and she gives me a half smile.

“I’ll be good. I just wanted a taste.” She bites her lip, making me think she has no intention of being good at all.

“Where does she live?” I look up at the women she’s with.

“She’s staying with me tonight,” the one with short black hair says, eyeing me. She looks a bit drunk herself but rattles off the address.

“I have a key,” Eve adds. I clench my jaw, wanting to snap at both of them. That was way too easy. It only makes it clearer that Eve needs someone to look after her.

“Come,” I tell her, pulling her to the edge of the sidewalk. I hear her friends laugh as they go into the club, leaving me alone with her. I both hate and love it.

This time when I wave for a cab, it comes too quickly. Eve says the address, then nestles next to me, her head lying in the crook of my shoulder. Her blonde waves of hair cover me. I softly stroke it as the cab arrives at the address.

When we get to the door, she digs in her purse for her key. When she opens it, she drags me inside with her. I go willingly. I have no interest in taking her while she’s drunk, but I do want to make sure she’s safe. I want to make sure her friends don’t bring home something or someone from the bar that could cause her harm.

I kick the door closed behind me and Eve throws her small curvy body against me. I easily catch her in my arms as her mouth goes right for mine. The kiss is fast and needy, like lost lovers finally finding one another again.

I don’t want this to get out of control, but she’s testing me. All the loneliness I was feeling hours ago fills up with her. My new mission in life seems to be falling into place.

“Where are you sleeping?” I ask, pulling my mouth from hers.

“The sofa,” she says, taking my mouth again. I waste no time taking her down onto the couch, and as her legs spread, I fall in between them. I’m careful not to crush her. I swear I’m more than twice her size.

“Please,” she begs, her little body moving under mine.

“I know what you need sweet, Evie. I’m going to give it to you since you’ve been a good girl. Then you’re going to go to sleep. Aren’t you?” She keeps wiggling under me as if she can’t control herself.

“Please,” she says again, not answering me.

I slide off her, my knees hitting the floor. I flip her over, making her squeal out as I drag her with me and make her bend over the sofa. Her front pushes down into the couch, her ass rubbing against my cock through my slacks.

I nudge her legs open further, widening them for me. She doesn't fight me. She just keeps wiggling her tight ass, wanting more. Reaching down, I push up her skirt and look down to see she isn’t wearing any panties.

“Oh, God,” she moans at my discovery.

“Answer me, my Evie,” I growl, bringing a hand down on her ass. I have no idea what possesses me, but the need to discipline her hits me strong and fierce.

“Yes, I’ll go to sleep,” she finally says. I rub the spot where I smacked her, the mark on her ass making cum leak from my cock into my boxer briefs. Fuck, I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I have no idea what has come over me.

Her
.

My mind tells me. It’s something about her.

My Evie.

Leaning over her, I cage her little body under me. My chest pushes into her back. Her face turns, giving me the side of her neck, and I lick up to her ear.

“You always go out like this, my sweet Evie? Tiny skirt, too many drinks, and no panties? Baiting men?” She doesn't answer me, just pushes her bare ass into my cock, rubbing against me. Tempting me.

“Such a naughty little girl. I think you were looking for attention. Well, now you’ve got it.” I reach between us with one hand, pulling my shirt from my slacks and undoing my belt. My pants drop enough for me to free myself.

I use my other hand to slide under her, wanting one of her pert tits in my hand. Grabbing the bra, I pull it down until one is free. Her hard nipple pushes against my palm, and I grit my teeth, wanting to bite it.

“If you’re not going to wear your panties, then I guess you're just going to have to wear me,” I growl into her ear as I bring my cock to her clit and start to pump myself against it. Back and forth, my cock slides against her hard little button.

“Please,” she begs again as if it’s the only word she knows.

“Tell me you’ll never go without underwear again unless I tell you to.”

“I promise,” she moans, instantly giving me what I want. Warmth blooms in my chest. I want more.

“Tell me you’ll go to dinner with me tomorrow.”

“I’ll do anything you want.” Those simple words send me over the edge, making me cum warm hot spurts against her clit. I feel her body jerk against mine as she goes over the edge with me. She screams out my name as I ride the orgasm with her, rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit. I draw out all the pleasure I can for her.

When I feel her body go lax, I look down at her ass. My handprint is still evident there, and I can see my mark on her thighs where my cum starts to run down her leg. I wipe some up with my fingers and bring them to her pussy, coating her with it. Marking her.

Slowly, I pick her up and lay her down on the couch as a sweet smile pulls at her lips.

“Where are your night clothes?” I ask her, and she nods to a piece of luggage in the corner of the living room. Fixing my own clothes first, I go over and find her something to wear. I don’t want someone to come home and find her like this. Who knows who those girls will bring home.

I pull her skirt off and slide a pair of flannel PJ bottoms up her legs. I grab the blanket hanging over the side of the couch and draw it over her. Leaning down, I kiss her on the lips as her eyes fall closed. I sit down next to the sofa on the floor, open the purse she dropped on her way in during our heated kiss, and pull out her phone.

I call my phone with hers so I have the number, and then I wait for her friends to return home. I sit on the floor for six hours before they finally come staggering in the door. Drunk but thankfully alone.

I reluctantly pull myself from the floor before giving Eve another kiss, wanting just one more taste, knowing I will see her tomorrow.

I know Eve needs special attention, and our first date only confirms it. I find out she’s only in town for the weekend, and I’m leaving New York in the morning to find a job. She’s only recently graduated from college and is still searching for a job and having no luck. I check my work schedule and rearrange meetings so we can have dinner before she heads back home to Seattle.

I was floored she ditched her friends for me, but she informs me it was only for dinner, and I better make it good. I wouldn’t have given her a choice, but I play along. I choose the best steak house in the city and pick her up at her friend's place. When we sit down to eat, she seems overwhelmed by the menu, so I decide to order for her.