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Skylar blinks, her eyes wide and innocent. “What deal?”
I pull back slightly, my gaze locked on hers. “We leave when I say. No questions.”
She pouts, her lower lip jutting out adorably. “But we just got here,” she protests, her fingers playing with the lapel of my jacket.
We’ve been here for hours. She’s done everything she set out to do, now it’s time to go home. I arch an eyebrow, my expression stern, but my eyes filled with promise. “Time to go.”
A mischievous grin replaces her pout. “Go where? Your place to... talk?” Her tone makes her intentions clear.
The thought of having her alone in my apartment intoxicates me. I can feel my dominant side rising, eager to give her exactly what she needs.
“Yes,” I growl, tightening my hand possessively on her waist. “And when we get home, you will do everything I tell you.”
A visible shiver runs through Skylar's body, and she nods, her eyes dark with desire. “Yes, Garrett.”
Her trust stirs something deep within me. I know she needs to understand everything about me, especially my dominant Daddy side that yearns to care for her in ways she's only beginning to comprehend.
I know she has questions, and I intend to answer them all—after we've had our fill of each other.
I stand, offering her my hand, then pull her close, unable to resist stealing another kiss. Her lips are soft and yielding beneath mine, and I have to force myself to pull away before I lose control right here in this VIP room.
“I can't wait to get you alone. Now, let's get out of here.”
I guide Skylar through the crowded club, my hand resting protectively on the small of her back. As we make our way to the exit, I can feel the weight of their stares.
The age difference between us doesn’t matter to me—I’ve never cared what anyone thinks—but I worry about Skylar.
She deserves better than to be the subject of gossip. The cool night air hits us as we step outside, a welcome relief after the stuffy atmosphere of the club.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, offering one last chance to back out. “You can still change your mind. But once we start, I won’t be able to stop.”
Skylar's eyes lock onto mine, brimming with trust and desire. “I've never been more sure of anything. I want you, Garrett—all of you.”
Skylar shivers, and I drape my jacket over her shoulders without a second thought.
“Such a gentleman,” she teases, snuggling into the warmth of my jacket.
I smirk, pulling her close. “Don't get too comfortable, princess. I might not be so gentle once we're alone.”
Her sharp intake of breath is music to my ears. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Both,” I growl, pinning her against the car. The kiss that follows is electric, leaving us both breathless.
When I pull away, Skylar's cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen. She looks thoroughly kissed and utterly beautiful. “Home,” I say, my voice rough with desire. “Now.”
The drive to my apartment is torture; every red light feels like an eternity. Skylar's hand rests on my thigh, her fingers tracing small circles that drive me wild.
“Eyes on the road, Mr. Hayes,” she teases, her fingers dancing dangerously close to my zipper.
I grab her hand, interlacing our fingers, and bring it to my lips for a kiss.
“Behave, babygirl,” I warn, my voice low and husky.
She giggles, the sound both innocent and mischievous. “Or what?”
I squeeze her hand, my eyes never leaving the road. “Or you'll find out just how strict I can be.”
I have no business yearning for her like this. No right to crave being her protector, or her guide. She deserves someone her own age, someone unburdened by my past.
