17. Yes, Daddy

Madison

I swear that squirrel is staring at us…

“Victor…” I make eye contact with him, panting while searching his face. “As beautiful as it is out here, I’m not having sex with you in the forest. There are ants everywhere.”

His lips curve. “How about in the car, then?”

“What? Are you crazy? There are people everywhere in the parking lot!”

Victor pauses as if listening, and when we hear the faint sound of people getting shot on the paintball field, he grins. “I think most people are too busy playing, and come on, my windows are tinted—no one will know.”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, considering it. It’s true that Victor is driving around with an absurdly large black car, and since his windows are tinted, no one would hear us. The only problem is that I’m a prude, but at the same time, my panties are wet. I’m hot and bothered, aroused from the simple thought of being pressed down and taken from behind by the hot Adonis I’m on a date with.

I sigh. “Fine, let’s have sex in your ca