Semua Bab Daddy's Naughty Girl: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The next day and a half are blissfully…intense. After our study session at the cove, Gage drove us home. We ordered takeout from the Chinese restaurant down the street from the apartment and we studied some more. This time, there was no kissing agreement, as much as I would have loved one, because

I squeak when my door is yanked open. There he stands, eyes on fire, muscles seething. I’m freed of the seatbelt and pulled into his arms, carried around to the rear bed of the truck. He settles me on the lowered grate, returning briefly for the blanket in the rear cab, spreading it out behind me in

“Gage,” I moan, lifting my hips beneath him, digging my heels into his buttocks. Scraping at his broad, strong back with my nails. “Can’t believe this,” he says raggedly, face contorted in pain. “You’re so fucking tiny and tight. Felt that cherry pop, baby. You shouldn’t want it dirty.” “Yes. Yes

I’m not sure where that word comes from. I’m not sure why it feels right and inevitable. I only know she comes like a fucking tidal wave as soon as I say it. Her eyes go wide over my hand she clenches down on me, tighter than she’s ever clenched before. So goddamn tight that I forgot about the men

In a relative daze, I start to walk off the elevator, but one of the guards stays me with a hand on my elbow. “I think we should wait somewhere else.” He’s probably right, but…this is my boyfriend’s world. Should I get used to it? I understand he’s protective of me, but I can’t always be sheltered