Page 25 of Big Daddy to Go

He glances over at me, and then, while holding the steering wheel with one hand, he reaches between my legs with the other.

“Is this pussy ready for me?” he asks, cupping me through my jeans.

I squeak with surprise at the sudden contact. I gush onto my panties instantly as his eyes peek over at me. He starts rubbing me, his thick fingers pressing against the denim. I grab onto his hand and can’t help but hump against his palm.

I suddenly become aware that we’re not in a secluded place as we stop at another red light. Traffic is starting to thicken as we reach Midtown. I reluctantly pull Kane’s hand away when a taxi driver looks over at me.

“If you want me to stop at a hotel, just let me know,” Kane taunts.

“Just go through all of the red lights,” I joke.

“Believe me, I’m tempted.”

He flashes a sexy smile. He’s so damn hot. My mind and my hormones are one hot mess.What am I doing exactly?I wonder as my conscience wiggles its way into my mind. This isn’t me—letting a stranger take me back to his place to have his way with me.

Last week was supposed to be a one-time thing. My first and only one-night stand. Though I guess tonight will make it a two-night stand with Kane.

The other part of me takes back control… the side of me that knows I need this. That knows I need to cut myself some slack. After all, I was left at the altar only two weeks ago. I spent two years with a guy who didn’t appreciate me or hug me or touch me intimately. Kane is my reward for suffering through Jason. My treat for putting up with the biggest asshole in New York City.

Even though I don’t know Kane all that well, he genuinely seems like a great guy. He doesn’t sound like he wants a relationship with how he talks about women, and I’m certainly not looking to jump into anything. This is a consensual sexual thing between us. There is nothing wrong with indulging in a hot guy who wants nothing more than to fuck my brains out… over and over again.

The half-hour car ride to the Flat Iron District feels deliciously long. Despite my urgent need to get Kane inside me again, I don’t want our conversation to end. And that’s the weird part… this is all about sex, but I find myself wanting to know more about Kane, too. I’m intrigued with my lover, and that’s what scares me.

Kane pulls into the parking garage at Madison Square Park Tower. As we walk into the building, the doorman greets us before we step onto the elevator. It doesn’t surprise me when Kane presses the button to the penthouse. Kane’s hand rests on the small of my back as he slowly slides his fingers beneath my jeans. His fingers dips into the cleft of my crack, tickling me.

“You have the best fucking ass I’ve ever seen,” he growls as his hand moves lower to squeeze it.

“Thanks, I eat a lot of nacho buckets to keep it plump,” I kid.

He continues to casually fondle my ass until we get off of the elevator. He opens the door, and the place is absolutely magnificent and huge. It has the same panoramic views as the Hotel Magnolia did, but these are much better. You can see the entire city from the tower!

Before I can open my mouth to compliment his apartment, an adorable chocolate lab comes running toward me.

“Kayla!” Kane scolds the dog as she rubs her face along my legs. “Sorry, she’s getting hair on you,” he sighs. “I’ll put her in her room…”

But I’ve already dropped to my knees to shower the dog with affection. I look over at Kane, and he folds his arms across his chest.

“I love her,” I coo, kissing the dog on the head.

He smiles. “The feeling is mutual.”

Kayla calms down after a few minutes and trots over to Kane.

“I know, girl. I love you, too,” he says, scratching her head and allowing her to curl into his body.

To see a strong, powerful guy giving love to a sweet dog melts my heart. It makes me want Kane even more. I get up from the floor, dusting dog hair off of me. The clip holding my hair up came loose while I was playing with Kayla, so I take it out of my hair and shake my curls loose.

Kane smirks at me.

“What?”

“You’re incredibly sexy.”

“What’d I do?” I laugh. My smile is so wide, my cheeks hurt.

“You don’t have to do anything. You’re beautiful just as you are.”

That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.