Page 54 of British Daddy to Go
“Sean!” I finally scream. “You just don’t understand. My parents are crazy, as we’ve established. My only chance of leaving the house ever again is to go homeright now.”
He flinches at my raised tone. “I understand you’re upset, Maggie, but freaking out won’t help. You’re already late. Take a few deep breaths.”
I know Sean is trying to be helpful. He thinks that if I’m calm, everything will be fine. Maybe that’s how things worked in his house growing up, but it’s not how things work in my world.
“Please, just help me find my shirt!” I yell. Where did he toss it last night? This is getting ridiculous!
Sean reaches between the bed and his nightstand and tugs my shirt from its hiding spot. He tosses it to me without looking, hitting me perfectly in the chest.
While I put my shirt on, Sean climbs out of bed and stretches his arms over his head. My goodness, the man is gorgeous! How does he look so good after a night’s sleep? He must go to the gym to keep his abs looking so fantastic. And those arms! Was I really wrapped in those all night long?
I would give anything to go back to before I woke up, back when I was still blissfully unaware of the trouble I was in. Sean and I could curl up under his soft comforter and sleep the day away. Unfortunately, that’s not possible now. I’m too freaked out to do anything but worry about my parents. I have to get home and face their wrath.
“Thank you,” I mumble to Sean once my shirt is covering up all of the goods. “I was worried I’d have to go home naked.”
“I’d never let you do that,” he says. He closes the space between us and kisses my neck. “Only I get to see what’s under these clothes, remember?”
His dominance is an absolute turn-on. It’s one of the many things I love about him! It’s also one of the many reasons it could never work with boring, submissive Randall. I like a guy who takes charge and knows what he wants.
It’s nice to know that what Sean wants right now is me. I can feel it in the erection poking my leg.
My jeans are damp in the crotch area. The subway ride home is going to suck! It’ll definitely be full of tourists this morning. I think that might be worse than busy city workers. Tourists tend to be more judgmental. To a regular New Yorker, a girl doing the ride of shame back to her apartment is a normal weekday morning. To tourists, it’s yet another reason to think New York City rivals Vegas as Sin City.
“I wish you would stay,” Sean says for the millionth time this morning. “My parents’ plane lands in a couple of hours. You could come with me to the airport…”
“I wish that, too,” I admit, even though the idea of meeting his parents is almost scarier than going home to mine. “But you know I can’t.”
“At least let me take you home in the limo. It’ll be faster, and I can help subvert your parents’ anger. I’m actually quite good with parents. Mine seem to like me fine!”
Is he trying to be funny? He has to be joking if he’s saying he could actually talk to my parents after I just spent the night with him. Not a chance! “I’ll just take the subway, but thanks for the offer.”
“Come on, Maggie. Let me take you home.”
“Sean, stop. I’ve already told you my parents are going to be pissed. I don’t want to drag you into it, too!”
He wraps his naked arms around my clothed torso. “I’m telling you, it’ll be better to face them together.”
“I’ve already told them I was with Jenna. If you come home with me, they’ll be triply pissed. First because I lied, second because I was with you, and third because you showed up at our apartment!”
Sean kisses up my neck to my earlobe. If he keeps this up, I might end up right back in that bed. That absolutely can’t happen, no matter how wet his kisses are making me. “Let me take you home. We can have some fun in the car, and your parents might surprise you.”
“My parents have never once surprised me in my entire twenty-five-year existence. I don’t think they’ll start now.”
“Maybe this time will be different!”
“Sean, enough!” I’m forced to yell again. “You really don’t get it. My parents are super conservative. To them, this is basically prostitution.”
He backs away and goes completely silent. Ugh! I’ve hurt his feelings. I want to take it back, but I have no time. The next train leaves in seven minutes, and if I sprint to the station down the block, I might just make it.
“I’m sorry. I would never want you to feel like a prostitute.”
“Sean,” I start, but he steps farther away from my reach.
“You should get going,” he says sullenly. “Your parents are waiting.”
After such an incredible night together, this is not how I had expected to leave things. We should be kissing and hugging, not hurting each other. Why did I have to say that?
It was true, though. My parents would think I’d slept over at Sean’s penthouse for money. There’s no other reason a guy like him would spend time with a girl like me. Mom and Dad have spent my entire life training me to think like that. I never minded it until I met Sean.