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CAM

I told Kelly I had some stuff to do for work, but the truth was I spent most of the day driving to all the hotels in town and trying to suss out whether Frank was staying there or not.

By the time evening rolled around, I was frustrated, annoyed, and a little bit angry.

I hadn't been able to find anything and was starting to suspect that the fucker might not be in town at all.

He could have given up and gone home, or he could have stayed farther away to avoid notice.

The regret of not just kicking his ass at the hardware store is eating at me, and I have to keep reminding myself that if I had done that, I would have been in jail last night, and not in bed with Kelly.

Oh, Kelly. I feel like a caveman, only able to have two thoughts. I want to protect Kelly. I want to fuck Kelly.

I know my tastes in bed aren't for every woman, but Kelly's willingness to let me be her daddy made her even more precious to me. And she's a virgin. Damn. I don't know what I've done to deserve such a precious thing like her, but even if I'm undeserving, I'm sure as hell not going to give her up .

The only way I'd leave her now is if she asked me to. But she won't. Not after last night.

Even as a virgin, she'd been responsive and eager.

She moaned for me, and whimpered, and screamed when she came, and her little pussy clamped down on my fingers like a vise.

Just the memory is enough to have my cock stiff and straining against the fabric of my jeans.

I don't want to give up on my search just yet, but the temptation of going back to her immediately to show her just how good I can make her feel is distracting.

This was supposed to be an amazing week for Kelly, her first week in her new home, and some bastard is tainting it. When I think about the rope I helped him pick out, I'm so furious I feel like my teeth are going to shatter from clenching my jaw.

I decide to stop for a quick bite at the Blue Goose Bar and Grill before heading back, and try to calm down. The last thing Kelly needs is for me to walk in angry and snarly, especially after what happened last night. She's been through enough, and she doesn't need my emotions making it worse.

When I get to the bar, I get a text, and I groan, dragging my hand over my face.

Kelly: Are we still having dinner tonight?

It's 7:05 PM, and she's been waiting for me. Fuck! How did I forget?

Me: I'm sending an Uber to pick you up. I'm at the Blue Goose and I want my girl here with me. How does that sound?

Kelly: Like the best idea ever.

I smirk and send the driver a request. I'll make it up to her and take her on the date she deserves, but right now, I'll be happy just to share a meal with her.

By the time the driver drops her off, I'm sitting at a booth near the back, sipping a beer .

Kelly looks amazing. Her long blonde hair is hanging loose, and she's wearing a dark red sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans that make her legs look amazing.

It's a bit busy when she arrives, and I enjoy watching her look around for me, knowing I've put that hopeful, excited look on her face.

It makes something pull tight in my chest.

Everything is good until some drunk from the bar, hat backward and beer still in hand, stumbles over to her and gets way too close for my liking. Kelly, being new to the area, is like a magnet for losers like these, and this particular asshole is trying to flirt.

The idea of another man touching her has my vision going red. I'm on my feet in a second and stalk over to where they're talking, resisting the urge to lay him out right here and now in front of everyone.

"That's enough," I interrupt, putting my arm around Kelly's waist. "I'm going to give you a single warning. Get the fuck away from her and out of this restaurant before I make you."

The drunk looks me up and down and scoffs.

I've got at least six inches on him and weigh significantly more, so his liquor-soaked bravado is hilarious.

Or it would be, if I was capable of feeling anything besides rage at the thought of someone messing with Kelly.

"I don't think so, buddy. Me and the pretty lady here are having a conversation. Don't need you buttin' in."

"Oh, trust me," I say, pulling Kelly closer, lowering my voice. "She's spoken for. And you've had enough to drink. Leave now and I'll call your dumb ass a cab, but if you try and push me, we're going to make a big fucking scene, you hear me?"

"I don't need your fuckin' help," he slurs, and I can smell the booze on his breath.

"Please, Cam," Kelly murmurs. When I look down at her, I hate the fear in her eyes, but this is just a part of me she'll have to learn to understand. I'm protective as hell, and while she has no reason to worry, I guess I should have warned her about this side of me.

"Why don't you sit down and order a drink, and I'll be back in a minute, okay?" I squeeze her hip reassuringly, hoping she can pick up on the silent signals I'm trying to send her. I want her to know everything is okay, but I need to handle this.

Kelly nods, her eyes wide, and when the drunk guy makes a move, I grab his wrist. He's not sober, and it's easy to turn him and twist his arm behind his back. He cries out, and I shove him towards the door.

"Come on, asshole. Let's get you outside."

"Let me go!"

"No can do."

When we reach the door, the manager meets me, and we call him a cab. He's swearing the whole time, but he's no match for me. I wait outside with him until the cab arrives and shove him inside roughly.

I feel a little guilty when I return to the table—not for what I did, but that Kelly had to see that side of me so quickly—but the smile she gives me has the feeling vanishing almost instantly.

"You handled that really well," she says, her voice a little breathy. "Thank you."

"Of course." I slide into the booth next to her, and she snuggles into my side.

"Is that a part of the job, too?"

I can hear the unspoken part of the question. What she’s really asking is if it’s part of Daddy’s job. "What, getting handsy drunks to leave women alone?"

"Yeah. "

"Nah. I just didn't like the idea of him getting close to you. No one touches what's mine."

Her breath hitches, and when I glance at her, her cheeks are pink.

"You liked that, huh, baby girl?"

"Maybe," she admits, and when her blue eyes meet mine, her expression is open, vulnerable. "Is that wrong?"

"No," I reply. "Not at all. In fact, I'm pretty fucking turned on by the idea of you belonging to me."

"Really?"

"You're damn right," I murmur, sliding a hand under the table and placing it on her bare knee. She sucks in a breath, and I move my fingers slowly upward, teasing her skin. "You're mine, Kelly. All mine."

"Yes, Daddy."

I smile and lean forward, brushing my lips against hers. She presses closer, and when the waiter arrives with our drinks, we reluctantly separate.

"Thank you," I say, clearing my throat. "I think we're ready to order. We're in a hurry."

I don't rush Kelly through the meal, but I can tell food isn't the first thing on either of our minds. I want her to eat because she's going to need her strength if this evening is headed where I think it is.

I also don't tell her I've been searching for her stalker all day, either. Considering I plan on having her sleep in my bed tonight, she'll be more than safe, anyway.

She's so sweet, sexy, and gorgeous, and all those things combined are driving me crazy .

As soon as we're done eating, I take her hand and lead her out to the car. There's a nervousness radiating off her, but excitement, too.

"We're going back to my place," I explain to her as we pull out of the parking lot. "I want to continue where we left off last night … if you're ready, that is."

"Yes," Kelly replies instantly. "I mean, I am."

"Good," I growl, my grip tightening on the wheel. I know she's new to all of this, and while I plan on treating her gently, the thought of claiming that tight little pussy for my own has me half-mad with lust.

When we get to my door, I unlock it and usher her inside, turning to lock it again and setting the deadbolt. There will be no interruptions, not tonight.

When I turn around, Kelly is standing by the couch, twisting her hands nervously. She looks adorable in her date-night getup, but I want it off. I want to see what's beneath.

I stalk towards her, and her eyes go wide as I close the distance between us.

"You're nervous," I murmur, sliding my hands around her waist. "Why?"

"I'm not sure."

"I promise I'm going to take very good care of you, baby girl," I say, leaning down and brushing my lips against her ear. "Daddy's going to make you feel so good, all right? Trust me."

"Okay." Her voice is breathy, and when I kiss her neck, she sighs softly.

"I like that sound," I say, smirking. "I'm going to do everything in my power to hear it again and again. How does that sound?"

"Perfect. "

"Good girl." I step back and look her up and down, and then point at the ground in front of me. "Strip and kneel for me, Kelly. I want to see you."

She hesitates for a split second, and then does as I ask. I watch as she shrugs out of her red top, revealing a white lace bra. My eyes drink in every inch of skin as she unfastens her jeans and slides them off, taking her shoes with them.

When she's done, she's standing there in nothing but her white lace bra and panties, her cheeks flushed pink.

"Beautiful," I whisper. "You're absolutely beautiful, Kelly."

"Thank you."

I nod toward the floor. "Kneel."

She drops to her knees in front of me, and I run my fingers through her hair. When she tilts her head back, I cup her chin and rub my thumb over her bottom lip.

"So pretty," I murmur, dropping my hand to unbutton my jeans. "Open your mouth for me, baby."