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Myles

“Hendrix? Is everything okay? What time is it there?” I glance at the clock. It’s eleven p.m. in Seattle. Hendrix is in Germany. So…eight.

“Hey. Yeah, I know it’s early here. Sorry to call you so late.”

I’m still at my desk, even though it’s eleven on a Friday night. I’m a workaholic, and I work from home, so I’m always at my damn desk. Which my best friend knows, and that’s probably why he wouldn’t hesitate to call me at this hour.

He undoubtedly needs me to hunt someone down or dig into their personal life. That’s what everyone needs from me when they call me out of the blue. I’m a hacker. One of the best. Everyone knows it. I even do secret side jobs for the government, the police, the FBI, and a lot of fucking rich people.

But Hendrix has never asked me to look into anyone. This is a first. “No problem. You know me. I’m still at my desk.”

“Hoping you can help me out with Madison.”

I sit straighter at the mention of his daughter. My heart rate picks up. “What’s wrong with Madison? Is she okay?” I’m her godfather, which might have been important if anything had ever happened to Hendrix when she was a child, but she’s an adult now. She doesn’t need a guardian.

Before Hendrix responds, my mind races in ten different directions. What if she’s been in an accident? What if she’s missing? What if she’s been hurt?

I’m already kicking myself because I should have been checking in with her more frequently than I have. Hendrix has been on a two-year assignment for his company in Germany, and Madison stayed here in Seattle to finish college. Even though she’s an adult, she’s technically my responsibility.

And why haven’t I kept in touch with her? I wince. I know why I haven’t called her as often as I should. Because every time I see her or even just talk to her, my cock gets hard, and that’s unacceptable. Hendrix is my best friend. He would shoot me if I hit on his daughter.

I can’t seem to help myself. She’s a walking goddess. Smart, pretty, funny, sassy…

I run a hand through my hair as I brace myself for whatever Hendrix says next.

“Her car was stolen.”

“What?” Jesus.

“Yeah. Not once, but twice. She only got it back this week, and now it’s gone again. She just called me from a restaurant. She’s out with some friends. She’s pissed, and frankly, so am I. Would you mind…”

I’m already on my feet. “Ping me the location, and I’ll go get her.”

Hendrix blows out a relieved breath. “Thank you. I really appreciate it. I’m probably overreacting.

I know she’s an adult. She should be able to handle this shit on her own, but she sounded off to me.

I want to make sure she’s okay. It would give me tremendous peace of mind if you could pick her up and assess the situation. ”

“I’m on my way. Don’t worry. Are you going to tell her I’m coming?”

“No. I figure it will be better if you just show up.”

I smirk. “Okay. I’ll call you back in a while.” I’m already in my car, waiting for the garage doors to open.

“Thank you. I owe you.” Hendrix ends the call.

I cringe at the thought of him feeling like he owes me. If he knew the kinds of thoughts I have about his daughter, he would not be thanking me for anything. He also wouldn’t have called me and asked me to pick her up.

I’m forty-three years old. I can surely do my buddy a favor and keep my dick in my fucking pants.

As I pull out of the garage, my phone pings with Madison’s location. I frown at it. A restaurant? I don’t think so. She’s at a bar. There isn’t a restaurant in that area of the city, but there sure are a few bars. She lied to her father, which isn’t surprising since she’s underage.

I grip the steering wheel as I speed away from my house. She’s only about ten minutes away from me, but I get there in eight and pull up to the valet. I’m not particularly surprised Madison’s car was stolen from this area. I’m certainly not about to leave my Lamborghini unattended.

The valet is grinning as I step out. Unfortunately for him, he’s not going to get the opportunity to drive it.

“Hey. I’m just picking someone up. I don’t need you to park it for me. I’ll give you two hundred dollars to watch it for a few minutes.”

The guy’s eyes bug out. “Sure, man.”

I hand him a crisp hundred. “Don’t move. You’ll get the other one when I come back and my car is still here.”

The guy pockets the hundred. “No problem.”

I jog into the bar. I can’t decide if I’m going to hug Madison or strangle her. What the fuck is she doing in this part of town? And why is she out at a bar?

It takes me fifteen seconds to spot her.

She’s at the bar with a group of girls, tipping back a shot of something bright green.

I stare, frozen in my spot. I’ve never seen this side of Madison.

She’s always been such a good girl. I’ve only known her to study hard, make good grades, and follow the rules.

Madison normally wears jeans and university hoodies. Her long brown hair is in a ponytail most of the time. I’ve seen her in sweaters and slacks or modest dresses at Christmas gatherings, but nothing like this .

This Madison is wearing a short black leather skirt, black tights, and knee-high black boots with three-inch heels. And that’s the modest parts of her outfit. Her sheer black blouse is see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination with regard to her black lace bra.

Her hair is cascading down her back in waves. She’s laughing but sways a bit as she tries to set the shot glass on the bar, almost missing and dropping it on the floor.

My breath hitches as I let my gaze roam up and down her body. Fuck. She’s sex on wheels—and drunk.

Finally pulling my shit together, I stomp in her direction, thoroughly enjoying the look on her face when she spots me. Her eyes widen, and she winces. “Myles? What are you doing here?”

I set my hands on my hips, trying to look stern, forcing my gaze to remain on her face. “Your father called me.”

The woman next to her giggles. “Ah, isn’t that cute? Your daddy called someone to come get you.”

Madison’s face turns red, and she glances around in horror.

I lift a brow.

She leans her head toward my ear. “Could you maybe not embarrass me in front of my friends, Myles?”

I grip her shoulders and meet her gaze, my face an inch from hers.

“Grab your coat and walk out of here with me, and I won’t make a scene.

” My voice comes out more like a growl. I’m pretty pissed right now.

Or maybe it’s that I’m scared. I can’t stand the idea of Madison bar hopping.

Anything could have happened to her. What the hell was she thinking?

She sighs. “Fine.” She turns to grab a leather jacket off the chair next to her. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

I pay no attention to the three girls who wiggle their fingers at her. One of them whistles. One of them says, “Who’s the sexy DILF?” Another says, “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

As soon as Madison has her coat on, I grip the back of her neck and all but march her out the front door.

I’m relieved when I find my car where I left it. After helping a very tipsy Madison into the passenger seat, I jog around to the driver’s side and hand the guy two more hundreds, adding an extra because he did me a solid. “Thanks, man. Appreciate it.”

“Damn.” He hands me a card. “If you ever need anything, call.”

I chuckle as I climb into my baby. I don’t intend to be back in this neighborhood ever. It’s not exactly my scene.

I shut my door and turn toward Madison. Her arms are crossed, and she’s scowling. “What the f-fuck, Myles! I was having f-fun.” Her voice slurs.

“Did you or did you not call your father and tell him your car was stolen half an hour ago?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, but I didn’t n-need you to come g-get me. I’m not a baby. The police will find it. I would have t-taken an Uber.”

“Are you serious?” My voice raises. “That’s it? You just went back into the bar and ordered another round of shots?”

“What the fuck was I g-going to do about my c-car tonight? I filed a report. It’s done.”

“How much have you had to drink, Madison?”

She shrugs. “Why do you c-care?” She hiccups and covers her mouth.

“Because you’re underage, Madison. It’s illegal.”

She smirks. “Whatever. Stop calling me that. I go by M-Maddie. Madison sounds so formal.” Her words are growing more slurred.

“Put your seatbelt on.” I need to rein in my ire before I end up jumping back out to spank some sense into this woman. I don’t think Hendrix intended for me to spank his daughter’s bare bottom when he asked me to pick her up. I’m equally certain he doesn’t know she was out drinking.

She reaches for the belt but can’t get ahold of it. It keeps slipping from her fingers. She even sways a bit in my direction before actually falling across the console.

“Whoa.” I steady her, righting her body before reaching all the way across her to pull the seatbelt into place. I hope she doesn’t fucking blow chunks in my car.

She giggles. “Thanks, Daddy.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I don’t like her tone or the implication. And she’s definitely drunk. Seeing me sobered her for a moment, but the alcohol is kicking in now.

I pull away from the curb. I know where she lives, but there’s no way I’m going to take her home and drop her off. She might suffocate on her own vomit in the night. She’s going to need clothes to change into, though, so I head toward her place first.

“How did you get into the bar, Madison?”

She groans. “Maddie.”

“Answer me.” I glance at her. I’m not fucking calling her Maddie. I have in the past, but Madison is the name I would use to reprimand her if she were mine, and she definitely needs reprimanding.

“Jesus, you’re such a p-party pooper.” She pouts, pushing her bottom lip out. “I have a fake ID. Sheesh.”

I come to a light. My voice rises. “A fake ID. What the fuck, Madison? Where the fuck did you get a fake ID?” I sound like I’m sixty. I’m sure every kid has one these days. Hell, they did when I was in school, too. I’m not sounding rational.

She starts giggling again. And she has full-blown hiccups now. “What are you, a hundred?”

“How long have you had a fake ID?” I ask. I’m curious how long I’ve been neglecting my duty to Hendrix and her. I’m a shit. I need to stop thinking about her as someone I’d like to dominate and start thinking about her as my best friend’s child who apparently needs an intervention.

“A while.”

I glance at her. “How long is a while, Madison?”

She shrugs.

I pull over to the side of the road and put the car in park.

She gasps. “What are y-y-you doing?”

“Look at me.” I want to see her eyes.

She rolls them and meets my gaze, sort of. She’s drunk. Drunker than I first thought. I bet she did a few shots right before I arrived. They’re catching up with her now.

“How long have you been using your fake ID to go to bars?”

She giggles. Another hiccup. “You should see your f-face.” She leans toward me and shocks the hell out of me when she sets her hand on my thigh. “The stern, hot Daddy look is sexy on you.”

I’m stunned as I glance down to watch her stroking up my leg. Her hand is small. Her nails are perfectly groomed. I think women call it a French manicure.

My cock is fucking hard, and when I realize that, I grab her wrist and yank her hand off my thigh. Jesus. I’m a mess.

“Did you know I’ve wanted you for years?” She tugs her hand free of mine and pulls at the neck of her see-through blouse—if you can call it that—as if she’s overheated. She fans her face. “I have these fantasies about you.”

I want to stop her, but I can’t. My mouth is hanging open. I can’t even blink.

“And the dreams…” She lolls her head back against the seat and groans.

Suddenly, she’s more lucid. “Usually, I’m a naughty schoolgirl, and you have to spank me.

You never let me come, though.” She turns toward me and pushes out her bottom lip again, this time in an enormous pout.

“Maybe you would, but I always wake up as soon as you start spanking my naughty bottom with that ruler.” She rolls her eyes.

“Sometimes it’s a paddle. Sometimes, you make me stand in timeout like a child.

Do you know how horny I get when you make me do that?

” She’s rambling, and I’ve never been more stunned.

“The hottest dreams are when you inspect my pussy to make sure I shaved.”

Madison tips her head back and tugs at her blouse again before reaching for the sleeves of her leather jacket and taking her coat off.

“It’s so hot in here.” She giggles. “That’s all you.

You heat up every room. I always wake up in a sweat when you visit me in my dreams. My pussy gets so wet, and then I have to finger myself to finish off. ”

I don’t think I’ve breathed since she started this monologue. Is she for real? Does she have any idea what the fuck she’s saying? There’s no way she does.

Madison tosses her leather jacket in the back. Her full breasts are in my face, the black lace bra hard to ignore. “Why don’t you ever let me come?” she whines before crossing her arms and pouting again. Her tits get pushed up in the process.

She’s toasted. And I’m in so much trouble.