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“You laid out clothes for me?” Confused, I turn around to face him. “What are you trying to do?” A rush of unwanted emotion fills me, and I can’t place what it is. Whatever it is, it makes me anxious.

“When you’re with me, I take care of you.”

When. That word sticks out, and all I can do is nod. What happens when I’m not with him?

“Go get dressed. I’ve kept us in the shower longer than I should have.” He grabs a towel and wraps it around me before giving my ass a small slap.

I hurry out of the shower, not because of the tap to my bottom but because I need the space. Then I see the shopping bags on the bed, and I let out a small gasp. There’s a pretty pink dress with flowers and beadwork laid out for me. I hold it up and notice the bottom of it has ruffled tiers, making it look like a flower. I’ve never seen anything so sweet and perfect. Even the fabric is butter soft, and I can’t wait to put it on.

“You like it?” Maxim asks, walking into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“It’s beautiful.” I hold it close. “I’m scared I’m going to mess it up. It’s so nice.”

“It’s okay. I’m already worried I’ll rip it off you.” He gives me a devilish smirk, and a thrill runs through me. That’s all it takes to get me going? He really is bad news.

“You absolutely will not.”

“I’ll buy you a dozen more, firecracker.” He winks and then removes his towel to get dressed.

He is not making it easy to stay mad at him, but then the phone rings and shatters the illusion. I turn away, taking the dress with me into the bathroom. I don’t want to be dismissed or watch him sneak away so I won’t hear whatever he’s up to.

How can he want me to put so much trust in him when he can’t do the same for me?

Chapter Ten

MAXIM

“Fuck,” I whisper to myself as I keep one hand on the small of Rue’s back and the other fisted at my side.

“Something wrong?” She looks up at me through her lashes, and somehow it makes it worse.

“I should have thought better about the dress.” I clench my jaw as she looks at her reflection in the mirror. She’s scrutinizing it closely, and I shake my head. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I think it looks pretty. Maybe a little short, but I don’t mind it.”

“Of course it looks pretty.”

The hand I have on her back travels lower to cup her ass. The frills of her dress barely cover it, and I’m reminded that she’s not wearing panties. I destroyed the only pair she had, and in my lust-filled haze, I didn’t think she would need them the rest of the time she was with me. I never considered taking her out of the hotel. Not until the thought of leaving her behind or having her away from me for any amount of time almost sent me into a panic.

“Then what’s the problem?” She’s pouty now, and I want to spank her. And yes, also fuck her.

“The problem is that now I want to bend you over my knee and see if I can make your ass match this pretty pink dress.” I turn to face her and crowd her space until she leans back against the wall of the elevator. “The problem is that putting you in this dress reminds me that you need a daddy.” My knee goes between her legs, and she spreads them for me. My hand dives under the frills of the dress, and when I cup her pussy, my fingers slide between her lips. Because of course she’s wet. “The problem is that while you’re wearing this dress, I know it would be so easy to fuck you.”

Her breath catches in her throat, and her cheeks flush as I pump two fingers inside of her like I would if it was my cock. “Yes,” she moans and looks up at me through hooded eyes. She’s so fucking close to cumming.

“You want that, don’t you? For me to be your daddy?” She nods, and I use my thumb to rub her clit. “Then cum for me, cum for Daddy.”

“Yes!” she cries out and rocks her hips in time with my fingers. I can feel her pussy clenching around them and how wet she is.

Just as she finishes, the elevator chimes and the doors open as I remove my fingers from her soaking wet pussy. The older couple doesn’t seem to notice anything is off as they smile to us and get in. Rue’s eyes are wide and her cheeks are flushed in embarrassment as she stands up straight and makes sure her skirt is covering up her bottom half.

Meanwhile I bring my fingers to my mouth and take my time sucking them clean. I savor her release and how good her pussy tastes, and I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.

When I’m finished, I take her hand in mine and glance down at her. She’s still being shy, but I see the curve of her lips at the corner of her mouth. She’s fighting a smile because even if she doesn’t want to be naughty, she likes it.

“You two have a nice day,” I tell the older couple when they get off at the main lobby.

“Aren’t we getting out too?” Rue looks confused, but I shake my head.

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