Page 11 of Dirty Girl

I’ve not one time regretted branching out on my own after graduation. I was all set to slide into the role of vice president at my father’s company, but after working for Holt Industries as an intern for two years while away at Columbia University, I found that I hated the hotel business. My dad built an empire and I know it disappointed him that I didn’t want to take the reins, but I wanted to go my own way. Though right now, I’m questioning the decision.

She tucks her head under my chin, cuddling into me like a kitten. I can’t even express how much I love that she’s seeking comfort in my embrace, but I hate that she needs comfort because I’m leaving her side again.

“I’ll come back to you as soon as I can. Promise.”

I dress quickly while Dylan straightens her poor excuse for a dress and pulls her mussed hair into a knot on top of her head. I growl at how much of her thighs are exposed by the action. An inch or two more and I’d be able to see the pink lips of her pussy. Crossing the room in two strides, I pull her against me, gripping her ass hard.

“This dress is obscene. You need to go to your room and change. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing you like this.”

She blushes prettily, still completely unaware of what she does to men.

“I’m not joking, little girl. Only I get to see you in these tiny dresses of yours. Got it?”

“Okay, Jenson.”

One slow, lingering kiss later and I’m out the door.

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