Page 9 of Teaching His Babygirl

Runaway, little girl… daddy isn’t afraid of a little chase.

Chapter Five

Darlene

The week flies by.I’ve somehow managed to avoid being alone with Colt, despite his many attempts to corner me. It’s only a matter of time before it happens though. Each time I see him, it becomes harder to resist him. Not that I even want to resist him… I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.

I take another glass from the box sitting on my kitchen floor and give it a quick rinse before filling it with orange juice. I consider adding some vodka but don’t. Alcohol will only make the situation that much worse. I lean against the counter as I sip my juice. The place is still full of boxes. The only room I’ve unpacked is my studio… which I’ve spent every night after school painting.

I finish my juice and wander back into my studio. Icy blue eyes meet me. Despite trying to paint something else… each painting this week ends up with icy blue eyes and the stern features of Colt James. They burn through me from the canvas.

My eyes flick to the clock and my insides twist. I’m supposed to meet Colt at the club in an hour. But that was before… I’ve vacillated between my decision to go or not go for days now. Finally, making the wise choice to not go. Now that the time is upon me, I’m second-guessing my decision.

One more night couldn’t hurt… In fact, we could work this thing out of our systems… that’s what we need to do. We will sate this undeniable need, and it’ll be over.

Right?

Even though it’s probably the worst decision, I change my mind. I’m going. Come what may.

I take a quick shower, washing off the paint, and shaving every inch of my body. I pull on my favorite pink satin and lace bra with matching boy short panties. I turn and look in the mirror admiring my curves. I might not be a skinny girl, but even I can admit my curves are sexy. I have an hourglass figure—large breasts with a nipped-in waist and curvy hips.

With a hum, I pull on a frilly pink dress over my lingerie and slide my feet into my favorite ballerina slippers. I may choose heels and conservative dresses in my day-to-day life, but I shed that protective outer layer for the club. I no longer look like that put together teacher, I look like the little I am. In these clothes, I feel like me.

I let go of the confines of society and can just be unapologetically me. I let out a sigh, feeling free for the first time in what feels like forever.

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The club is packed.Obviously, Saturday night starts earlier than a Friday. If I were in a better frame of mind, I would be excited by the buzz around the club. As it is, I’m nervous. What if Colt doesn’t come? What if he decided that because I avoided him all week that it wouldn’t be worth coming?

What if he does come? Will we talk? Do we come to terms that this wild attraction between us can’t go anywhere? Or do we let go of logic for one night and do exactly what we want?

My mind is saying that I came here to get some form of closure, but my body knows better. I’ve silenced the rational side of my mind and let go of common sense. Even coming here was tempting the unrestrained, passionate parts of me. Parts that only spark to life when Colt is near.

I wander around the club and find the only other friendly face I know swinging. Tessa smiles and waves me over. I smile back and wave. The grumpy guy—Ransom, I think—is standing off to one side with his big arms crossed over his chest. He’s watching the room, but even I can tell his focus is really on Tessa. His navy-blue shirt with a white band around the sleeve labels him as club security, but the way he’s watching her makes me think there is a story there.

Tessa calls me over again. Just as I start to head her way, I catch sight of Colt. He’s striding towards me with a single-minded purpose. I take two steps back, my eyes wide at the fierce look on his face.

He quickly closes the distance and tugs me into his arms. His lips landing on mine in a toe-curling kiss. I don’t have time to think, let alone protest as he plunders, taking what he wants. There’s no fight left in me. The moment his lips touch mine, I catch fire. I’m lost to our kiss, and the whole world fades away in our endless passion.

Colt lifts me from my feet, and I wrap my legs around him. Our lips don’t part as he walks us away from the gathering crowd. I’m mildly aware that in this position, my bottom is likely on display. Again, I can’t seem to worry about it. My butt cheeks are hardly the most scandalous thing this club will see tonight.

He kisses me with fierce possession all the way to one of the private rooms. The door slams shut behind us, and he twirls, pinning me to it. His cock presses firmly to my pussy as he rubs against me. My moans are swallowed by his mouth. His rough hands tug at the front of my dress, pulling it down until it’s below my satin covered breasts.

With a low growl, he pushes my bra down too. My breasts are practically served up on a platter for him, and he takes full advantage. His fingers pluck at my nipples as his lips suck one tight bud into his mouth. I throw my head back against the door, moaning at the overwhelming sensations. I’m so turned on the littlest of touches could send me over the edge.

Colt must sense that because he pulls away, looking at me with those fathomless blue eyes. Eyes that tell me he wants to devour me, but that he’s also furious and hasn’t forgotten a minute of the time I’ve kept us apart. I can’t hold in my whimper when he sets me down on the floor. Especially when my nipples rub over his shirt, sending shivers down my spine from their sensitivity.

“Darlene, fuck, babygirl,” he growls. “I’ve needed to kiss you for days. Fucking days.”

I nod, trying to catch my breath. The words escape me, but I can admit that I needed him too. This connection of ours won’t be denied, and I was a fool for thinking it could be.

One night.

I can let go for one night, then put my self-control back in the driver’s seat. I’m taking tonight for myself though. Nothing will stop me, not even the fact that it’s a terrible idea.

“Me too… daddy?” I say the word like it’s a question… what if he no longer wants me that way?

Colt makes a feral sound low in his throat. “Say it again, this time I want you to mean it.”

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