Page 6 of Dad Bod's Naughty List

“Arianna…”

“I’m twenty,” she whispers, dropping her gaze from mine but only for a moment. I clench my fists, fighting the need to wrap my hand around her waist and yank her hard against me. “I can stay out past eight if I want to.”

“Aria.”

“I can do other things too. Like get a boyfriend and stay at his place if I don’t want to go home.”

My nostrils flare up and anger climbs up my throat at the thought of another man touching Aria. Some stupid college boy wouldn’t know how to take care of my Aria. They wouldn’t make her feel the way I can. “Stop, Aria.”

“No one can stop me if I stay out late or go out clubbing with my friends and get picked up by guys who want to get laid.”

I close the remaining distance between us and grab her chin, my jaw clenched as I stare at the little temptress. I am smart enough to know she is baiting me into a response but around this girl, I am weak. All of five–four, but she has so much power over me.

Control yourself!

And yet, I can’t. Not around Aria. Not when she’s provoking me the way she is, pushing my buttons to see which sends possessiveness sweeping over.

“No one gets to touch you!” I growl, my eyes locked on her beautiful golden-brown eyes. “You better not let those college kids touch you or I will make them pay. You will not like what I do to anyone you let close to you, princess.”

“And if I do?” she pushes, her eyes crowded with defiance. “What will you do to me?”

“Aria!”

“You don’t want others near me, but you don’t want me either!”

“Stop this, Arianna.”

“No, you stop this. You know what I want but won’t give it to me.”

I shake my head, dropping my hand from her chin. “You are playing with fire little girl. Let’s put a cap on this conversation and never bring it up again.”

“No,” she hisses, oblivious to the fact that we’re not alone in the gallery. I am acutely aware of the others in the hall with us and I can feel their eyes on us.

I shake my head and push away from the girl, nodding towards the exit. “Let’s go.” My voice is firm, leaving no room for questions and I can tell Aria wants to fight me on this, but she simply glares at me and struts towards the exit.

Fuck, I need to remember my place. I want this girl too much and I’ve come dangerously close to taking what I’ve craved for a year. I would not have given a damn about the people watching us as I bent her over one of the statues and hammered my cock into her, filling her needy little cunt with my cock. I bet she wouldn’t care either. The little tease has been toying with me for a fucking year, giving me blue balls and I can’t even find relief with anyone else, because it’s her I want.

Only her.

Aria's steps are hurried as she storms out of the building before coming to a sudden halt. I'm immediately hit by the cold air when we step outside, and I instinctively step by Aria's side to shield her from the chilly wind.

“Oh my God, how did it get this bad!” Aria murmurs, her expression mirroring my own dread. The snow is piling up fast, covering the road in a thick layer of white and there is no fuckingway I am driving in that blizzard. It would be dangerous to even attempt such a thing with Aria.

Fuck, we were inside for hours and I didn’t care to check the weather. No, I should not have let this temptress flutter her pretty eyes at me and convince me to let her spend so much time in the gallery.

I strip off my coat and sling it over her shoulders, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling to my side. "I can't drive in this weather," I say, more to myself than to her but she hears and turns to look at me.

“What do we do then?”

I rake my mind for options. “A hotel,” I say the first thing that comes to mind. “We’ll get you booked into a hotel for the night and then I will drive you to your home tomorrow morning.”

Aria is quiet for a moment before she shakes her head. “I don’t like hotels.”

“Your house is practically one.”

“I know. I don’t like it there either but at least it has my things and it’s familiar. I hate hotels. I won’t stay in one.”

This is not the time for her to be stubborn when we have very limited choices and with any other client, this wouldn’t have been up for debate, but Aria isn’t just any other client, now is she? It’s not just her safety that matters to me but her comfort as well. Fuck, since when am I this love-sick fool! My men would never let me live it down if they knew how much power this girl has over me.

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