Page 80 of Taking Chances

“What are you doing here? How did you get here?” My eyes drop down to two large bags she’s holding. “With all of that?”

“I took a taxi.” She shrugs, pushing me away to pass through. “Wow. This looks amazing. When did you have the time to do all this?”

“Yesterday. Back to you. Why did you take a taxi? You could have called me.”

“You would have said there’s no need for me to come.” She shoots me a pointed look.

“Wait. Why are you here?”

“I heard about what you did.” My face scrunches up, so she continues, “The donation for the shelter. So I brought presents.” She drops the bags on the small dining table, and I notice it’s food.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have let you come for that. There’s no need to thank me.”

“There is, Lennox. What you did was amazing. And I really want to thank you.”

“It’s just money.” I desperately want to escape the uneasy feeling her gratitude is triggering. I’m not used to it.

“It’s money that will help them. A lot.” She brings a hand to my shoulder, her eyes boring into me. “Even if you think you don’t deserve it, I’m so grateful. And even if you think there’s no need, I’d do anything to thank you.”

Fuck. I know this isn’t the topic, but her begging to thank me in that ‘sweet girl’ sundress has woken up the devil in my pants.

“Anything?” As usual, my go-to strategy for when I’m feeling uncomfortable is to make a joke.

But she doesn’t take it that way. Her brows raise as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Yes. Anything,” she breathes out.

“Is that why you came here today?” I pick her chin up with my finger. This is where I’m in my element. This is what Iknow.

“No. But if you prefer that over my muffins, I’m in.”

I let out a deep chuckle. “Oh, I prefer your muffin, alright. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” She whimpers in response, fully hardening my cock. “What would you like to try today, Firecracker?”

“Anything. It’s a gift foryou.”

I should probably be a better man. I shouldn’t take advantage of her thankfulness for my own sick gain. I shouldn’t get hard with the thought of corrupting her again.

I guess I’m not a better man, after all.

Grabbing her by the back of the head, I pull her close to me so that my mouth is directly below her ear, inhaling her addictive scent.

“You should be careful saying ‘anything’ to someone like me. You have no idea about the depraved thoughts lurking in my head.” She sucks in a breath. “The things I’ve imagined doing to you.” I roughly pull down the front of her yellow sundress along with her bra, revealing perfect tits with already pebbled nipples. “I’m giving you one last chance to change the answer.”

She shakes her head as her breaths grow heavier and heavier. My lips curl up into a devilish smirk before I collect the liquid in my mouth and spit on her mouthwatering cleavage. She gasps.

“Rub it, Firecracker. Rub my spit all over your tits.” She does what she’s told instantly, always the good girl. “How do they feel?” I ask her.

“They feel good,” she moans out.

“They feel good,Sir,” I add.

“They feelsogood, Sir.”

I growl at the sound of her calling me Sir. I want to own her. Debase her. And make her see fucking stars.

I pull the rest of her dress down, leaving her in only a pair of cute white undies. She almost drops to the floor as I let go of her hair. Using both of my hands, I snap the white cotton in the middle, making a hole. My finger finds its way to her pussy, eliciting a hiss.

“You’re already soaked for me. Does this pussy want to get used by me?”

“Y-yes,” she stutters, closing her eyes as I rub her wetness over her clit.

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