Page 15 of Wrong Idea

“You mentioned you were thinking about looking at apartments,” I started to explain, hoping it didn’t make him think I had invited him over for a hookup or something. “I was thinking you could you check out the layout of mine. I mean, if you don’t mind the mess?” I rambled, but something in his gaze changed. His blue eyes turned softer, warmer.

“Not at all. I’d like that,” he agreed, and my heart felt like it skipped a beat.

“Okay.” I smiled. We both stood, and when out hands bumped into one another, I gasped softly. But he didn’t seem fazed by it. Without missing a beat, Car took my hand in his and tangled his talented fingers with mine. “Lead the way, beautiful.” I felt my face heat up, but I didn’t say anything.

We simply walked the two blocks to my place and, without losing his hand, I led us straight to my apartment. I was glad I had cleaned up a little on my day off after my massage. When wereached my door, he took my keys from me and opened the door for me like a complete gentleman. I walked in and showed him my small studio.

“As you can see, it’s not much, but it’s spacious. Oh, and if you come over here…” I walked to the back window that faced the lake, “the view is stunning.”

“It sure is,” he murmured, and when I looked behind me, he wasn’t looking out the window but right at me.

“Car…” I licked my lips. He stepped forward, and I turned. My hand touched his chest. I felt the muscles twitch and flex beneath my palm. He was so tall, so much taller than my five-foot-nothing height, I had to stretch my neck to look up at him.

“Car.” My voice softened as I stared into the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever looked at. His big hand rose and skimmed ever so lightly against the side of my face.

“Tell me you feel this, Max,” he rasped. “Please tell me I’m not the only one who hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“Car––“

“I can’t do anything,” he groaned, almost like he was in pain. “All I can do is think about your eyes and your smile and voice.”

“Voice?” I whispered with a soft laugh. “I sound like a mouse.”

“You sound like an angel.” His hand slipped to the back of my head, stroking my wavy hair. “You sound and look like an angel. I can’t tell you how much I’ve been going out of my mind thinking about you. I’ve been kicking myself in the ass for not getting your number. I swear, every time my phone pings now, I know I’ll be hoping it’s you.”

“You have it now.”

“I do.” He nodded, his head slowly dipping forward.Ohmygod! Is he going to kiss me?I hoped he would. His lips hovered a whisper away from mine. “Car…” I whispered hisname. I didn’t know him, not really, but there was something lying just beneath the surface that pulled me to him. drew out this primal, almost feral, side out of me.

“Can I kiss you, beautiful?” his deep voice rumbled, sending goose bumps up and down my body.

“Yes,” I answered without needing to think. I wanted him to take me into his arms and kiss me. His hand rose to touch my face so tenderly my lips tingled.

“You’re so soft. Your entire body is soft, baby girl,” he whispered.First princess, then beautiful, and now baby girl?This guy had an arsenal of sweet nicknames to get me drunk on. His lips dropped closer to mine all while reminding me he had seen me naked. Not that I needed to be reminded. It was all I could think about.

“Car,” I sighed, swaying closer.

“You’re such a good girl.” My pussy clenched tightly at his words. There was something sexy about this older man calling me his good girl. It made me want to call him something, too.

Before I let the word slip past my lips, his touched mine, and everything in my mind went blank. Nothing existed past him and me and his lips on mine. His hands cupped my face tenderly, which was a big contrast to the firm way his lips took mine.

“Max. God, baby,” he groaned. I loved how deep his voice sounded. Car’s tongue swiped at my lips, and I parted them for him, mewling when his tongue skimmed against mine. His fingers drove deeper into my hair, tugging it close to the scalp, making me moan louder.

His hands dropped from my face and went to my ass. They clenched around the globes of my butt with the perfect grip, and I pressed my front closer to him. God, it felt good. He felt good. It was like he had touched me a million times and had learned my body from hours upon hours of research.

He surprised me, lifting me up like I weighed nothing at all. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. I gasped when I felt a very big, very thick length pressed between my legs.

“Car,” I whispered.

“Fucking hell, baby girl,” he muttered, kissing his way from my lips down to my neck. “Been dying to taste you, Max. Thought your kisses would be sweet, but you’re delectable, princess. Sweeter than I could have ever imagined, and daddy has a great imagination.”

“Yes,” I hissed when I felt his tongue drag long my pulse point at my neck. I had no idea why, but the name suited him.

“Daddy,” I whimpered, the word slipping past my lips easily, sounding right to call him that. Exactly what I had been biting away just mere seconds ago. Or had it been minutes? Time stopped existing.

“Fuck.” My back pressed against the wall, and the photos shook beside me, but I didn’t care. They could fall and crash on the ground for all I cared. My body felt like it was on fire. “Let me make you feel good,” he groaned. His kisses were rough, so much I hoped they’d leave marks I could look at after he left for a reminder that this had really happened.

“You already did,” I whimpered softly without meaning to. He pulled away to look at me, silently asking me to explain. My lips pressed together before I licked them. “During the massage. The way you touched my body…” My cheeks heated up.

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