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“That’s my mom,” she sighs, sounding stressed. She glances from her phone to me. “I need to get home. She needs help with my grandma.”

“You should stay,” I say, attempting to shut down that line of thought.

“I can’t,” she sighs, starting to get dressed. After a beat, she hesitates, then says, “But I wish I could.”

“We’ll see each other again,” I say, the conviction in my words surprising even myself.

She smiles shyly before she finishes putting on her clothes. She checks her wallet, then furrows her eyebrows and asks, “Do you think your driver could give me a ride? I, uh… I don’t have cash for a cab.”

“That’s not a problem,” I say, pulling myself to my feet and walking over to give her a kiss. “I’ll ride with you.”

A look of shame crosses her features, but she hides it quickly. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I insist,” I reply, leaving no room for argument. Then, I say something that I never thought I’d say to anyone. “I just want to make sure you get back safe.”

Her face goes bright red, and she blinks once. Twice. Finally, she averts her gaze and mumbles, “Okay.”

“Good,” I say, hooking my finger under her chin so I can look her in the eyes again. I press our lips together. “Let me get dressed and we’ll head out.”

Chapter Five

Amanda

Sitting in the back of Eric’s SUV, his driver wearing those noise cancelling earbuds, I can’t stop myself from fidgeting nervously. I’m finding myself starting to like Eric. Maybe it’s just the sex, but I don’t feel like I’m just interested in him for his money anymore.

But that just makes what’s about to happen even worse. I’m about to lose all my chances with him when he sees the hovel I live in. One look at my house, and he’ll correctly assume my interest was born of financial need. And while that’s true, it’s not quite how I feel anymore.

“Helping with your grandma, huh?” Eric asks, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts.

“Uh, yeah,” I say, smiling at him. “She got sick during the pandemic, and she’s been weak ever since. She had some preexisting conditions. We almost lost her.” I shake my head, realizing that he probably doesn’t want to hear about my grandmother’s illness. “Sorry. Anyway, she’s mostly okay now. She just needs some help sometimes.”

There’s a look in Eric’s eyes that I don’t quite recognize. He blinks it away quickly, making me wonder if I imagined it. There was something vulnerable there. I’m sure of that.

“No need to apologize,” he says, and even though his mask is back on, I can detect the hint of emotion there. It intrigues me. From everything I’ve heard and seen, Eric is unshakable, not caring about anything. “I lost my grandpa when he got sick. I was barely out of high school. I know how hard it can be.” He clamps his lips together, looking troubled at his own admission.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, reaching out to grab his hand in an attempt to provide comfort.

“It’s okay,” he says, expertly clearing the vulnerability from his voice. “It’s just part of life.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier,” I point out.

He smiles, and there’s something so genuine in his expression that it makes my heart clench in my chest. It’s like I’m getting a glimpse of the man underneath the hard exterior. There’s more to him, and I desperately want to know everything.

“You’re too sweet for your own good,” he says as he leans in close to capture my lips in a kiss. His hands slide slowly up my inner thighs as his mouth slides against mine. He rests his palm over my clothed private parts. We part, and he rests his forehead against mine. “Every single part of you is sweet, Amanda.”

I gasp as he slips his hand into my pants, his fingertips brushing against me over my underwear. He kisses me harder, taking the opportunity to lick into my mouth as he teases me. My body reacts to him without my permission, my hips pushing into his hand to get more friction where I need it most.

“Ask for what you want, little girl,” he tells me, the pet name sending a rush of wetness between my legs. “You can have anything you want if you ask for it.”

For some reason, being called ‘little girl’ makes my head go blank. The only thing I’m able to say to his request is, “More, daddy.”

Thankfully, Eric doesn’t make me ask for more. He seems to understand the effect his words have on me. So, without any further prompting from me, he repositions his hand inside my panties, his fingertips brushing against my wet folds.

“Yes,” I hiss, unable to keep quiet as he begins to massage me.

“That’s it,” he says as he circles my clit expertly. “Let daddy hear you.”

I turn my face, hiding against his neck. I think the windows of the SUV are tinted, but I don’t want to risk anyone seeing me like this. The driver’s presence still lingers in my mind despite the fact that I’m already shaking from pleasure.

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