Page 51 of Body Lock

“What? I'm just saying, it's good to know what you're getting into. I mean really, what if he sucked in bed? Or... had a small cock? He doesn't have a small cock does he?”

“Mia!” I huffed under my breath. Her eyes angled back, smile spreading from cheek to cheek. Tilting my head, I lowered the glass and said, “He's far from small, okay? Happy?”

I wanted to scream at her that he was the biggest I'd ever had. His cock filled me to the point where I could feel it in my stomach. The way he even looked at me made me drip for him before a single finger even graced my skin.

Damn, the mere thought of his cock, solid and engorged, made me wet right then, just sitting there. He did unbelievable things to me with just his eyes, his scent.

And when he finally tore my panties off, his cock teasing me as it bounced across my thighs, it was worth every inch.

“Yes. Yes I am. Then I think you should go for it.” Crossing her eyes across the room, she waved the employee over. “Let's get this show on the road. These girls are ready.” Lifting her feet from the tub, she wriggled her toes.

“Please, I'm ready to be pampered.” Holding my hand out, I twisted it side to side, showing the worn, chipped nails.

Squeezing her lips tight, the tiny wrinkles stood up. “Cadence, you know you can come work with me. I'm sure I can get you in.”

“If I could I would, but that's not an option for me right now.” I wished I could just quit the bar, quit the ring, and go on with a life I created for myself.

But how?

I'd be leaving the person I knew at one time had to have some compassion, some form of emotions.

I was still his daughter and he was still my father.

Abandoning him?

I didn't know if I could.

At least not yet.

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Standing on the street, we hugged goodbye and went our separate ways. Freshly manicured, hot pink from hands to toes, I felt pretty good.

Mia always had my best interests at heart, and she was well aware of how fucked up my life had been. She had tried countless times to get me to work with her, and get me out of my hell.

I just couldn't do it. And why?

Because it was fucking scary to leave the only things I knew.

Stepping out of my comfort zone, that wasn't easy; no matter how much I hated it.

The bar had been my only job, I wasn't able to go to college, and not because I didn't want to. That was a conversation my father ended before I even finished high school.

'We have the bar, you don't need college. Everything you are ever going to need is right here. This will be your legacy. I don't want to hear that question ever again.'Another letdown in my small world, a dream swiped from my hands before taking shape.

Walking cautiously down the sidewalk, I tried not to bump my nails against the top of my sneakers; screwing up the polish less than an hour after getting it done would have sucked.

Laughing inside, I thought I must have looked like a fool, dipping and dodging imaginary trenches in the pavement.

Yanking on the door to the bar, I flicked on the lights, ready to start preparing for the nightly swarm of drunks and party goers. Beginning my usual routine, a hazy fog swept over my brain, filling it with Quinn.

He had said he needed more, wanted more—of me.Even with the idea I could end up pregnant, Quinn didn't seem fazed. It was as if it wouldn't matter, even though I knew it would.

But no one had ever given me the feelings he did. The feeling of beauty, the feeling of being desired, the feeling that I was untouchable to anyone but him. The intensity he had in his gaze, in his lips...

I could feel it all.

Now, I certainly wasn't a virgin when we hooked up, but everyone before him had such a flat feeling. There was no passion, no lust.

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