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  “You’re ready to be my girl tonight?” I ask as I lean a little closer. Her bottom lip drops as I hover my lips over hers. I can taste her warm sugary breath and it spurs me on even more. It emboldens me. It lets loose the possessive primal instincts that have been building inside of my tight body.

  “Yes,” she whispers. I moan as I taste her words.

  “Good.” My hand tightens possessively on her thigh as I grip it a little harder to show her my dominant side. “Then, I’m going to treat you like you’re my girl. I’m going to touch you like you’re my girl. I’m going to love you like you’re my girl.” My hand starts slowly moving up her leg and she arches her back and lets out a whimper. “And I’m going to make you come hard like you’re my girl.”

  She gasps as my hand arrives between her legs and I cup her hot damp mound.

  “Oh, Nolan,” she moans as she thrusts her tits up.

  I can already feel her wetness seeping through the thin cotton of her panties. She gets even wetter as I rub her mound from her engorged clit to her tight little asshole.

  Her legs spread and she lifts her ass off the seat to give me better access as I play with her pussy.

  “My girl is not allowed to wear panties,” I say in a low thick voice as I dip my fingertip into the side waistband and start tugging them down.

  She doesn’t stop me. She just starts breathing harder, faster, urging me on with her lust-filled eyes.

  I pull her panties down her thighs and groan hungrily when I see the wet spot that was covering her young fresh cunt. As quickly as I can, I pull them off and then bring them to my nose and inhale. The smell of her heat and wet need fills my lungs and I growl. It just comes out of me from somewhere deep and primal.

  She watches with unblinking blue eyes as I stuff her wet panties into my jacket pocket. They’re mine now. She’s never going to see them again.

  “My girl has to keep her legs open until I’m done with her,” I say as I grab her knees and wrench them apart once again. “She has to know that her pussy is mine.”

  Arya gasps and starts panting as I slide my hand back under her dress. This time my hand cups her bare mound and I nearly die when I feel how silky soft she is.

  My fingers slide through her slit when I add a bit of pressure to my hand and the fingertip of my middle finger presses up against her wet hole.

  “You’re my girl, right?” I ask as I slowly dip my fingertip inside her tightness, making her body tense up.

  “Yes,” she gasps. “I’m your girl.”

  “And your pussy is mine?”

  Her mouth opens, but she doesn’t say a thing. My eyes are locked on hers as she nods up and down.

  “Say it,” I growl.

  “This is your pussy,” she whispers with a moan. “It’s all yours.”

  “Good,” I say as I slide my finger deeper inside her wet tunnel. I come up to a barrier and my heart stops when I realize that it’s her cherry. She’s as pure and innocent as she looks. She’s untouched. Unsullied. Unbelievable. “You’re a virgin?”

  She looks at me with shame in her eyes. “Is that okay?”

  Is that okay? Fuck, this girl… she’s full of surprises. I can’t wait to discover each one, but first, I have business to take care of.

  “Yes. That is very okay.”

  She starts moaning and writhing around as I play with her little clit. “Has anyone had their hand here before me?”

  Her head is resting against the seat as she shakes it. Her blue eyes are filled with need. And I know just what she needs.

  I start to rub her hard little nub with my fingertips until she’s whimpering and then I slide my fingers into her tight pussy hole and moan as her inner walls clench around them.

  She’s so wet and ready. This cunt is begging to be claimed by my cock.

  I fuck her hard with my fingers until she’s crying loud enough that people outside can hear her through the sunroof. I see their confused and laughing faces through the windows as they look around for the source, but I don’t let that distract me. The feeling of my girl starting to come on my hand is too amazing to miss.

  She grips my suit jacket and nearly tears the fabric as her body seizes, screaming so loud that my ears ring. Her wet little hole tightens around my fingers as she comes hard on them. I feel a rush of hot pussy juice surge onto my hand and I can’t help but taste it.

  She watches in awe, trembling against the seat as I pull my wet hand away and lick her juices clean off my fingers. I moan hungrily as her warm sugary honey hits my tongue.

  After every drop is gone, I reach into my underwear and grab some of the pre-come that’s been oozing out of my throbbing cock.

  “My girl isn’t going to be walking around with a bare cunt,” I say with a growl as I touch between her legs and spread my seed all over her sticky wet mound. “Not without my mark on it.”

  She presses her hand against the back of mine, holding me between her thighs as she catches her breath.

  “Like I said,” she whispers. “Your girl would be a lucky one.”

  I kiss her hard on her open lips, taking her mouth and laying my claim on it.

  This girl is mine. For the night—that’s for sure, but hopefully, forever.

  I’m going to do whatever I can to make that a reality.

  I give her a hard punishing kiss that she won’t soon forget and then tug on her bottom lip with my teeth as we separate.

  Her eyes are shining with lust and surprise as she stares at me in awe.

  That’s right… I’m going to be keeping this one.

  Forever.

  Chapter Four

  Arya

  There are cameras everywhere along the red carpet that leads into the building. My heart starts racing like it was when Nolan’s hand was between my legs.

  I’m in a limo with a hot guy about to emerge onto a red carpet where all of the photographers are going to take my picture in this stunning red dress. Isn’t this what I’ve always wanted? I always wanted to be an actress…

  I sigh when it hits me. It’s always been the craft of acting that I’ve been in love with. Fame is just a byproduct of success in the craft. It’s not what I want and it’s not what I need.

  But still, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a thrill to step out of the limo on Nolan’s arm and see dozens of cameras turning to snap pictures of us.

  “What are these cameras doing here?” I whisper to him as I hold onto his arm for dear life.

  He smiles at me as he places his hand on mine, holding me in place beside him like he’s afraid I’m going to run off. “Mr. Brown throws giant galas with some of New York’s finest in attendance.”

  “We’re part of New York’s finest tonight?” I ask with my pulse racing.

  “Arya, you are New York’s finest. Period. Every night.”

  My cheeks start blushing as he begins to walk me down the carpet. Reporters with microphones shout Nolan’s name and try to get him to speak, but he ignores all of them. His only focus is on me.

  I feel hot all over. It was too soon to go out. It feels like everyone knows what we did in the limo. Like they know that I have Nolan’s hot seed throbbing between my legs.

  “Mr. Cline, who’s the beautiful woman and what is she wearing?” someone shouts from behind the roped-off area. I see NY Fashion written on the microphone he’s trying to shove in our faces.

  “Get away from her,” Nolan snarls at the guy. He puts a possessive arm around me and tries to pull me away, but I duck around him and head straight for the mic. I really want to be an actress and this is the sort of stuff I have to do to get my name out there.

  “Hi!” I say with a bubbly smile. “I’m Arya Hendrix. And I’m wearing Caroline Henna.”

  “Carolina Herrera,” he corrects as his cameraman takes a picture of my outfit. I hear a growl behind me, but I just ignore my caveman of a date. “Is Mr. Cline your boyfriend?”

  Nolan cuts in front of me and the microphone with his body all tight
and rigid. “She’s my wife.”

  I don’t know who’s more shocked, me or the reporter. Nolan grabs my arm and starts pulling me toward the building. This time we don’t stop in front of any more cameras.

  “Your wife?” I ask with my head spinning when we’re inside where it’s less chaotic. “I thought I was supposed to be your girlfriend?”

  “And I thought you’d just be my sister’s annoying friend and not the love of my life.”

  My mouth drops as I look up at him in shock. Love of his life?

  I’m about to ask him what he means when an older man walks over with a smile and an outstretched hand.

  “Mr. Brown,” Nolan says as he shakes it. “Wonderful party you have here and for such a great cause. Thank you for inviting us.”

  The older man turns his sharp brown eyes onto me. I can see a hint of disapproval in them when he sees how much cleavage I’m showing. Come on, man… It’s not that much.

  “And who is this?”

  “My wife,” Nolan says before I can answer.

  I just smile and nod as he shakes my hand. “Arya Hendrix. I mean Arya Cline. Still getting used to that, I guess.”

  Arya Cline. I kind of like the sound of that…

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nolan’s body flex and tighten like he’s going to rip our hands apart in a jealous rage. I spare my date and let go of Mr. Brown’s hand before Nolan lunges forward.

  “I wasn’t aware that any of the Cline brothers were married,” he says as he turns back to Nolan with a calculating stare. “That’s a nice surprise.”

  Nolan grabs my thick waist and yanks me toward him. “She was a nice surprise. A very nice surprise indeed.”

  The heat between my legs begins to throb again with his firm hand gripping me so hard that I almost let out a whimper.

  “Family is so important,” Mr. Brown says with an approving nod. “Conservative family values is what has made me my fortune. Believing in God and staying away from the temptations of the flesh. I always worried about trusting four bachelors with my investments, but I feel much better knowing that you’re a family man, like me. Will you be having any children?”

  “As soon as I can put a baby into her, I will,” he says, watching me with a passionate stare that makes goosebumps rise all over my skin. I can’t tell if he’s saying it for Mr. Brown or for me…

  “Very good,” he says with a nod. “Enjoy the party and please donate generously to help the turtles. They do need our help.”

  Nolan and Mr. Brown shake hands again and he leaves to go welcome some more guests. The people are starting to swarm into the lobby of the building and everyone is dressed in their finest dresses, jewelry, and tuxedos. I feel like I just stepped onto the set of a Cinderella remake, and Nolan is making me feel like I have the starring role.

  We hold hands as we walk into the enormous hall that’s beautifully decorated with flowers and little turtle figurines on the tables. I’ll have to steal one of those cuties at the end of the night…

  People are chatting in circles as waiters and waitresses wind around them with trays of appetizers and champagne. You know you feel out of place when you probably have more in common with the serving staff than the party guests.

  “What’s this?” I ask as I pull Nolan over to a long table with all kinds of cool shit on it. There’s even an old red sports car parked at the end that people are bidding on.

  “A silent auction,” he says as I look at the sign asking us to bid on a trip to Hawaii for two.

  “I’ve always wanted to go to Maui,” I say with a heavy breath. “It looks so gorgeous.”

  “If I win it, will you go with me?”

  “To Maui?”

  I’m expecting him to be kidding, but he’s not. “Um, yeah!”

  Nolan grabs a paper off the table and quickly fills it out. I nearly gasp when I see the amount he bids for it. $250,000.

  He must really like turtles. Or Maui. Or, maybe he just really wants to see me in a bikini.

  “A quarter of a million dollars?” I ask as he folds up the paper and stuffs it into the box. “Seriously?”

  He just shrugs as he grabs my hand again. “You wanted to go and my wife gets what she wants.”

  Oh, my God…. This man… I think he could do anything he wanted to me and I wouldn’t stop him. How come I didn’t stop him in the limo?

  I can still feel his hand down there… I’m getting so hot and damp. I feel like there’s a fire between my legs as I remember how he touched me.

  He brings me to the bar and we order drinks. He’s drinking a scotch, neat, and I feel like a kid with my big pink fruity drink with the huge pineapple slice on it. It looks ridiculous but it tastes really good.

  “So, that was the guy? Mr. Brown?”

  He nods. “He invests a lot of money with us.”

  “He doesn’t seem to approve of your lifestyle too much.”

  “Yeah, well, Mr. Brown is very conservative. I bought him shares in an upcoming fashion magazine and he made me sell them when he found out that they had a model in a bikini on the cover. He thinks sex is the devil’s work.”

  We chat for a bit and I’m happy to say that he’s opening up. He’s not all one word grunts like he was when we were texting on the phone and at the beginning of the night. He’s actually very smart and interesting.

  By the end of my second fruity drink, I’m developing a serious crush on Mr. Nolan Cline.

  “You’ve never been to a concert?” I say, staring at him in shock.

  He just shakes his head. “Never.”

  “How is that possible? I know you can afford it!”

  He sighs as he thinks about it. “I’ve been working a lot over the past decade. I never got around to it.”

  “You never got around to it?” I say with a laugh. “Nolan, it’s a concert, not a dentist cleaning. Come on!”

  He laughs and the sound makes my heart constrict. He has a gorgeous smile when he brings it out, which I can tell is a rare occurrence. I like being the one to tease it out of him.

  “I’m going to take you to a concert,” I tell him with a grin. “A loud one and we’re going to get flat beer and soggy hot dogs and it’s going to be crowded and sweaty and ear-piercing and awesome.”

  He stands up a little straighter, eyeing me with a curious stare. “So, does that mean we’re going to go out again?”

  “Oh, I didn’t mean to assume—”

  “I would love to go to a concert with you.”

  My mouth stretches into a wide embarrassing grin, and even though I’m trying, I can’t seem to close it.

  We walk around the room and spot a large box for donations with some volunteers from the turtle habitat standing around, showing pictures and answering questions.

  “I do love turtles,” I say as I drag Nolan over. “They’re so cute. Did you know that they cross the ocean? Isn’t that amazing?”

  Nolan is so patient with me as he lets me talk to the volunteer and ask a million questions. His hand is on the small of my back, feeling so natural, so at home, so perfect. I look up at him and he’s watching me with a territorial gaze, his eyes full of… adoration? Love? I don’t know, but I like it…

  I suddenly realize that I don’t want this to be a job. I don’t want to be paid to be here. I want this to be a real date. I’m here because I want to be now.

  “What are you doing?” Nolan asks when I pull out the cheque.

  I close my eyes and swallow the saliva in my mouth. “Do you have a pen?” I ask the volunteer.

  She hands me one and I quickly sign my name on the back.

  “Arya, what are you doing?” Nolan repeats as I hand the pen back and fold the cheque in two.

  I take a deep breath and drop the cheque into the donation box. It’s more money than I’ve ever had in my life and now it’s gone.

  Stupid fucking turtles…

  He takes my hand and squeezes it to get my attention. “Why did you do that? That was your money.�
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  “I didn’t want it for this.”

  “I don’t understand…”

  I take a deep breath and then look into his eyes. “I don’t want to be paid to be here anymore.”

  “You want to go home?”

  I quickly shake my head. “No. I’m having fun. I want this to be a…”

  “Real date?”

  I nod.

  He wraps his big muscular arms around me and kisses me hard on the lips. My legs go weak as his tongue thrusts into my mouth, stealing my breath as I fall deeper in love with him.

  “All right,” he says when he pulls away. The whole room is spinning. I’m glad he’s holding me tightly. “It’s a date. A real date.”

  I can’t help but smile, even when he kisses me again.

  Chapter Five

  Arya

  The dinner is the best food I’ve had since I left my parents’ house last year. I can’t stop moaning with every bite.

  Nolan is watching me with hungry eyes and he doesn’t even look away when the lady next to him asks him what he does.

  “Real estate investor,” he tells her, although it looks like he’s talking to me.

  After that, the six other people pretty much ignore us and talk amongst themselves. It’s clear to everyone that we’re in our own little bubble, lost to the rest of the world.

  I like it here in this bubble. It feels safe and secure and it’s exhilarating to be so close to a dominant man like Nolan.

  When the main meal is finished, I excuse myself from the table to go to the bathroom.

  While I’m inside, I text Nolan’s sister Brooke a huge thank you.

  ARYA

  Don’t be mad but I’m totally in love with your brother.

  BROOKE

  Yes! I knew you two would hit it off!

  ARYA

  How is he still single???

  BROOKE

  LOL! Hopefully he won’t be anymore…