by Katie Ford
Dane nods. “Are you in school?”
I gulp and nod. “Yeah. I go to Tate. I’m a journalism major.” Telling Dane about myself, even in little tidbits like this, feels good. I know there’s no way a man like him really cares about my life, but it’s been a long time since anyone asked me about myself.
“Tate is a good school,” Dane muses. “Are you thirsty?”
Before I can reply, Dane leans forward and opens a small cabinet. Inside is a bottle of Dom Perignon on ice and two crystal champagne flutes. I can’t help but giggle as Dane opens the bottle and pours a healthy splash of champagne into each glass. Allie Carter, drinking champagne with the CEO of Lockdown? What would my father say?
“To new friends,” Dane said as he hands me my flute. My hands are shaking as we clink glasses. When I drink, the champagne tastes like liquid honey on my tongue.
“To new friends,” I echo softly.
Dane smiles as he tops off my glass. All the stress and unhappiness from my bad day are melting away as I sip at my champagne. It’s crazy, but things seem to have gone from bad to unbelievably good in just a matter of moments.
“So, did you always know that you wanted to be a journalist?” Dane looks at me with penetrating blue eyes.
I shake my head. “No. In fact, to be honest, I’m still not sure what I want to do. I’m only a junior, so I’ve got a year and a half left, but it’s all going so fast.”
Dane nods wisely. “I didn’t go to a four-year school. I went to night school, but things were a lot different back then.” He raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. “I bet things have changed a lot in the last twenty years.” His comment catches me off guard and for a moment, all I can do is blink. This gorgeous creature put himself through school? And just how old is he, anyway?
“If you’re wondering, I’m ancient,” Dane says archly. “A far cry from your classmates, I’m sure.”
“A welcome change,” I say honestly. “I’ve always gotten on better with people who are older than me.”
Dane smiles briefly, then sighs. “My building is a long way from the Tate campus,” he says. “What were you doing in my part of the city?”
His question makes me smile. Of course, his part of the city. Like he’s so rich that he owns an entire borough. But my smile fades when I realize that I’m probably not far off from the truth. Dane is clearly mega-rich. He can probably do anything he wants any time he wants. Maybe he only offered me a ride because he was bored.
“I was just taking a walk,” I lie.
Dane snorts. “I’m sure,” he says smoothly. “Allie, you can trust me. It’s okay.” He leans closer and a wave of deliciously musky cologne washes over me. We’re inches apart and I can feel my breath coming in little pants. I’ve never been this close to someone so gorgeous before and my heart is thudding in my chest. What is he doing? Why is he so interested in me?
Oh my gosh, is he going to kiss me?
The frantic, aroused thoughts keep running through my head as Dane puts his arm around my shoulders. He strokes the back of my neck with his thumb and I have to bite my lip to keep from gasping as pleasure shoots through my whole body. Everything in me is yearning to be closer to Dane, to press my lips to his and wrap my arms around his neck for a passionate kiss. “Not going to tell me, are we?” Dane growls in a low whisper.
I shake my head quickly. “No,” I say softly. Dane brings me closer. His muscular arm pulls me across the backseat with ease, as if I weigh no more than a feather. My hip collides with his body and I can feel that beneath his suit, his body is as muscled and tense as a champion racehorse.
“That’s a damn shame,” Dane says. “I like you, Allie.”
God, just the way he’s saying my name is making me wet. “But you don’t know me,” I whisper. I swallow nervously and toss my head. “And I’m not sure you’d like me if you did.”
Dane’s gaze is flinty and hard. “I doubt that,” he growls. Then, he cups my chin with his free hand and brings my mouth to his. For a moment, I’m too shocked to move. Then I feel Dane’s warm tongue slipping between my lips and I moan softly into his mouth. Arousal explodes in my lower belly as Dane puts his hands on my shoulders and brings me closer. He tastes like champagne and I’m becoming drunk on his kisses. With every passing second, I can feel myself loosening and warming to Dane. My whole body is trembling in anticipation of where he’ll touch me next.
“God,” Dane growls into my neck as we pull away. “I want you, Allie.” His blue eyes lock on mine. I shudder as he leans close and presses his forehead to mine.
“Do you want me, too?”
Chapter Four
Dane
Allie stares at me. Her big brown eyes are as wide as saucers and her pale cheeks are flushed with two pink circles.
“Dane, I—”
Without waiting for the rest of her reply, I grab her and pull her close. Allie swoons in my arms and kisses me eagerly, shoving her tongue inside my mouth and wriggling it around. Her kisses are sloppy and inexperienced – and they’re some of the best I’ve ever had. My cock is rock hard in my pants and it’s throbbing for Allie. God, I want to fuck her so bad. I can hardly believe that this curvy goddess is in my lap, kissing me like she’s never been kissed before. She wraps her soft arms around my neck and presses her big tits against my chest, moaning softly every time I nibble on her lower lip. She wants me, too. Allie’s a little vixen in my arms. She climbs on my lap as the Town Car crawls to a stop and straddles me, eagerly rolling her hips on top of my erection like a pro stripper. It feels so fucking good that I can hardly breathe, but I’m not going to let her take me so fast like this. No, a girl like Allie has to be a virgin. And if I’m going to fuck her, I’m going to make her wait for it. I want her to be begging me. God, I’m getting ahead of myself. But her body is so sweet, so good, that I can’t help but taste more.
“Oh, Dane,” Allie moans as I break our kiss. I nuzzle her neck and push her jaw up to expose her collarbone. Her white shirt is wrinkled and loose in the front and I can see her gigantic tits heaving with every breath she takes. With eager hands, I pull open the material and bury my face in her cleavage. Allie shrieks with pleasure as I bite one of her breasts. I slide my hand inside of her bra and rub my thumb over her erect nipple.
Allie moans and shakes. She writhes in my lap, rubbing her soft bottom all over my cock. I can feel that I’m dangerously close to the edge and I don’t want to blow my load so soon. With a grunt, I push Allie off me and onto her back. She moans as I climb on top of her, spreading her legs with one of my muscular thighs. The tight skirt she’s got on rides up to her thighs and I can see the dark part of her pantyhose. Beneath her tights, her legs are creamy and pale and I shudder with lust as I imagine crawling between her thighs and sucking her clit.
“You’re delicious,” I grunt in Allie’s ear as I rub my thigh against her crotch. Her skirt rides up even further until it’s bunched around her thick waist. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as Allie lying on the back seat. Her face is flushed and damp with perspiration, and her chest is heaving with every breath she takes.
I crawl on top of Allie’s round thighs and straddle her, pinning her down to the seat. As I bend over her lips and press my mouth to hers, Allie wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close. The friction of my cock rubbing against the inside of my trousers is almost too much to take.
Allie’s soft body is warm and inviting and I want nothing more than to rip her hose and panties away and plunge deep inside her waiting pussy.
“Dane,” Allie moans. She arches her back, pushing her breasts against me. Her brown curls have tumbled free of their loose bun and I tangle my hand in her hair. Yanking her head back, I look deep into her brown eyes.
“I want you,” I growl. “Are you game, sweetheart?”
Allie flushes hotly. When she doesn’t answer me, I bury my face in her neck and lick from her earlobe to her collarbone. Allie shivers underneath me and puts her hands on my shoulders
.
“Yes,” Allie whispers throatily. “Oh god, Dane. Yes!”
I don’t need to be told a second time. With lightning speed, I push Allie’s legs apart and reach for the waistband of her hose. I lock eyes with her as I yank them down her curvy thighs. Just as I’m about to rip the material free from her body, the Town Car screeches to a halt.
“Eek!” Allie shrieks as she flies from the seat to the floor. She lands in an undignified tangle of limbs, blushing furiously as she tries to right herself.
“Shit!” I grunt. “What the hell!” Stretching forward, I rap my fist on the solid barrier between me and the front seat.
“Sorry, sir!” Hanson’s muffled cry comes in response.
Rolling my eyes, I turn my attention back to Allie. She’s fixed the bow in her blouse and tugged her wrinkled skirt down her hips. Even in a state of disarray, she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“Sorry about that,” I say with a low chuckle. My cock is still stiff as a rod, and I can feel the arousal pumping through my veins. In fact, now I want Allie more than ever.
But the girl has different ideas. Blushing furiously, she yanks her hose up her legs. Her nail snags the soft material and Allie curses softly under her breath.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I soothe. “Calm down – Hanson’s normally a great driver.” But when Allie’s velvety brown eyes meet my own, I can see that she’s panicked.
“I really shouldn’t have said yes,” Allie gasps under her breath. Before I can stop her, she pushes past me and wrenches open the door. Fortunately, the car is stopped.
“Hey!” I exclaim. “What are you doing? Don’t leave,” I continue. “My driver can drop you off at home.”
Allie shakes her head. Her brown curls have tumbled completely free of their loose bun and they’re hanging around her shoulders in honeyed spirals. Her eyes are huge as she bites her lip and stares at me. “I can’t!” Allie says breathlessly. “I’m sorry!”
Before I can stop her, Allie pushes past me and launches herself out of the limo. She stumbles to her feet and gives me one last frantic look before running into an alley and disappearing from sight.
“Hanson!” I yell as I make a fist and pound on the divider once again. “Follow that girl!”
“Yes, sir!” Hanson replies crisply.
The Town Car shoots forward and I keep my eyes glued to the window as we drive around the block in search of Allie. “Come on, come on,” I mutter under my breath. It seems that we’re crawling – Manhattan rush hour traffic really is the worst. Why would she run off like that? I don’t get it. We were having such a good time together, and despite her inexperience I could tell that she’d wanted me as much as I’d wanted her. God, I still want her desperately.
And now that she’s gone, there’s literally a physical pain from her absence. Her luscious curves, those big brown eyes…and the way she moaned my name when I kissed her neck. The things I could do to a girl like that. Leaning back against the seat, I lick my lips at the thought of Allie’s sweet pussy and the generous nectar between her legs. Fuck. I could smell her cunt while we were making out, and want to taste it so bad.
So why in the world did she run off?
“Hanson, keep going,” I say sourly. I can feel myself becoming desperate and obsessed. It’s ridiculous. I’m Dane fucking Andersen. I could go out and get the world’s most expensive hooker if I wanted to. Hell, I could even pay her double. But she wouldn’t have Allie’s shy brown eyes, and I bet she’d be too skinny to have dynamite curves.
“Sir?” Hanson’s voice sounds over the intercom, interrupting my delicious thoughts.
“What?” I bark. “Keep going!”
“Sir, I don’t think we’ll find her,” Hanson says. “She ran in the direction of Broadway, and there’s a bad wreck. I won’t be able to proceed.”
Hope dies in my chest and I groan. “Fine,” I say in a wooden voice. “Take me home then.” Silently, my driver pulls the limo around and we begin inching our way back to my condo.
When I first acquired the Lockdown building, I was still living outside of the city in a large mansion that I’d purchased from a champion breeder of standard poodles. But commuting every day had been a slog. So, after a few months, I’d purchased a penthouse condo for myself in Manhattan. I’d intended to only spend a little time there during the busiest of weeks, but now that I’m working such long hours, it really does feel like home. Hanson pulls into the underground garage and parks the Town Car by the elevator. As I climb out of the backseat, I hold my briefcase in front of my crotch to hide my growing erection.
“Will there be anything else, sir?”
“No,” I say gruffly. “Be here at six-thirty tomorrow morning. I’ll go to the gym before I go into the office.”
“Very good, sir,” Hanson replies.
Turning on my heel, I stalk into the elevator and jam my fingers against the button for the twenty-first floor. The elevator zooms upward, carrying me and my lonely self all the way home.
My condo is dark and quiet when I let myself inside. “Honey, I’m home,” I call sarcastically into the empty space. My voice seems to echo off the walls as I drop my briefcase onto the carpet and kick off my Armani loafers. I’m exhausted. It’s only a little after six, but I feel like I’ve been awake for an eternity. My head aches and my joints are stiff, but worst of all my cock is throbbing for attention. I groan as I recall the delicious sensation of Allie’s generous thighs sliding around on my lap. I clear my throat and walk into the master suite bathroom. Turning the water on as hot as it will go, I shed my clothes and get under the warm spray.
The glass walls of my shower fog almost instantly and I sigh, enjoying the anonymous sensation of being blanketed in steam. As soon as I’m soaked, my hand goes to my cock. It’s been a long time since I jerked off in the shower, but right now I have a feeling that draining my seed is the only thing that will help me relax.
I close my eyes and think of Allie. Her warm brown eyes, her soft brunette curls. God, I bet she’s a fantastic lay. My hand strokes up and down my shaft as I think about Allie naked and spread-eagled on my bed. I want her to be quivering for me – I want her to be so wet that she leaves a puddle of pussy-juice behind when she moves. It doesn’t take long for me to reach climax and I grunt loudly as cum spews from the tip of my erection.
I groan and shake, enjoying the feeling of being totally drained. Something about orgasming always relaxes me, even now. Seconds later, Allie’s sweet young face pops back into my mind. I know it’s wrong. I’m a dirty old man, fantasizing about a sweet young thing who still has that new-car smell. My cock stiffens once again and I groan with pleasure as I wrap my hand around the shaft and begin to pump.
Allie. Allie Carter. As I come explosively for the second time, I pretend that I’m shooting my load deep into her pussy. My second orgasm feels even better than the first and I brace myself against the wall of the shower as powerful pleasure shakes me to the core. Goddamn. I don’t know what it is about this girl, but I know that I’ve got to find her.
Or else I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.
Chapter Five
Allie
My heart is racing by the time I skitter down the subway stairs on the corner of Lafayette and Houston. The station is crowded with tons of different people – commuters and school kids and old people with their grocery carts – but I’m glad for the crowd.
This way I can lose myself and I know that Dane won’t be chasing after me. I still can’t believe I did what I did! It was so naughty, so slutty to just throw myself at that gorgeous rich man and act like I knew what I was doing. Heck, before Dane, I’ve only been kissed once…and it was years ago when I was in fifth grade. There’s no way a man like Dane would want anything to do with a girl like me if he knew who I really was. I know now that I acted like an idiot, but at the time it was just so flattering. I’m not used to talking about my life with anyone, except my best friend Mara. But it’s not because
I don’t want to share things about myself.
It’s because no one asks. The train whooshes into the station with a gust of stale air and I wrinkle my nose as I push my way onto the car. There are only a few seats left and I can tell without trying that I wouldn’t fit into either, so I grab a pole and stand. The train swerves wildly to the right and I nearly fall. I glance down and glare at my shoes. Stupid heels. By now, my feet are throbbing and covered in blisters. I still can’t believe I ran over two blocks – it’s been years since I did so much as jog.
Should have just let Dane take you home, I think to myself. As tempting as that thought is, I know I should just forget him. He’s a gorgeous billionaire and I’m a naïve little nobody. Why the heck would he want anything to do with me?
By the time the train reaches the end of the line, I’m a mess. My head is killing me and I want nothing more than to go home to a long hot bath and a giant bowl of fettuccine alfredo. It’s dark when I emerge onto the platform.
After dialing for an Uber, I wait impatiently. Thoughts of Dane are filling my head and I can’t seem to make them stop. I’ve never seen such a gorgeous man. Those blue eyes, those cheekbones…and that killer smile. God, he even has beautiful teeth! I can still feel his hot kisses trailing down my neck.
