smile.

“Good. I’m afraid I won’t sleep without you close to me.” I shiver.

He releases my hand to stroke my cheek. “I’ll sleep better close to you too. It reassures me you’re safe.”

I take a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll go get ready for bed.” I ease away from him and stand, fidgeting.

He reaches for my hand once more, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll use the hall bathroom and meet you there in a few.”

“’K.” I step back until our hands disconnect, then I flee. I don’t look back as I rush through my bedroom and into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I’m a mess. I need my little. She would calm me, even more than his touch. But he’s not ready to see me fully in my little persona, and I’m not willing to share anyway. I’d never be able to relax. If this goes on very long, I’m going to have withdrawal symptoms. Ugh.

I quickly brush my teeth and change into a soft pink tank top and cotton shorts. They’re white with bunnies on them. Babyish, but I think that ship has sailed. He won’t judge me.

I climb into bed and burrow deep with Jessie, surprised to find myself drifting off even before I feel the bed dip next to me. I’m half asleep, but I exhale deeply after Colt joins me.

Chapter 10

Colton

I’m in over my head. I’ve known this since the moment I laid eyes on Evelyn Dean. The woman has me wrapped around her finger. Both the woman and the little that she’s barely permitted me to glimpse.

She’s scared. I don’t blame her. I hate that I’m the reason she can’t be herself in her own home. I wish I could do something to alleviate her nervous tension. But it’s out of my hands. Maybe after Friday night she’ll feel more comfortable around me. After I’ve seen her fully in her little space at the club. After I’ve watched her scene with another man.

I cringe at the thought, which is not fair. She can do whatever she wants. I don’t own her. Not even close. I couldn’t if I wanted to. Nor could I ever give her what she deserves and needs. I’m not cut out to be a Daddy. I can get over the shock and play the role she needs, but full-time? Not a chance.

She’s adorable all curled up next to me in her bed. I’m kind of surprised she fell asleep so easily, but the last several hours have been difficult. I’m sure she’s exhausted.

She’s left the bathroom light on again. I wonder if that’s something she always does or if it’s because of the threat or because I’m here. In any case, I can see her clearly, and I can’t stop watching her as she settles deeper into sleep.

Finally, she sighs heavily and rolls fully toward me. It’s completely subconscious on her part, but I lift my arm above her head, making it easier for her to burrow into my side. Her head rests perfectly in the crook of my arm, and I set my palm on her hip.

The covers have fallen down to her thighs, so I have a view of far too much of her now. The tiny pink tank top she’s wearing hides nothing. Her breast is high and pert. Not very large, but perfect. Her nipple is a hard point that I’m itching to stroke—either with my fingers or my lips.

I swallow as my gaze roams down to her small cotton shorts and then smile. They suit her. Her little anyway. I wonder what else her wardrobe consists of. I only got a glimpse inside her closet earlier. I’d like to see more.

I stroke her hip with my fingers and she snuggles closer.

Yeah. I’m in trouble with a capital T.

When my gaze wanders back to her amazing tit and that hard little nub, I force myself to stop staring at her. I jerk my gaze to the ceiling and take deep breaths. I need to find the asshole who’s trafficking women and fast. The longer I’m guarding Eve, the harder it’s going to be to extricate myself from her life.

Already it feels too late, and that’s not acceptable. I wasn’t kidding when I told her why I don’t have relationships. It’s not fair to date anyone seriously since I never know when I might get called away at a moment’s notice. Hell, sometimes it’s even more complicated than that. Sometimes I end up in women’s beds during a case. I would never be able to do that if I were in a relationship.

I groan inside. There’s no reason to ponder this. It’s not going to happen. Eve made it clear she isn’t looking for someone either. She likes her life compartmentalized like it is. I can see why. It would be very difficult for her to combine the parts. Perhaps impossible.

I suspect she likes to spend time at home in her little space, and I’m cramping her style. If she doesn’t have sex with the Daddies who discipline her but she does like to have sex with other men… Good grief. What a mess.

It takes me forever to fall asleep, and I’m once again stunned to awaken in the same manner as yesterday. Eve is sitting next to me, coffee in hand. Dressed to kill at the office. Her adult is fully in place. Makeup. Hair in a bun. Jewelry. Navy blouse today. Black skirt. I bet I’ll choke when I see her heels.

I push to sitting and accept the coffee. “Thank you. I have no idea how I keep sleeping so late. It’s embarrassing.”

She smiles. “I bet you lie awake half the night before dozing off. It’s no wonder.”

I flinch. “Do I keep you awake?”

She shakes her head. “Not at all. I was out like a light last night. The night before too after you joined me. I never noticed anything. I’m just speculating that a man with a job like yours probably has trouble

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