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that have been swimming in my head since yesterday.
    The elevator to my right dings, followed by the doors sliding open, and I quickly usher Kayla inside.
    Classical music plays in the car, though it does nothing to calm the storm raging in me.
    Kayla looks up at me, apprehension clouding her features. I take a step toward her after pushing the button for the top floor. She bites down on her lip. I swallow hard. Another step. My eyes drink her in. She backs into a corner. I stalk her like she's my prey. Christ, I fucking want her.
    "Nicholas?" she whispers, eyes wide.
    I shake my head slowly. No . Not this time. There's another name I need right now.
    She gulps as I re ach her. "D-Daddy?" Her voice is so small, so vulnerable, so fucking sweet .
    "That's the one," I murmur and dip down to nuzzle her soft cheek. While my left hand slides back to cup her ass, my right hand ghosts across her stomach, up her tits, over her chest, until I hold her jaw in a firm grip. "Fuck, you smell good, baby girl." I breathe her in, and her sweet scent works to calm me down, if only marginally. "I've been aching to touch you."
    She whimpers and fists my shirt.
    "Do you want Daddy to touch you?" I ask softly, nipping at her earlobe. "So much to get lost in." My voice has lowered to a whisper. "This ass," I hiss and palm her ass roughly.
    She moans.
    "Daddy wants to fuck you, little girl." For emphasis, I pull her closer so she can feel my cock against her stomach.
    "But," she breathes out.
    I shake my head just as the elevator comes to a stop. "No buts. You're mine now, Kayla." Taking a step back, I regard her face. "If that’s what you want."
    "You know I do." Her chest heaves, lust evident in her eyes. "But what about…?"
    "Don’t worry about it—I'm taking care of it." Grabbing her hand, I guide her out of the elevator, and then we walk briskly down the hall. Anybody could be leaving their rooms at any point, but I don’t give a flying fuck. There's a small nook between two rooms where an ice machine is, and that’s where I press Kayla up against a wall. There's no waiting. No hesitation. I crash my mouth to hers and swallow her gasp.
    Tilting my head, I kiss her deeply as I reach down and grab o nto the backs of her thighs. "Fuck, baby," I groan as she hitches both legs around my hips instinctively. In response, I grind my cock against her pussy.
    She giggles breathlessly, a sound that makes me shudder in pleasure. I notice it in her movements, in her expression, and in her sounds; she's slipping into character, though that particular word rings w rong. It's not a damn character. It's who she is. And I'm…
    " Daddy ." That giggle will be the death of me. "There's something hard poking me in my tummy."
    I freeze.
    Breathing heavily, I stare into her eyes, my own eyes hooded and ready to devour, and it's like my mind resets.
    "I want this," I whisper.
    She smiles. "So do I."
    I nod , thinking about the things we need to discuss before we take this any further. "Then, let's do it right."
    She's confused, I can tell, but she won't be for long. I need her to know she can trust me, that I will take care of her properly, and that she can depend on me. I can't be that person right here. Not in a hotel corridor, and not with a wedding reception going on fifteen floors below.
    Reluctantly, I lower her to her feet. "Come home with me," I request and kiss her softly. Amanda may have a key to my place, but she's occupied. Plus, I can always make sure the chain lock is in place. She won't be able to enter then, that’s for sure. And as soon as I've changed the locks completely, there won't be an issue. "Let me take care of you, Kayla."
    Her smile is tender. "I want that . But —" that smile morphs into something salacious and mischievous "—I need to take care of you, too." Deft little fingers work my belt and pants. I'm once again frozen in place. "Pretty please, Daddy?" She bats her lashes and sinks to the floor, at the same time pushing down my