He knows. I step closer, and he backs up, hitting the door shut and pressing against it. I flick the lock and check that the rest of the stalls are empty.
“Ang—Lexi, what are you doing?” He frowns sternly.
“Angel? That’s what you were going to say, right?” I ask, running my hand teasingly down his chest. He captures it and squeezes, making me gasp in pain and pleasure, my pussy clenching from the power in his touch. Fuck, I can just imagine those hands clasping my hips like that, my breasts…my thighs.
His eyes are dark as he reads my intentions on my face. “You aren’t thinking clearly—”
“No, I am. Clearer than ever. I’m sick of pretending I don’t want you. I do, and we both know you want me too,” I retort, and then grin sweetly.
“Lex—” He sighs. “You are young enough to be my kid. Hell, you were dating my kid!” he snaps, but he pulls me close like he can’t help himself.
“So? Would it make you feel better if I call you Daddy while you fuck me?” I grin, and he groans, closing his eyes for a moment before they open and lock on me.
Oh, he liked that.
Pushing closer, I press up against his hard body and look up at him through my lashes. “Daddy, fuck me, right now. We both know you want to, so fuck the rules. I’m tired of being good when bad feels so much better.”
“Angel,” he grinds out, but then he doesn’t know what to say, so I step back, tug my hand free, and grab the bottom of my dress. I lift it up my thighs slightly, and his eyes track the movements, his hands balling into fists. “Stop.”
“Why?” I grin, shifting it higher and showing him that I’m bare underneath. Bare and wet. For him.
He snaps. He grabs my neck and forces me into the wall, pressing my face against it as he pushes against my back. His mouth brushes my ear as he holds me so easily in place. “You want to be a bad girl? Is that it, Angel?” he snarls as he trails his other hand up my thigh to meet my bare pussy. He cups it hard, possessively, and I grind into it. “You think you can flash me your pussy and tease me, and I won’t react? Such a bad little angel, yet I bet if I stuck my fingers in your pussy right now, you would ride them and scream, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I groan, pushing into his hand. “Please, Tyler.”
“Please what,” he whispers, biting my ear.
“Please, Daddy, fuck me!” I almost cry, desperation filling me. I didn’t come this far for him to walk away now. He spins me, and I instantly miss the pressure of his hand.
I pant as I stare at him. He’s fully dressed, and looks oh so dark and tempting. He watches me, running his gaze across my exposed skin. “Dress off, now.”
I swallow, and he narrows his eyes at my hesitation. “You want my cock? Dress off now, Angel.”
I do as I’m told. Wiggling my shoulders, I let the straps fall, exposing my breasts. He groans, his eyes locked on them as I grab the material at my hips and drag it down until it pools at my feet. Stepping free from the glittering fabric, wearing just my heels, I wait as he runs his eyes over me.
“I’ve been imagining you naked since the first moment I met you, but it’s nothing compared to the reality. You’re fucking stunning, Angel, too goddamn perfect, too clean for these old, filthy hands. But I don’t care. I tried to be good and let you walk away. Now you’re mine, and I’m going to have you in any goddamn way I want. Do you understand me?” he snarls, moving closer and clutching my chin harshly. “Say yes, Angel.”
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly, putty in his hands. Here, in the club bathrooms, he drops to his knees, and I wobble back as he grips my thighs. “Tyler—what—”
He looks up then, his dark eyes meeting mine. He’s so close to my pussy, I can almost feel his breath. “You didn’t think I was going to bend you over and be a quick fuck, did you? I’m not like the little boys you’re used to dating, Angel. You only get this cock when I’m ready. First, I have some fantasies to play out, including finding out how you taste and sound as you come on my tongue.”
He pushes