Misadventures of the First Daughter (Misadventures Book 5)

by Meredith Wild

  When I think I might pass out, he pulls me off so I can suck in a frantic breath of precious air. But when I take him again, it’s almost sweeter than air. The desperate sounds breaking free from his lips feed my own desire. More, faster, harder, deeper… I’m buzzing and pulsing, so high on giving him pleasure that it’s sweeping through me like a wildfire.

  “Good girl. So close,” he rasps, pulling me off once more before shoving me back down onto his beautifully engorged cock.

  My knees hurt. My throat stings. I’ve never wanted someone’s orgasm more than my own. But I want his more than I want air…

  A second later he gives me both—desperately needed space to breathe and then his release, warm on my tongue. I moan again and tears fill my eyes. They trail down my cheeks as I suck and lick him clean. I don’t know why I’m crying. Pent-up frustration, relief, confusion…

  I don’t have a chance to think it through before he tucks himself away, unties my bonds, and lifts me into his arms. He lowers us onto the bed, hushing me as he wipes my cheeks.

  “You were perfect. Utterly perfect,” he whispers.

  Then his lips touch mine, and we’re lost in a hungry kiss. I savor every sweep of his tongue. The mix of his smoky taste and his come mingling on our tongues is so unexpectedly intimate.

  Desperate for my own relief, I shift my hips up to meet his. I’m so wet, I know my panties must be destroyed. When he slips his hand under my dress and into them, we share a groan.

  “Remember what I said? What do good girls get?”

  I buck my hips into his touch. “Good girls get to come hard.”

  “That’s right. They get rewarded, Charlotte. I can’t wait to see you come for me.”

  I nearly scream when he slips two fingers deep into me. Instead, I curl my fingers around his biceps, digging my nails into his shirt and the flesh beneath.

  The corner of his mouth lifts a fraction. “The rooms are soundproof. You don’t have to be quiet here.”

  When he deepens his penetration, his invitation is all I need to cry out. Like before, he sets the rhythm and I quickly fall into it. I feel like I’m being ripped apart with desire, and Zane is the only one who can keep me whole. I’m begging, pleading, and screaming his name like he’s the only god worth my prayers.

  “I need to… Zane… Oh, my God, I need to come. Please!”

  My erratic breathing and the wet sounds of his movements inside my hypersensitive tissues fill the air.

  He sucks at my neck, his voice warm at my ear. “I know you do, baby. And you’re going to. You’re right there, aren’t you?”

  He adds another finger to the effort and fucks me faster and harder until I’m coming apart at the seams.

  “Yes!” My throat is raw from being fucked savagely and screaming in ecstasy.

  “Look at me.”

  The demand in his tone sobers me enough to meet his stony gaze. I’m right there, but apparently still one more command away from coming. If sharing his taste on my tongue was intimate, this is more…

  “Please,” I beg.

  He nods.

  “Come for me like a good girl, Charlotte.”

  Permission.

  I start to slip when he shifts his angle to one that nudges my clit with every stroke. I open my mouth to scream but the sensation steals my voice, my breath, and all rational thought. I’m breaking apart into a thousand pieces under his touch. My vision goes black. I’m shaking as I go under. A thousand moments of frustration and anger and resentment go up in the flames of my orgasm.

  I need this…and I’ll only ever need more.

  As I come down, my eyelids flutter open, and it’s his intense stare that makes me whole again. In that moment, everything returns, like a phoenix made from all the flinty relics of time passed, black like the pupils of my gray-eyed lover.

  He slips from me but pushes up my dress until we can both see the mess we’ve made.

  “I think we’ve wrecked your panties,” he says solemnly.

  I laugh and am rewarded with a rare smile from Zane. It’s another wave of relief in the wake of my orgasm.

  Seemingly undeterred, he slides his fingertips through my soaked folds and teases my clit, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through me.

  He bites his lower lip. “How the hell am I supposed to let you leave this way?”

  Only then do I realize he’s hard again, and the only thing keeping him from me are his jeans.

  And Katherine.

  And the fact that he’s been hired to keep me safe, not fuck me raw.

  The warm haze of my orgasm has officially dissipated, because none of those things occurred to me when I was on my knees taking his cock like my mouth had no other purpose. Or when he was three knuckles deep inside me, sending me to the stars, to a beautiful place where reality didn’t matter.

  “I should get back to Katherine,” I say softly.

  He nods and makes a small sound of agreement. “You’re right.”

  He rolls off the bed without a word, pauses to adjust himself before he goes to the window, and closes the curtain to the now empty room. His heavy sigh echoes off the walls, and as I straighten my dress, I worry that he regrets all of this. I worry that maybe I should too.

  When he comes back to me his face is an unreadable mask. He helps me to my feet, tucks my hair behind my ear, and fixes the fallen straps of my dress.

  “I’m going to call Chester, and he’ll take you both home.”

  My chest tightens.

  “Don’t worry. He’s not going to rat you out,” he says, like he can read my mind.

  “How do you know?”

  “Because he never does, except to me. And he’s certainly not going to rat us both out. Even if he wanted to he wouldn’t. He owes me a couple favors.”

  I frown. “Like what?”

  “None of your business.”

  I huff and open my mouth to speak. Before any words come out, his hands are on my cheeks, his mouth covers mine, and our tongues are tangling again.

  Reality can fuck off because I’m addicted to this man’s taste, his touch… Hell, everything about him turns me inside out.

  But he pulls away before I can think about getting to his cock again.

  “Charlotte, listen to me. We're going to talk about all this. About us. But not tonight. For right now, I need you to do what I say.”

  The side of me that is hardwired to defy Zane wants to argue, but I decide to hold it back. “Okay.”

  His shoulders relax and some tension releases from the gorgeous planes of his face. “Thank you.”

  I nod, and he makes a quick call to Chester, letting him know our location. Then he takes my hand and leads us back into the club’s main area.

  After a few minutes, we spot Katherine and Demitri at one of the private seating areas. When we approach, she’s flush-faced but seated a safe distance from the man who only takes his eyes off her to acknowledge Zane.

  “Leaving so soon?” His accent is familiar, but I can’t quite place it. Eastern European, I think.

  Zane nods. “It’s time. Miss Harrison, let’s go.”

  Katherine doesn’t argue, but her hands are shaking as she grabs her purse.

  “Are you okay?”

  She doesn’t answer me, but Demitri rises beside us.

  “Let me show you out.”

  He rests his hand on the small of her back, and I swear the color rises full force in her cheeks as we make our way toward the exit. Katherine splits as soon as she sees the black car and Chester waiting beside it.

  But something keeps me planted on the other side of the threshold. I turn and Zane is there, his presence giving me the same safety and comfort it always has. But everything’s different now. I tangle my fingers into his shirt, and he holds me against him. We seek out each other’s mouths, but the kiss can’t last long.

  “Go, Charlotte.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  He kisses me harder, biting my lower lip before ripping away
. “Go,” he says more firmly. “I can’t go out there and have anyone see me with you off duty.”

  I sigh, but somehow I’m missing him, craving him all over again. What is he doing to me?

  He kisses me one last time and then presses his finger to my lips.

  I nod. I can’t tell a soul.

  Chapter Four

  Charlotte

  I make my shameful walk toward the car and Chester. His stance is typical, but for the first time in over a year, the kind smile I’m normally greeted with is absent. The rigid lines of his clenched jaw and tightly pursed lips are enough to send my stomach plummeting.

  I can handle my parent’s disappointment, but not Chester’s. He’s never once let me down, but tonight I’ve undoubtedly let him down. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to gain back his trust.

  Avoiding his gaze, I slide into the back of the car. My ass barely hits the leather seat before the door slams shut. Yep, he’s definitely pissed.

  Katherine is slumped forward in the seat beside me, her face buried in her perfectly manicured hands. “Oh, my God. We are so fucked!”

  Outside my window, Chester is talking on his cellphone. I assume he’s busy orchestrating a plan with Zane to get us out of this.

  “It’s going to be okay. Zane’s handling everything.”

  “What?” She drops her hands away from her face, revealing the thick black streaks of mascara that now stain her cheeks. “Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously think this isn’t going to get back to our parents? I bet he’s dying to bust us on this.”

  I’ve never seen her this out of sorts before. I suppose I am being abnormally calm, especially considering the amount of trouble we are both facing. But for some reason, I trust that Zane will come through on his promise.

  “No, he’s not. He promised me that he’d cover for us.”

  She squints her eyes. “How can you be sure?”

  “Just trust me, okay? Chester will get us back to your house, and no one will ever be the wiser. Tomorrow we can forget any of this ever happened.”

  Except it’s highly unlikely I will ever forget about this night. Not after the mind-blowing orgasm Zane just gave me.

  Katherine turns her body until she is completely facing me. Only then can I fully see the fear in her eyes.

  “Charlotte, if my dad finds out…”

  I reach over and take her trembling hand into mine. Katherine’s father is legendary for his aggressive temperament. He’s ruthless in the courtroom. It’s one of the main reasons my father appointed him as Attorney General. As hard as my parents are on me, I can’t imagine what her home life must be like.

  “He’s not going to find out.” I force a smile and give her hand a reassuring squeeze. “I promise.”

  Our talk abruptly ends when Chester opens the driver’s side door and situates himself behind the wheel. As we pull away from the curb, I settle back against the seat. Outside, the buildings of the city fade into a blur. When I close my eyes, my mind drifts back to the private room in the club. I touch my fingers against my lips and smile. I can still taste Zane’s release on my tongue.

  The warm satisfaction I feel blooms, fed by so much more than the orgasms we gave each other. Something about submitting to him on the cold hard floor of that club has forever changed me. The experience woke something inside of me—a hidden desire that I hadn’t known existed. Already I crave more, need more. Our time tonight had been cut short. Now I’m aching for him to fill me with his cock. I can’t think of a single thing I want more than to have him inside me.

  Stretching me.

  Claiming me.

  But will we ever have a chance to be alone that way again?

  After dropping Katherine off at her house, I find myself dreading the drive home. I keep thinking Chester’s going to lay into me at any second, but a heavy silence fills the car instead. The longer the silent treatment goes on, the more torturous it becomes. Unable to handle a second more of it, I lift my head to catch his stare in the rearview mirror. He frowns and shifts his eyes back to the road.

  “Go ahead. I know you’re dying to give me a lecture about all of this.”

  He lets out a heavy sigh. “It’s not my place nor my job to lecture you. But it is my job to protect you. What you did…” He pauses and then shakes his head. “I can’t keep you safe if you go and sneak off like that. You may not realize it, but you put a lot of things at risk tonight. My job included.”

  There’s a heavy pull in my chest as the guilt of what I’d done settles over me.

  “I’m sorry, Chester. I wasn’t thinking. The last thing I want is you losing your job over something stupid I did.”

  Chester eases the car over onto the shoulder of the road, places his arm across the seat, and turns around to face me. “Charley…”

  I’m so relieved to hear him call me by my nickname.

  “I’m much more upset at the idea of something happening to you than I ever would be about losing my job. Got it?”

  My heart warms at his words. I tilt my head and give him a shy smile. “So…does this mean you’re not going to say anything about tonight to my parents?”

  He furrows his brow. “What good could possibly come from me doing that?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe you’ll luck out and get reassigned so you wouldn’t have to deal with me anymore.”

  He lets out a soft chuckle. “Like it or not, you’re stuck with me, kid.”

  “Thank you, Chester…for everything.”

  My words hold much more meaning than he will ever realize. But the tender look he returns makes me wonder if maybe he already knows that.

  Chester gives me a wink. “Let’s get you home, Charley girl.”

  Come for me like a good girl, Charlotte.

  “Charlotte! Are you paying attention to me?”

  My mother’s voice snaps me out of my fantasy. Fucking hell. Even smoldering daydreams about Zane aren’t safe from her bitchy reach.

  “Yes, Mother. Of course, I’m listening.” I straighten in my seat and smile tightly. I’ve become a pro at placating her, especially over the past year.

  She glares a moment at me, then at her assistant, a young intern. Rebecca isn’t much older than me. I’m sure her dream internship position at the White House turned into a nightmare when she was assigned to my mother. I wouldn’t wish that job on anyone.

  “Do you have Charlotte’s weekend agenda prepared?”

  I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Why is she so insistent on having these schedule briefings with me? I never have any say in the high society luncheons, boring fundraiser speeches, and flamboyant charity events that fill my daily calendar. I’m expected to go to all of them without complaint.

  “Yes, Ms. Daley. I have it right here.” Rebecca fumbles through the leather binder in her hand.

  When she doesn’t produce the schedule quickly enough, my mother lets out a loud huff.

  “Today, Rebecca.”

  The poor girl is so nervous she nearly trips as she steps toward me. I give her a smile as I take the schedule from her shaking hand. I hate seeing her catch my mother’s wrath. Anyone who deals with her incessant demands on a daily basis deserves some sort of sainthood.

  At first glance, I’m shocked to see that my morning and afternoon are completely clear. A whole day off? That hasn’t happened in months. But as I turn the page to check my evening schedule, my stomach drops.

  “Wait a minute. We’re having dinner at the Christiansens’ tonight?”

  “They’re hosting your father’s law school alumni dinner, remember? We discussed this in detail last week.”

  Now I remember, but that had been before the incident at Nate’s penthouse. I don’t want to be anywhere near him now.

  “Do I really have to be there?”

  My mother grimaces as much as the collagen fillers in her face allow. “Of course you have to be there. This is an important dinner for your father. It would be extremely rude for you not to attend.
”

  “But—”

  “Will you give us a moment, Rebecca?”

  She keeps her eyes on me as Rebecca leaves us alone in the sitting room. I take a steeling breath and try to prepare myself for the verbal lashing I know is imminent. But my mother only smiles tightly and folds her hands over her crossed knee.

  “I’m not blind, Charlotte. I know you’ve had your eyes set on a certain young man for a while now.” The sweetness in her voice is a marked diversion from her usual snippiness toward me, and, well, everyone.

  My jaw drops a fraction. How can she possibly know how I feel about Zane? Have I been that obvious this past week?

  “I encourage you to pursue him. Your father and I think very highly of him.”

  I shake my head in disbelief. “What? Who are you talking about?”

  “Nate, of course. That’s why you’re nervous about going tonight. Am I right?”

  The sound of his name causes a wave of nausea to hit me. God, no.

  Just as I open my mouth to argue, a knock on the door interrupts us. Rebecca steps one foot inside the room, shielding the rest of her body behind the door.

  “I’m very sorry to interrupt, Ms. Daley, but the guests for your ladies brunch are beginning to arrive downstairs.”

  “Very well, I’ll be right down.”

  My mother waves Rebecca out of the room, stands, and smooths down the front of her crisp navy dress. Like a wrinkle would ever try to defy Victoria Daley. Every day she’s donning a new designer suit, always dressed to perfection.

  On her way past me, she stops and lifts a strand of my long blond hair. She drops it after a second. “For heaven’s sake, Charlotte, do something with your hair before dinner tonight. You’ll never hold Nate’s interest looking like this.”

  And with that, she leaves me alone.

  ZANE

  Dinner with the Christiansens?

  I scan tonight’s schedule with disgust. The last thing I want is Charlotte hanging around the piece of shit who tried to force himself on her, formal dinner or not. After what he pulled at the party the other night, he’s lucky I hadn’t broken more than his damn door.