Dangerous Daddy

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “Kevin, and you?”

  “I’m sorry to interrupt,” Stacy said as she pulled me away from Kevin. “Cassandra wants to make sure the food is perfect before it is brought out to the tables. I told her you were already doing that.”

  “Perfect. Thanks.”

  “Um, how’s it going with mister mc-hot-pants?” Stacy said with Kevin only a few feet away.

  “I don’t know, you interrupted us,” I teased her.

  “Sorry, just wanted you to know what I said to Cassandra. Get back in there, and don’t do anything Elaina wouldn’t do,” Stacy said with a wink.

  I wasn’t exactly sure what she was implying, but I didn’t intend to do anything but dance with this guy. He was way out of my league, and guys like him didn’t go for girls like me anyways. Kevin seemed like the type of guy who dated celebrities and other California elite women, not the assistant choreographer to a dance company who slept in a one-room apartment and fought off rodents in the hallway of her apartment complex.

  “Sorry about that,” I said as I turned back to Kevin. “Should we continue?”

  “Absolutely,” he replied as the corner of his smile tweaked up just slightly higher on one side.

  His hand slid behind me and gently pressed against my lower back as he took the lead. This was the part of the evening that I hadn’t planned for at all. Under no circumstances did I think I’d be dancing with one of the donors, and I had absolutely no idea what to say or do. I really wished Elaina was there to take my place, although it did feel damn good to have Kevin’s hands on my body.

  My right hand slid up his chest and found a spot to rest awkwardly on his right shoulder while my left hand barely held onto his hand. I felt like a middle school kid who was at her first dance and had no idea what I was doing.

  Luckily, Kevin seemed to know his way around a dance floor very well. He took me in his arms and adjusted my grip so I was a little more comfortable as he moved us from one side of the dance floor to the other. My one semester of ballroom dancing was paying off as I followed his lead and moved in step with him the best I could.

  “So is this your first time at our fundraiser?” I asked although I already knew the answer to this question as well.

  “No.”

  “Oh, so you like ballet?”

  “Not really.”

  “Wait, what?” I asked as I stopped dancing. “You don’t like ballet, but you are donating to it. That doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. Are you always this flaky?” I said with a laugh.

  I instantly regretted my words when I realized what I had said to him. I literally just called one of our biggest donors a flake. This wasn’t at all what I was supposed to be doing while I was dancing with him.

  He pulled me back into our dance position and practically forced me back onto the dance floor. His arms were firm and demanding of me, but I went willingly with him. Having his hands on my body was the closest to dating a guy like him I was ever going to get. I was happy to relish every second of our time together.

  “I don’t love the ballet, but I can find enjoyment in it at times,” he leaned in close to my ear and whispered to me.

  My heart pounded with excitement. He hadn’t said anything particularly vulgar, yet the slow, low tone of his voice made me think he had some sort of sexual ideas for me. I shook it off, though. Obviously, it was just the outfit; he didn’t know me. There was no way this guy was attracted to me, but it was fun to have him flirting with me, no matter what the reasons.

  I hadn’t been flirted with by a guy this handsome ever before, and I was prepared to take full advantage of my time with him. If Elaina had been dancing with Kevin, she surely would have been flirting and teasing this guy. So I did my best Elaina impression.

  “Oh, you can find enjoyment?” I teased with a burst of flirtation that I didn’t even know I had.

  “Yes, like right now. Dancing with you. This is giving me a lot of pleasure.”

  His hands pulled me closer, and I made the mistake of gazing into his crystal blue eyes. He was smiling down at me like he knew his words were going to have an effect on me. He’d probably said something similar to a dozen women before, and they’d all had the same reaction to him.

  My body warmed at his words and the intent gaze he had toward me. Kevin clearly had some naughty thoughts going on, I could practically see them in the smirk on his face. He was filled with lust, lust for me; I couldn’t believe it.

  “So do you plan on making a donation tonight?” I asked as I tried to gain control of the conversation and pull it out of the gutter where he seemed to be dragging us.

  “Of course. How much would you like me to give?” he asked with a playful smile.

  “I don’t know. How much do you normally give?”

  “Well now, tonight’s not a normal night. I’d like to make it a special night,” he said and leaned his head close to my ear. “Come home with me.”

  My whole body froze at his words. What the heck was he doing? He’d only danced with me for a couple of minutes, and he was prepared to bring me home. I was not ready for a guy like him. No way. No how; I wasn’t going home with this guy.

  Elaina was the kind of girl who could have a fun one night fling, not me. I hadn’t even been dating. My hands froze as I tried to figure out what to say to him. He didn’t seem thrown off at all by my trepidation though as he continued to lead me around the dance floor. I felt him hold onto me even tighter as he anticipated my answer to his request.

  “I don’t think so,” I said with a laugh.

  I didn’t pull away from him though, and I certainly wasn’t going to slap him for his advance. It was flattering that he wanted to bring me home. I’d never been asked by a guy so quickly, but then again, I’d never had my breast pressed up to my chin while I was dancing before either.

  “One night of fun. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that. I want to take that mask off of you. I want to feel my lips on your body. Come home with me, and I’ll donate any amount you’d like me to.”

  “How about we just dance for right now,” I said without giving him a firm answer this time.

  My body was raging with desire. His hands had electrified me, and as much as I wanted to continue to deny him, I wasn’t sure I could. The fire that was building up inside of me was so strong that my center dripped with desire for him. One night with this guy might just be amazing. It didn’t have to be anything more than a night. I could have fun and pleasure and then just leave in the morning. Certainly, guys did that sort of thing all the time, why couldn’t I? Hell, Elaina always talked about how I was being too serious about dating and needed to just have fun. Maybe I would go home with this guy?

  “Have you been dancing long?” he asked as we continued to dance.

  He seemed to sense that I wasn’t prepared for the sexual attraction going on between the two of us. His tone of voice quickly turned to a soft, more natural conversation, and we continued dancing to the music. It was a huge relief to just be able to talk for a minute and not have to think about what going home with a guy like him might mean.

  “I started dancing when I was barely able to walk.” I laughed. “Sometimes I think I’m better at dancing than actually moving through this world.”

  “I know what you mean.”

  “Really?”

  “Professionally, I’m competent and the top in my field. But outside of the office, I feel lost and unsure of what to do with myself. I think it might be similar to what you’re saying.”

  “I find it hard to believe you aren’t confident outside of the office,” I said and looked down at how he was holding my body against his.

  He smiled but didn’t respond to me. Instead, he dramatically dipped me down as the music came to an end. I grabbed hold of his neck for fear he was going to drop me, but his arms had a firm grip on me, and there was no way he was letting me go.

  In such a brief conversation, I already felt he had opened up a tiny bit of his vulnerability to me. I
was comfortable with him. Nervous because of the way he looked at me and the lust in his eyes but comfortable with his arms around me. The combination was new and electric; I wasn’t sure I could say no to his offer.

  “Come sit with me for dinner. Is that allowed?”

  “Sure,” I said as I remembered telling the dancers that they could spend the whole evening out socializing with the donors.

  Kevin pulled the chair out that was next to him, and I sat down. The servers had already delivered the salads, and I wrestled with whether I should take my masquerade mask off or not. I didn’t want to lose the mystery that was surrounding me, but I also worried I looked a bit ridiculous sitting at the table in my full costume. I looked around the room to see what the other dancers were doing, but none of them were sitting with the guests, though.

  “Um, I think I better go,” I said as I looked toward the back of the room where all the other dancers had gathered.

  “Stay,” he said and grabbed my hand as I stood up.

  “I can’t. Thank you for the dance. Have a wonderful evening.”

  I pulled my hand away from him and was about to walk away when he stood up right in front of me, preventing me from leaving. His breathing was quick, and he held onto my shoulders to keep me there with him. Kevin’s touch was firm but gentle, and I couldn’t resist staying there in front of him. I stood still, waiting for what he was going to say and was totally shocked by what I heard.

  “Hmmmm,” he let out a low groan as I stood there. “I need to have you.”

  My body pulsed with desire as his animal passion toward me was undeniable. I wanted to say no; I truly didn’t want to be that girl who went home with a guy she barely knew. I wasn’t sure I could handle a one-night stand. I had zero experience with that sort of thing. On the other hand, I’d never felt this sort of instant attraction to a man, and whatever it was, I wanted more of it. I needed more of it. My body pulsed with an energy and attraction that I didn’t want to deny.

  “Come here,” I said and grabbed his hand and pulled him behind the curtain.

  I was going to say something; I’m just not sure what I was going to say because the second we got behind the stage curtain, Kevin took over. He pressed me into a dark corner and let out another low groan as his lips moved to mine.

  I welcomed his body as it pressed against me, and I let out my own moan of desire. His hands explored all the amazing curves that my costume had accentuated. The passion between the two of us wasn’t about to be tamed, and I certainly couldn’t describe it. I’d never felt it before. I hadn’t even imagined feeling this drawn to a man. I knew as our lips touched that I wasn’t going to let this guy go that night. I was going home with him.

  My arms wrapped around his neck as he moved his lips down my chest and took in my breasts with a continued groan of pleasure with each kiss. The pressure of his mouth on my body urged me to want more and more from him.

  “Mmmmm, I need you,” he said in a low, passionate voice. “Come home with me.”

  “I can’t,” I moaned before I could stop myself. “We have the event.”

  “Yes you can,” he replied without looking up from my breasts.

  I could go home with him; there was no denying I could make that decision. But the party was still going on. Cassandra could be looking for me. Stacy could need me to help with something. There were too many responsibilities for me to just run off with this man that I hardly knew. I was responsible. I took work seriously. I definitely wasn’t the type of person who just dropped everything and ran off with a strange man.

  Suddenly, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up as my legs wrapped around him. The force of his body held me against the wall, and he pressed my arms up into the air. I let out my own moan as I felt the hardness in his pants press against my body. Kevin clearly did want me. His body was so hard I couldn’t believe it. I held on tight to him and felt the throbbing of my body as it longed to go home with him.

  My breath felt out of my control as I tried to calm my excitement for this guy. I took in a deep breath as he looked at me with the eyes of a man who was going to get what he wanted. The determination in his gaze was undeniable. I didn’t have the power to resist a man who I wanted this badly, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to resist. Maybe, just this one time, I’d give in to my primal urges and have an evening of fun with this delicious man.

  “Go give your donation check, and I’ll go home with you,” I finally whimpered.

  He didn’t move, though. Instead, his mouth grabbed my neck, and he sucked on me hard while his hips pressed against my body. I leaned my head to the side and gave him full access to my neck so he could explore and taste me as much as he wanted.

  “Yes,” I moaned out without being able to stop myself.

  I wanted him. My body pulsated for him. There was no way I was denying this another second. I reached down and grabbed his body, and it surprised him enough that he lost his grip on me and let me stand back on the ground. My hand stroked up and down his amazingly perfect member, and I felt how weak he was for me. This wasn’t just some act of his; he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. Some weird chemistry was electric between the two of us, and neither of us was going to give in until we had each other that night.

  “I’ll send my check in. Let’s just go,” he said as he took in a deep breath.

  “Nope, you need to go give your check to Cassandra,” I teased as I looked up at him, his throbbing body still in my hand.

  Never in my whole life had I felt in control with a man like I did at that moment. I wasn’t the aggressor in sexual situations, I was the meek, shy girl who made love in only traditional positions. I didn’t grab my man. I certainly didn’t grab the member of a man I didn’t know. But I sort of knew this guy, I knew who he was from the girls talking about him before. I knew he was hot, and I knew he donated money to the ballet because of his sister. And for that night, I didn’t need to know any more than that.

  “I’m going to go give my donation; don’t go anywhere,” he said as he pulled his shirt out of his pants to hide the obvious bulge.

  “I’ll be right here,” I said with a smile as he went back through the curtain.

  I hurried to the back room to grab my purse and stuffed a pair of leggings and tank top in there from my gym bag. I sent a quick text message to Stacy to tell her I was going home with Kevin and not to worry. This was crazy. I felt like a crazy woman for even thinking about doing this, but I wasn’t turning back now. I ran back to the curtain and waited for Kevin to return.

  “Done. Let’s go,” he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him toward the back door of the building.

  “Where are we going?” I laughed. “The parking lot is out front.”

  “My driver is coming to get us here.”

  “Your driver?” I laughed at the reality of the moment. I was going home with a guy who had a driver.

  We stood by the back door and waited for a minute. Kevin grabbed me and kissed me like he had known me for years. His touch was gentle and more familiar than I had expected, and I melted at his touch.

  “I want to give a big thank you to Kevin Fox and the Rider company,” I heard Cassandra’s voice say over the speaker. “He has just given us the biggest donation in the history of the San Francisco Ballet.”

  Kevin grabbed me and pulled me out the door to the waiting SUV before I could make a comment on his donation. I honestly didn’t care how much money he gave to the ballet; I was just making sure he gave his donation before I ran off with him. But the fact that he had given such a large donation was pretty impressive to me, and I took it as a sign of how eager he was to get out of there and back to his place.

  Chapter 4

  Kevin

  “Home,” I said to Tanner, my driver for the night. I’d used him on a couple of occasions and was comfortable enough to ignore the niceties and just give this beautiful young woman all my attention.

  “I’m probably going to get in trouble for leavin
g,” the young lady said as the SUV pulled around the building. “Maybe I should go tell my boss.”

  “I’ll make sure you don’t get in trouble. But only if you tell me your name,” I begged.

  “Jenna,” She laughed. “My name is Jenna.”

  “I can’t believe you said yes,” I whispered and leaned over to gently kiss her. It wasn’t that I couldn’t believe a pretty girl like her would go home with me, it was more that I couldn’t believe I’d only just met her and had blurted out such a request and somehow she was in my car coming home with me.

  “I suspect not many women say no to you.”

  “I don’t typically invite women who I’ve just met to come home with me,” I replied. I sensed the underlying disbelief in the tone of her voice. But I wasn’t a jerk, even when I did bring women home on the first night, it was after we had spent the evening on a nice date. But there was electricity between the two of us that I couldn’t ignore. My body longed to be naked with hers, and somehow I didn’t mind sounding ridiculous.

  The stories about me were greatly exaggerated, and I wasn’t nearly as much of a ladies’ man as people believed I was. Dating women and sleeping with them was not the same thing. I’d gone to many public events with starlets and models as a mutual business arrangement. The publicity helped my company as well as their careers. I certainly didn’t bring them all home with me, although I’d brought a fair share of beautiful women to my bed.

  This was different. The moment she looked at me and started dancing, I felt a pull toward this girl like I’d never felt before. Then when she took the initiative and asked me to dance with her, I lost it. Every last nerve in my body exploded with desire. She was confident and sexy as hell, and I had to have her. At first, I asked her to come home with me as a fluke, a way of letting her know just how much I desired her. The words came out of my mouth more like a longing than an actual question. Then somewhere between the dancing and the kissing behind the curtain, that desire had to become a reality. I needed this woman in my bed.

  Our kisses were gentler than they’d been at the charity event. I had her now. She’d agreed to come home with me. I wasn’t going to scare her off with the aggressive primal urges that my body was trying so hard to control.