All Chapters of Touch Me, Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LexieHis eyes became more drab, and his face became more stooped. He approached me to the point where I could hear his breath. The bright lights were obscured by his head, which was in the way. Although I was unable to hear the beat, I was still able to sense its presence. having a consistent rhythm or beat. My heart rate increased in sync with the growing intensity of my excitement. The moment his mouth came in contact with mine, I couldn't help but have negative thoughts. This was not the case at all. I'd never be forgiven by Samantha. But I was completely unable to process anything when his strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. I was so giddy with excitement when Ryder kissed me that I was completely unable to think clearly at the time. When he kissed me for real, his tongue used its devilishly skilled technique to split my lips open. My stomach was beginning to churn with desire, and the tops of my thighs began to feel damp. Even though my legs were shakin

LexieAt first, I was too overwhelmed to properly process what Ryder had been saying to me. It wasn't until I was back in the condo and in a secure environment that I recalled what he had said.Keep your distance from me, Lexie. Or I'll have to ship you off to Ohio, where it is more appropriate for you to be.Would he turn me around and send me back? I reached under the bed and pulled out my suitcase, then began jerkily unzipping it as feelings of embarrassment and rage began to course through my body. I wasn't going to give him control over my life and let him manipulate my circumstances based on his whims and fancies. When he was in a benevolent mood, he would walk this way; when he was in a malicious mood, he would walk that way.Alternately generous and vindictive in their behavior. I ripped Samantha's dress off of her and threw it over my head before putting on some jeans and a t-shirt. After that, I began removing the remaining items of my clothing from their hangers and hurling

LexieMy entire life had been spent adhering to the guidelines, but something about Ryder sparked a level of irresponsibility in me that I had been completely oblivious to before. Being in his presence was similar to taking a drug. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time because I knew he was playing the role of Hollywood's kingmaker while he was sitting behind that massive desk right behind me. Frequently, I had the impression that I could sense him keeping an eye on me, but whenever I had a valid excuse to turn my head to the side and steal a peek in his direction, I saw that he was looking elsewhere.Aside from the first morning, there was not a single moment that was just the two of us. When he was in need of something, he would contact Mina. He never stayed behind for lunch. I didn't know if he did that all the time or if it was a new habit he'd developed to avoid being left alone with me when Mina went to the cafeteria in the building where we were both working. I was there

LexieI didn't know why I was following Ryder. He had his fingers tightly around mine, and something in him seemed to have changed. When he pulled me close to him by the bed, he kissed me more gently. He'd stopped yelling at whatever force kept pulling us together, and he'd stopped trying to get rid of me from his life, his penthouse, and his bedroom. He touched my bare arms, which made me shiver.I knew I should tell him something, but I just couldn't do it. He might stop if I did. If he had known he would be my first. He might force himself to act morally by making it into something bigger than it was. But this was the right choice. I knew it in my bones, just like I knew that every boy I'd been close to before him wasn't right. Hadn't been enough.So I didn't say anything. Instead, I touched him. I took advantage of the fact that he was now calm and ran my hands over his thick muscles. Smoothed them over his chest muscles and his strong, corded shoulders. He took off the clasp on m

LexieDamian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-year-old just the night before, the age gap between us would have seemed much larger than it actually was. He was thirty-one years old. It appeared to be too young now. And he was entirely too serious. Every kind deed he performed brought back memories of Ryder's brusque manner. The contrast between h