Right now, I’m the only one in the room as I watch my Lolita behaving like a very bad girl.

“What?” Her voice sounds breathy as she looks around, my sketches falling out of her hands as she spins around, looking for the cameras.

She won’t find them. They’re in the paintings, but watching her horror at being caught makes my lips twitch.

“Are you a snoop? A bad girl who invades others’ property?” My voice is almost a whisper as I zoom in on her face. She’s so beautiful, it almost takes my breath away. She closes her eyes, then opens them as she unknowingly faces the camera.

“Yes.” Her voice cracks.

“Yes, what?” I adjust myself, because this fucking need I have for her seems to be growing, not dissipating. Like a man obsessed, I was in and out of court today and didn’t even go back to the office afterward. Instead, I had Rebecca fill me in on the way home.

I came in here to have Zack bring me up to speed on anything new. And I updated him to have all the guys keep eyes out for the paparazzi. After last night, and the pro football player, they tend to come around. And I just had a feeling that my girl would be snooping. I would… fuck, I’m doing it right now.

But she doesn’t need to know that, or that I have all her health records, grades, anything and everything. See, I knew I’d fuck her the second I heard her sassy mouth and saw her long legs as she leaned over my island. I knew she was on the pill, which is why I’m not wrapping up my dick. The virgin part was a surprise, though.

“Yes, Mr. Powers.” She licks her puffy lips and I grin, because I was gonna wait until later to fuck her, but plans change.

“And?” I growl, cutting the feed to my bedroom.

“I’m a bad girl…” Her voice catches at the end, and I feel like a fucking teenager as I leave the room.

Nodding at Zack, I say, “Be ready,” then hang up and walk across my yard, almost feeling her mind race. She wants to run, yet she has the same fucked-up craving. We both need each other to ease our aches. This need? That’s our fix.

My cock is her drug, same as her pussy is mine, and I’m starting to already think of how I’ll fuck her when Rachel comes back. When I open the back door, the house is silent. A faint smell of lemon and mint fills the room. I go straight up the stairs and swing my bedroom door open.

She sits on my bed, hands clutching my comforter on both sides in a death grip.

I walk in and pull off my belt, filling the room with a loud snap. She jumps.