7
Foxfire
We find a hotel in town. “Wait here.” Tank heads to the lobby. I stretch and drink the rest of my water.
My door opens, and Tank offers his hand. “Time to get out, baby,” he murmurs. His voice is all sexy deep. I want to wrap it around me like a blanket. I love that he calls me baby, almost as much as I love seeing the conflict in his eyes when I call him Daddy. It’s one part pure lust, one part shock, one part guilt.
“I have to make a call,” Tank says as he opens the lobby door for me. “You gonna be good and stay put?”
“For now.” I shoot him a sly grin. I go to flip my hair back and end up pulling a few stray pieces of grass out instead. “I want to clean up, anyway.”
He nods and leaves me be. I decide to go full force, taking a mini shower and then carefully combing my hai
