I can’t believe how excited I feel as I lead Kylie into the living room. I leave her there to go get the bags from the car, and I have to pause a second outside.

I never feel this way about women. I’ve never cared about what they feel before so long as they want me to fuck them. I’ve gone through so many one-night stands in my life that it’s hard to even keep track of them all at this point.

But it’s different with Kylie. Normally all I’d be thinking about is how I’m going to taste that tight little pussy of hers, how I’m going to press her up against the wall and fuck her tight cunt until she screams. But along with all that, I’m thinking about taking care of her, making sure she’s comfortable, and giving her gifts.

It’s strange. It’s not something I ever thought I’d want to feel, but it’s actually exciting. It feels good to want someone that way, to actually want them entirely, not just her body.

It would be better for me if she were just a one-night stand. Elliot is going to find any means necessary to destroy me, and he won’t hesitate to use Kylie against me. The fact that she’s only nineteen might look bad to some people that don’t understand this relationship. A man like my father might disapprove, and I can’t even guess how my mother will react. Their opinions don’t matter, but they do, because I need them to get the company.

In the end, I’m embracing this. I walk into the living room and place the bags down in front of Kylie, who laughs.

“Seriously?” she asks.

“I told you I was going to spoil you.”

“This is too much.” She opens one bag and takes out a box. “Seriously, I can’t afford shops like this.”

“You can’t, but I can.”

“We can’t even pretend like I’ll pay you back one day if I take all this.”

I shrug. “So don’t pay me back.”

She looks at me, frowning. “Listen, I need to say something.”

“So say it.” I sit down, crossing my legs ankle over knee.

“If we’re going to do this, I need to be able to pay you back one day. Okay? There have to be some rules.”

“Okay,” I say.

“No crazy presents.”

“Consider these a loan, then.”

“Loan?”

“You’ll borrow them.” I gesture at the bags. “You can wear it, but you can’t keep it.”

“That could work,” she says softly, eyeing the box, before looking back at me. “I can leave whenever I want, right?”

I laugh. “Of course you can. I’ll give you a number you can call to have my driver bring you back to town.”

“I have no phone,” she says, frowning.

“That small bag on the left,” I point. “New phone.” She gives me a look and I laugh. “Consider that a loan, too.”

She surveys the bags and then looks back at me. “Okay,” she says. “Where do I start?”

I smile at her, heartbeat quickening in my chest, and point at a black box. “That one.”

She picks it up and sits down on the couch. She unwraps the ribbon and opens the box, pulling out a beautiful black dress. She looks at me, an eye raised. “It’s gorgeous,” she says.

“Try it on,” I answer.

“What about these other boxes?”

“We’ll get to those,” I say, leaning toward her. “Try that on first.”

A small smile crosses her lips and I know she’s as excited as I am. “Okay,” she says, and stands. She walks into the kitchen and stands behind the counter, draping the dress over a stool.

I watch as she takes off her clothes. The counter blocks most of her body, but I can see her beautiful full breasts covered by a small black bra. She blushes slightly when she meets my gaze and covers herself a little bit, but she doesn’t stop. She picks up the dress and steps into it, pulling it up over her hips. When she’s done, she walks over toward me.

“Zip?” she asks.

I stand and walk over to her. I pull the zipper up then take a step back and admire her.

She’s blushing while she does a little spin. She looks absolutely fucking perfect. The dress is black and sleek, hugging her breasts and hips, ending a few inches above the knee. The front is cut low enough to give a hint of her breasts, but doesn’t show too much.

When she finishes turning, she cocks her head, smiling and embarrassed. “What do you think?”

“I think you look perfect,” I say, stepping toward her.

“What else is in these boxes?” she asks quickly, stepping away.

I grin but don’t pursue her. If she wants to play dress up, I sure as fuck won’t stop her. “How about this one next?” I ask, picking up another box.

And so I watch as she tries on three more dresses. One is formal and two are casual, and she looks fucking amazing in each of them. Each time I want to rip the fabric from her body and take her right there, but she’s dancing away from me, pushing the tension forward, heightening the experience. I can’t tell if she’s doing it on purpose, but I suspect she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

And I like it, I really like it. I love that she’s playing this game, pushing back against me, and not just giving in to what I want. It makes the chase so much better, and when I finally have her, everything will be that much more intense.

We go through a few more bags. There are shoes, more gloves, scarves, and hats, and a more formal jacket. There’s a necklace and matching earrings, which she tries on with a gleeful laugh, and mentally I make a note to tell Judy how well she did.

Finally, I pick up a red box with a pink bow on it. The box isn’t large enough to hold a dress, but it’s not small and it’s beautifully wrapped.

“Try this one,” I say.

“What is it?” she asks, taking it from me.

“I’m not sure.”

She unties the bow and gingerly pulls open the box. She looks inside and turns beet red, biting her lip. I look into the box and a big grin breaks across my face.

Inside is a lingerie set, black and lacy. There are stockings, straps connecting to the black panties, and a sexy black bra. I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Well?” I ask. “Try it on.”

She pauses. “I don’t know.”

“Go ahead,” I say softly. “Try it on for me.”

I don’t know if she’s as swept up in the game as I am or what, but she doesn’t argue anymore. She carries the box back to the kitchen and slips out of the dress she’s wearing. When she’s in her bra and panties, she looks at me, biting her lip, but I don’t look away.

She puts on the panties and stockings first, which I can’t see. I watch as she bends over, pulling the stockings up, and slides the panties on. Finally, she straps the stockings to the panties. When she’s done, she glances at me before turning her back and removing her bra.

I watch the beautiful, graceful lines of her back as she half turns, one arm covering her full breasts, and picks up the bra. She turns back and slides it over her body, putting it on. When she’s finished, she steps out from behind the island and looks at me, blushing madly.

“What do you think?” she asks.

My heart is beating so hard in my chest that I can barely hear her. I walk toward her and this time she doesn’t move away. I stop inches away from her and slide my fingers up her thighs, stopping to pull at the straps.

“Perfect,” I say.

“You like it?”

“You look fucking perfect.” I slide my fingers up her body and she shivers as I gently graze her breasts. I stop, one hand tangled in her hair, the other dropping back to her waist.

She gasps as I tip her head back and kiss her neck. She groans slightly as I kiss her breasts. My other hand moves around to cup her ass. She stands up on her tippy toes, her whole body taut and tense, as I move slowly back up toward her lips.

When I kiss her, I can feel her whole body tense and shiver. It’s like a wave of pleasure comes through her. I’m rock hard and barely able to contain myself, but there’s only one thing I want in this moment.

I press her back up against the island, kissing her furiously. The hand that was on her ass moves up her body, cups her breasts, before sliding back down the front of her.

She gasps slightly as my hand slides down the front of her panties. She’s smooth and perfect as I find her little pussy. I smile when I feel her soaking wet spot and gently begin to work her clit in slow circles.

“Shit,” she gasps when I move away from her lips to kiss her neck. “Carson. Was this your plan the whole time?”

“Of course,” I whisper. “I’ve been thinking about you wearing this lingerie since the moment we met.”

She smiles. “I bet you have.”

“But you don’t know what I want.”

“I don’t?”

“No. What have I been saying since the start?”

“You want to spoil me,” she whispers.

“That’s right. I want to spoil you.” My fingers slide inside of her and she gasps. She’s tight and wet, soaking and ready, but I don’t want to fuck her. Not right now, not yet at least. “What do you want?” I ask her.

“I don’t know,” she moans, my fingers sliding in and out of her tight pussy.

“Then I’ll show you.” I slide my fingers out then grab her hips with both hands and lift her up onto the kitchen island. She stares at me, legs spread wide.