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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Epilogue

  The Virgin’s Guardian

  Fiona Davenport

  Contents

  The Virgin’s Guardian

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Epilogue

  Also by Fiona Davenport

  About the Author

  The Virgin’s Guardian

  One night.

  One tiny lie.

  It all comes back to bite me in the ass when my mysterious stranger shows up as my new guardian.

  Chapter 1

  Felicity

  “C’mon, Felicity. You always say you’re going to come with us, but you never actually do it.”

  Of course I didn’t sneak out with Carrie to meet her friends. I only had a few months to go until I aged out of the foster system, and I didn’t want to do anything to rock the boat. Carrie wasn’t able to understand my fear since she didn’t have to worry about getting kicked out. My foster parents were her real parents—something I hadn’t had since I was ten and mine had died in a car crash. They’d both been only children of older parents, and they’d left home when their families had wanted them to get an abortion instead of having me way too young. With my parents gone, there had been nobody to take me in.

  After being bounced around to a few different foster homes—a couple of which were decent, but one that wasn’t—I’d come to live with Carrie’s family when I was thirteen. Ever since then, I’d been on my best behavior, knowing that the safety I’d found there could be ripped from me at any moment.

  “Felicity!” Carrie snapped, stomping her foot. “Are you even listening to me?”

  “Yes,” I lied.

  “Then get up, get dressed, and put some make-up on.”

  “Carrie,” I groaned, burying my head in my pillow.

  “I don’t want to hear it,” she snapped. “My parents are going to be out super late tonight. They just left for dinner in downtown Seattle, and they’re going to a late show with friends afterwards. You don’t have any excuse not to come with me. They’ll never even know we were gone.”

  I rolled over and looked up at her. She was probably right. Ever since she’d turned eighteen a month ago, they’d been a lot more lenient. Plus, the last time they’d done dinner and a show with friends, they hadn’t made it home until after two o’clock in the morning. I’d been feeling a bit restless lately, so I decided to take the risk since it seemed minimal. “Fine. I’ll go.”

  “And you’ll let me pick out an outfit for you?” She blinked down at me with puppy-dog eyes.

  If I was going to break the rules, I’d might as well do it looking my best. “Sure. Why not?”

  It was a decision I came to regret an hour and a half later as I tugged the bottom of my dress while also trying to prevent my boobs from popping out of the top. “I cannot believe you talked me into wearing this dress.”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “It worked, didn’t it? We look hot enough that they let us walk right in without asking for I.D.”

  “Yeah,” I sighed, already wishing I’d just stayed home instead. I felt horribly out of place, even surrounded by Carrie and her friends. There were a lot more men than women in the bar, and everyone else looked like they belonged there. Even if we’d been twenty-one, we still would have been the youngest people there. Not that it stopped guys from sending us drinks. They were starting to pile up in on the table in front of me as I sipped at a diet soft drink.

  “Then stop complaining and enjoy yourself,” she told me before she focused her attention back on her friends.

  Their conversation drifted around me while I let my gaze sweep across the room. I wasn’t paying much attention to what I was seeing until I noticed a guy staring at me. An insanely hot guy with hair so dark it looked almost black and eyes to match. Eyes that were heated and locked on my face.

  “Holy shit,” I breathed out. He was too far away to hear me, but his lips tilted up in humor as if he had. The dark scruff on his face didn’t hide the smile.

  I quickly looked away, unsure of how to react. Boys hit on me at school, but I’d never been tempted to do anything beyond innocent flirting. But this was no boy—he was all man. And just knowing he was watching me had me hot and bothered. I took a sip of my drink before I peeked up again and found him still staring at me. He was dressed in a three-piece suit that looked like it had been designed for his body. It probably cost twenty times more than the dress I was wearing. One that I’d had to borrow from Carrie.

  I might have been young, but I wasn’t dumb. I knew he was way out of my league. So, I gave him a little shake of my head, dragged my gaze away from him, and leaned over to whisper in Carrie’s ear. “I’m not feeling very well. I’m heading to the bathroom, and then I’m going to grab an Uber home.”

  Her lack of empathy—and barely-there response—reminded me that although we’d lived under the same roof for more than four years, we weren’t sisters. We were hardly even friends. If we had been, she would have insisted on coming with me, and I wouldn’t have been alone when I walked out of the bathroom and right into a hard chest. Strong arms wrapped around me, and they didn’t let go once I was steady on my feet again. I knew who they belonged to before I looked up.

  “You can let go of me now,” I whispered.

  “I could,” he agreed, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “But I’m not going to.”

  “That’s going to be awkward since I’m ready to leave.”

  “Not awkward at all,” he corrected. “It sounds like impeccable timing to me since I don’t have anything keeping me here.”

  He didn’t give me the opportunity to argue as he turned to lead me towards the front door. His arm slid down until his hand rested on my lower back.

  “Alrighty then.”

  He chuckled and pulled me closer, completely unimpressed with my grumbling. When we stepped outside, he handed a ticket to the valet. The hundred dollar bill I saw tucked under it had me gasping. If I’d been the least bit unsure about how far outside my league this guy was, that would have convinced me. It would take me several babysitting gigs to make that much money.

  “Do you need them to pull your car around, too?” he asked.

  I lifted my cell out of my purse and wiggled it. “No, I was going to Uber home.”

  “Who brought you?” Those dark eyes of his flashed as he studied me.

  My connection with Carrie was complicated, so I stuck with the simplest explanation. “One of the girls I was sitting with.”

  The valet pulled up in a black, two-door car. I didn’t recognize the make or model, but it looked like something out of a movie. He left it running at the curb and opened the passenger side door.

  “Oh, I’m not—” I started to explain.

  A strong hand urged me forward as a deep voice whispered in my ear, “I’m more than happy to save you the hassle of waiting for an Uber.”

  “But—”

  “You never know who’s going to be behind the wheel of the car they send.”

  I swiveled on
my heel, one hand on the frame of his car and the other on his chest. “I don’t know you, either.”

  “Fuck. You’re right,” he groaned, digging into his suit jacket for his wallet. He flipped it open and pulled out his driver’s license. “Here. Snap a picture of this and send it to your friend.”

  I did as he suggested, but I stopped short of actually sending the message. He’d calmed some of my fears by making the offer, and I didn’t want to answer all the questions Carrie would have for me if she knew I’d left with a guy. Peering more closely at his ID, I noticed the date of birth. He wasn’t just a guy; he was a thirty-seven-year-old man.

  “Harrison Brooks, huh?” I asked once we were both settled in the car, and he was pulling away from the curb. “The name fits the car.”

  “You think so? I guess I’ll take that as a compliment since I’m more than fond of my Vanquish.” He quirked a dark eyebrow at me. “What about your name? Does it fit all the beauty that’s you?”

  “Pardon me?”

  His husky laughter filled the car, but it felt nice. Not like he was making fun of me. “Your name, honey.”

  “Felicity.”

  “Felicity,” he repeated, and my name had never sounded so good. “Perfect.”

  “Thanks,” I whispered softly, my cheeks filling with heat.

  “Which way am I headed?”

  “Umm, hold on,” I stammered. I didn’t have my driver’s license and wasn’t familiar with the route Carrie had taken. As I was pulling my phone back out to pull up directions, my stomach growled. Loudly.

  “Hitting the bar when you haven’t eaten is never a good idea.” He slowed the car and shot me another look. “Neither is leaving by yourself. You need to be more careful.”

  “I don’t usually go to bars.” The last thing I wanted to admit to him was how old I really was, so I didn’t bother mentioning the reason. “And I did eat dinner, just not a lot of it.”

  His gaze swept downwards, lingering on my bare thighs below the short hemline of my dress. “It better not be because you’re on a diet. You don’t need it.”

  “Not a diet. Just not my favorite dinner.” My foster mom made something I pretty much hated, so I’d barely eaten.

  “Let me feed you before I drop you off.”

  “No, really. That’s not necessary.” My stomach growled again, contradicting my words so I tried a different tactic. “You won’t be able to find a restaurant open this late at night, and I can’t picture you driving this car through a fast food drive-through.”

  He changed directions, doing a quick U-turn. “Challenge accepted, honey. I can have a hot meal in front of you in less than fifteen minutes.”

  Chapter 2

  Felicity

  He drove fast, but with enough confidence that I felt safe in the passenger seat. I was so focused on watching him drive, that I didn’t notice where he was taking me. Fifteen minutes later, I was surprised to see him pull into a gated drive.

  “Where are we?” I asked as he pushed a button on the visor and the doors swung open to allow us through.

  “My home.”

  The two-story, sprawling, stone structure looked more like a small hotel than a house. “The home goes with the name and the car, too. But—”

  He reached for my hand and swept his thumb back and forth across my palm. “There’s nothing to be scared about, Felicity. I’m not going to try anything except what I promised—a hot meal so I don’t spend the night wondering if you went to bed hungry.”

  Being bounced around foster homes had made me a fairly good judge of people, and I found myself trusting him. So, I let him help me out of his car and lead me into his home. I tried not to gawk too much as I followed him towards the back of the house and into the kitchen. When he pulled out a stool at the island counter, I sat on it and stared at him as he yanked off his suit jacket and vest, rolling up his sleeves. He looked less imposing that way. Younger. A little more approachable. But no less hot than I’d thought him to be when I’d spotted him in the bar.

  He twisted his wrist and checked his watch. “I only have about eight minutes left. Luckily for me, the chef was here this afternoon and stocked the fridge up for the week.”

  I shouldn’t have been shocked by his casual mention of a chef, considering his house and car, but I was. Then he opened one of the doors on his stainless-steel refrigerator, and my jaw practically fell to the floor. It was jam packed with what seemed like an endless supply of clear containers filled with every food imaginable.

  “Do you have any food allergies?”

  “Nope.”

  “What’s your favorite—chicken, steak, pork, or seafood?”

  “Steak. Definitely steak.”

  He pulled two containers out, popped the lids off, and placed them in the stainless-steel microwave. After setting the timer to six minutes, he rested his forearms against the counter while he faced me.

  I wrinkled my nose. “Won’t nuking the steak ruin it?”

  “Probably.” He reached out and ran a finger down my nose, smoothing out the skin. “But it has a convection oven setting, and that’s what I’m using.”

  “Fancy,” I laughed.

  “I like having the best.” He eyed me up and down, and I had a feeling he included me in that assessment. It made me feel like a fraud because there was no way he’d think that about me if he knew I was a seventeen-year-old foster kid. I took a deep breath to settle my nerves as he reached up to grab two wine glasses and set them on the counter. “Red okay with you?”

  “Could I have a water or diet soda instead? I’m not much of a drinker.”

  “Of course!” He flashed me a blinding smile. “If you’re not big on bars and don’t like to drink, what brought you out tonight?”

  “My friend talked me into it.”

  He set a tall glass filled with ice and a can of soda in front of me. “You didn’t look like you were having much fun with your friends.”

  “They’re more her friends than mine,” I admitted softly. I tilted my head and offered him a small smile. “You were watching me closely enough to notice I wasn’t having a good time?”

  “From the moment you walked in the door.”

  “Wow.” It slipped out before I could stop it, and my cheeks filled with heat. I was saved by the chime of the timer and shook my head to try to clear it when he turned away to pull the containers out of the oven. I moaned when I took my first bite; the food tasted better than any other meal that I’d eaten before. “Double wow.”

  “Told you I could do better than fast food.”

  “Way better.”

  He watched me while I ate, those dark eyes following each time my fork moved from my plate to my mouth. When I finished what he’d served me, he pushed his half-eaten plate my way.

  “I couldn’t.”

  “You can,” he insisted, taking my fork from my hand and feeding me himself.

  “I’m stuffed,” I sighed after another ten bites and a gulp of my soda to wash it all down.

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah.” Even though I was full, I was tempted to say no because having him feed me was incredibly sexy. I’d turned down the wine and hadn’t had anything at the bar, but I still felt drunk. Which meant I had nothing to blame for what I did next except for the chemistry sizzling between us. Leaning forward, I craned my neck and kissed Harrison’s cheek. “Thank you for taking such good care of me tonight.”

  The fork clattered when he dropped it on the plate. Then his strong hands gently cradled my cheeks as he returned my kiss with one of his own—only it wasn’t the soft peck I’d given him. He captured my lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with mine when I gasped in surprise.

  “Fuck,” he groaned when he broke the kiss. “I shouldn’t be doing this. You’re so goddamn young.”

  If only he knew exactly how young, he’d run in the opposite direction. I didn’t want that to happen, so I kept my mouth shut and let him assume I was at least old enough to get into
the bar legally. I had enough serious stuff barreling my way in the real world soon; I didn’t want anything to pop the bubble I was in with him in that moment.

  So, I didn’t let it. Instead, I reached up and gripped his head to pull him down for another kiss. This time when he tore his mouth away from mine, it wasn’t to tell me why we shouldn’t be doing this. It was to lift me into his arms and carry me out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into a large bedroom. He tossed me onto my back and crashed down on top of me. His warm fingers crept up my thigh, traced over the side of my panties at my hip, and worked their way under the material of the dress that was bunched up around my waist.

  “So fucking soft,” he murmured in my ear, licking around it and making me shudder.

  I tugged on his shirt, determined to have the chance to touch him too. He let me drag it over his head, and I groaned when I saw all those ridges. I wanted to trace each and every one of them with my tongue. “Oh, my. You have abs for days.”

  “And I bet your tits are absolutely perfect.” He shoved my dress even higher. I should have been embarrassed since nobody had ever seen my naked body except for me, but I was too turned on to be shy.

  “Ohmigosh,” I moaned when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. I felt each tug of his lips deep in my core. My legs slid together restlessly, as I tried to ease the unfamiliar ache between them.

  “Fuck, honey. I need more. I want your taste in my mouth.” His hands slid down to my thighs and squeezed. I parted them, my drenched panties the only thing between my drenched pussy and his hungry gaze. They didn’t last long, though, before he ripped them from my body. Then his head bent low and his tongue swiped between my pussy lips, stroking upwards to circle my clit.