“I’m not married, Ms. Rose,” he replied in a serious manner, playing along with me.
I hummed, walking around the desk and pushing him down on the chair. He watched me silently when I wrapped his tie around my hand and pulled him closer. “Good,” I whispered. “Very good.”
“I’m here for your counsel,” he said, his eyes darkening with lust.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Tae,” I said, straddling him in the chair and cupping his cheek. He had shaved that morning, and I loved how delicious he smelled. I wanted to bury my nose in his neck. “I will take very good care of you. And your counseling.”
The bracelet he had gifted me shimmered in the sunlight as I leaned closer to kiss him. I hummed when he let me take the lead, claiming his lips in a soft kiss and savoring the warmth of his body.
“You’re driving me crazy, Princess,” he said between our kisses, his hands gliding down my back to squeeze my ass and pull me closer.
I gasped when I felt the hard boner poking right over my crotch, making me whimper in his mouth. He swallowed it with a growl before topping me from the bottom and taking over the kiss, which had started in gentle rhythm and soon turned full of heated passion.
“Sean,” I moaned when he slammed me down on his desk, pushing off all the papers and pens. They clattered to the ground—their sound muffled by the rug.
He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. “Call me Daddy, Princess,” he said, undoing his tie. “We are alone in my office. You’re my naughty little Princess in here.”
“Daddy,” I said, licking my lips and leaning up on the cold desk to unzip his pants. “I need you to fuck me.”
My eyes widened when he visibly got bigger, his bulge making me shiver.Jesus, what have I done?
Sean groaned and removed my hand from his pants. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I asked, yelping when he flipped me onto my stomach. He bent me over his desk and lowered my jeans in one swift move.
“You know I care for you, right, Princess?” He asked, his voice strained.
I nodded. “I know, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice on edge. “Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
37
PERVERT POLICE
SEAN
My fingers typed out the response for an e-mail, but my gaze kept averting to the beautiful distraction named Chelsea Rose.
It had been two weeks since she started working as an assistant, and after training her for a week, Paige had taken her pregnancy leave. Derek had gotten used to Chelsea sitting in my office, and so had the other staff.
But I wasn’t.
Every time I leaned back in my chair or looked at her, my heart skipped a beat and my cock twitched in my pants. I was not working properly, and it was my fault.
But she was so good at her job. Writing professional emails, handling panicked clients when we were in meetings, entertaining the kids of our clients, taking efficient notes during conference meetings, baking cookies for staff members on weekends and even tweaking our website. She had all the talent and more.
I had caught her crocheting a blanket for Paige’s baby, who wasn’t even born yet.
Not to mention teasing me with her cute girly tops and wearing skirts that made me go insane. They reached her thighs or knees, but I was her perverted sugar daddy who made her bend over on purpose to see her soaked panties.
“And these files were sent…Sean. Are you listening?” My eyes traveled from her perky tits to her face. She sighed, rolling her eyes. “You were staring at my chest, weren’t you?”
“Oopsie,” I said with a huge grin. Holding her dainty wrist—the one with a diamond bracelet—I pulled her over my lap. “I got caught by pervert police.”
Nuzzling her neck, I kissed her pulse, the sweet floral perfume making me harder. It was like she was a natural aphrodisiac for me. I was sexual, but I had never craved intimacy and sex with another person like I had with her. She was driving me insane.
“D-daddy.” A broken moan slipped out of her lips, her fingers feathering my hair as I pushed her shirt up to cup her tits in my hand. “I-I have to work. We can’t.”
