Sweet, soft and warm.
Bearing down with my molars, I lift Shea several inches off the ground, her half-startled, half-delighted gasp tightening every muscle south of my navel. She giggles, kicking her dangling feet, and my cock lifts to full mast.Oh, fuck. The fact that I haven’t jacked off in a couple of days is painfully obvious, my balls reminding me of that fact with hungry throbs. Looking down, her tight, round ass is even with my lap right now and I just want to rub her there. Rub those sexy, young buns against my straining dick until the ache goes away.
Crazy as it is, she’d let me, I think.
Yeah.She came onto me earlier, didn’t she?
Now, she’s in my bedroom, blushing at my commands.
Giggling when I touch her.
This is simultaneously a dream come true and a nightmare.
“Grab the sweatshirt, angel,” I rasp.
“Oh yeah, I f-forgot,” she stammers, finally reaching up and pulling down the gray, folded sweatshirt with my company logo on the front.
Reluctantly, I set her down, but I’m breathing hard now, my mouth pressed to the crown of her head, my hands tracing around from her waist to her stomach, the fingertips of my right-hand edging downward. Down a little more. Stopping just above her mound, by some feat of willpower. “Put on the sweatshirt and keep it the hell on. For the entire night.”
A shiver passes through her petite frame. “Call me angel again and I’ll obey.”
My eyes slide closed, my mouth forming a vile curse.
Bad. This isverybad.
“Angel,” I say, damning myself. Damning myself further by stepping closer. Closer. Until my chest presses to her back and she whimpers, sagging against me. “You like to obey, don’t you?”
Her sides heave in and out, like there’s a dam breaking inside of her. “I think so.” She tilts her head back and looks up at me, her golden eyes wide and luminous. “I’ve never had anyone to obey before.”
My pulse is flying.
What the fuck is this?
I’m a dominant man. A man who spends his life being in charge. Of hundreds of employees. Money. Jobs. But that dominance has never extended to a member of the opposite sex. Not like this. A…power exchange? There’s something being roused inside of me, though. A need I didn’t know was there. Or maybe it wasn’t there until tonight.
Until her.
“We can’t do this,” I say hoarsely. “You’re Emma’s friend. You’re a college fucking freshman, Shea. I’m old enough to be your father.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t expect this, either.”
Despite the insanity of what I’m doing, I draw her further into my embrace, unable to help it, my mouth moving in her wealth of honey blonde hair. “I’m not blaming you, angel. But I’m the one who is old enough to know better, so I have to put a stop to this. This would be a lot easier if you weren’t so fucking beautiful.” My palms skim side to side on her hips, working themin a knead. Drawing her butt back into my lap and listening to her breath stutter over the outline of my cock, now pressed to her pert cheeks. “You just need someone to take charge of you, don’t you?”
A sob wrenches out of her. “Yes.”
I’mthiscloseto damned.
So very close.
I would do anything to scoop her little pussy into my hand right now and show her how a real man handles such a priceless treasure. That would be the point of no return, though. I wouldn’t stop until I was inside of her. “I cannot give you everything you need, Shea. I cannot have a physical relationship with you. But…” Even what I’m about to say is taking this madness way too far. I’m too attuned to her need for authority to deny it outright, though. “Keep your sweet pussyhidden,” I say harshly in her ear. “All night. The sweatshirt stays on until you walk back through my front door later. Is that understood?”
It's like she’d been given a cool drink of water after a long hike. She drinks in my directive, like she’s been parched waiting for orders all her life. “Yes, sir.”
That breathy response is too satisfying. A balm over a scrape. Because I can tell she means it. She…needsto obey. She’s eager to do what she’s told.
How was I chosen for this…honor? This honor that would ruin us both?
In the other room, Emma’s voice cuts out. She’s done with her phone call.
