I deepen the kiss, one hand sliding into her hair, the silky strands wrapping around my fingers just as I’ve been imagining since I first saw her. Her lips part under the pressure of mine, allowing me inside, and I groan at the first touch of her tongue against mine. Finally, after what feels like forever, I pull away.
“Mr. Asher…I-I…What’s happening?” she whispers, her voice unsteady.
“I don’t know.”
I pull back just enough to see her face.
The flush has spread from her throat down her chest, disappearing beneath the nightgown. I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“But let me tell you what I do know,” I say, my voice dropping to a rough growl. “You’re going to do your job brilliantly. You’re going to be the best assistant this company has ever seen. Andwhen work is done for the day...” I pause, my thumb tracing her lower lip. “...you’re going to let Daddy take care of you.”
Chapter Four
NOLA
This is happening.This is actually happening. My boss is kissing me like he’ll die if he doesn’t. And instead of feeling weird about Caleb calling himself Daddy, heat pools between my thighs so suddenly I nearly collapse against him.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s like a clawing need that makes me press closer, open wider, take whatever he’s offering.
His hands are everywhere, cupping my face before sliding down to grip my waist. He walks me backward into the room, never breaking the kiss, his tongue demanding entry that I eagerly grant.
My back hits the wall as he kicks the door closed behind us.
“Daddy’s a bad man, baby girl,” he murmurs between kisses that trail from my mouth to my jaw. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop.”
The word sends another rush of wetness between my thighs.
I’ve never done this before. Never gone beyond awkward kisses and fumbling hands in college. Never wanted to, really. There was always too much to do. But right now, with Caleb’s hands sliding my nightgown up over my hips, I can’t rememberwhy I waited. Can’t think of anything except the way his touch burns paths across my skin.
“Arms up,” he commands, and I obey without thinking, letting him pull the thin fabric over my head.
The cool air of the room washes over my exposed skin. I’m wearing nothing but plain cotton panties. I should be embarrassed standing nearly naked while he’s still fully dressed. But the way he looks at me like I’m something he’s been starving for makes me feel powerful instead.
“Look at you,” he whispers, stepping back slightly to take me in. “So fucking perfect for Daddy.”
His hands move to his own clothes, unbuttoning his shirt with quick, efficient movements. I watch, transfixed, as he reveals a chest marked with scars. But I don’t have time to wonder about their origin because he’s stepping forward again, pressing that bare chest against mine, and the contact of skin on skin sends electricity racing through my veins.
“I’m sorry,” he says against my neck, hands sliding down my sides to grip my hips. “I know I’m being bad. Know I shouldn’t touch you like this.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “But Daddy needs to taste that sweet cunt so fucking bad. Been thinking about it since you walked into my office.”
He drops to his knees in front of me, looking up with those intense gray eyes that see everything.
“Tell Daddy he can have a taste,” he growls, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. “Tell me you want my tongue inside that pretty pussy. Promise I’ll make it feel so good, baby girl.”
I should be shocked. Should be pushing him away and demanding respect.
Instead, I hear myself say, “Yes, Daddy. You can taste my pussy.”
He groans, a sound of pure male satisfaction that vibrates through me. Then he’s tugging my panties down my legs, helping me step out of them before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them apart.
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he commands, positioning me with my back against the wall. “Good girl. Now, don’t move.”
I grip his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles shift beneath my fingers as he leans forward.
The first touch of his tongue is almost too much. I gasp, my head falling back against the wall with a thud I barely register. He licks a long, slow stripe from my entrance to the top, and my entire body jerks in response.
“So fucking sweet,” Caleb murmurs against me, his hands tightening on my thighs. “I knew you would taste perfect.”
Then his mouth is on me again, more insistent this time.
