Fuck, I had no idea what the problem was to start off with. I couldn’t think straight. Not when all the blood in my body hadgone south and my dick started to throb when she stopped at my belt buckle. “I think we can think of something that could be…. mutually beneficial.”
“Little girl—“ I tried to warn her.
Tried to tell her she didn’t have to do this. There was no way I was going to fire her. Even if by any chance she had the tennis bracelet in her pocket. Fuck, at this point, she could steal every dollar from my bank account and ride off with my bike, and I’d keep every single one of her naughty little secrets until the day I died.
She took a deep breath that seemed to hitch in her throat just as goose bumps flared to life on the skin of her arms. “You get whatever you want from me if I can keep my job.”
“Baby, that’s not?—“
“Please.” She bit her bottom lip, and a silent groan escaped from me. I might notknow her, know her, but I knew being the type of woman she was, saying please didn’t come easy.
“Please,” she repeated, her bedroom eyes wide and locked on me like I was the only fucking man in the world she could ever want. Like I was the only thing she could see. “What if…” The words hung heavily in the warm air between us. “What if I want to?”
“You telling me you want daddy, too, little girl?”
“Mhmm.” She nodded. Marty squeaked as I leaned down, closing the small amount of space between us until my forehead rested against hers.
“You telling daddy you’ve been a brat and need to learn a lesson, baby girl?” The filthy, loaded question slipped past my lips as easily as breathing. Her eyes widened for a split second before they darkened. She liked my dirty mouth and the daddy play.
Thank god, because I loved it. I hadn’t played this way with anyone else, and I had no idea how this pull, this connection toher, was so damn strong, but I was done questioning it. The two of us fell into our roles easily.
“Fuck,” she cursed. Without thinking, I let my baser instincts take control. One of my hands dropped from her side and went straight to her ass cheek. I squeezed it before my hand rose and fell with a muffled slap against the skirt of her uniform.
“Did you—“ She gasped. The bewildered expression on her face only made me harder. “Did you just spank me?”
“Did you like it?” She gaped at me. Her mouth opened and shut like the most adorable little fish in the ocean.
I stepped forward, and she took one back. We did that little dance until her back met a table. My hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her up only to sit her down on top of it. Without missing a beat, she spread her legs as far as the uniform would allow to give me space between them. Fuck, I loved how she let me manhandle her like my very own little doll.
“What did you take, Marty?” I asked again, keeping in line with the fact she undeniably had stolen something. She swallowed hard, the motion pronounced, making my mouth water to run my tongue up and down the line of that smooth skin and finally get a taste of her skin. She’d be the perfect combination of salty and sweet. Wetness coated the thick crown of my cock. “All daddy needs to hear is your confession. Tell me what you took. Admit it.”
“Nothing,” she said, half-whisper, half-defiantly. Jesus, that attitude, that feistiness of hers, drove me fucking wild.
“Hmm…” My lips quirked up.
My little liar.
My spitfire.
My firework.
Mine.
She might not know it yet, but she had most definitely stolen something. Something she could never give back, or else it would ruin me.
“You really think I believe that, my sassy little brat?” I asked, hoping like hell I wasn’t pushing her too far. She moaned so fucking sweetly my balls tightened.
“It’s the truth… Daddy.” Fucking hell.Daddy.Hearing her call me that, handing me control and trusting I wouldn’t push things too far or too hard, made my head swim with lust. Lust and something almost overwhelmingly bigger kicked in.
“Hmm,” my voice rumbled as I pulled back and stood straighter. As I looked at her, my heart felt like it was too big for my chest. This thing was an emotion so fucking pure and real I was positive I’d never felt anything close to it because it was meant to only be felt with the woman in front of me.
“I think daddy’s going to need to check his little brat to make sure she didn’t sneak anything under this cute little uniform.” My hands moved down her waist to her hips and down her thighs.
“Cute,” she snorted, making me raise a brow. My girl had to at least look a little sorry. Without breaking eye contact, I touched my hands to the silky-smooth skin of her knees. My Adam’s apple bobbed as the heat of her body soaked through my hands.
I was a thirty-five-year-old man with a body count I wasn’t too proud of as I stood in front of her. Yet anything and anyone who had come before her no longer mattered. Shit, she made me feel like some green-behind-the-ears teenager about to touch a girl for the first time.Because she’s the one that matters. Mine,a voice growled.
“Oh god,” she moaned, spreading her legs a little further.
