Carter is everything to me. And, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for my son. But, a man has needs. And right now, I have a multitude. They all center around Bree.
Maybe she is too young, and I should sever all ties. I just can't bring myself to do it. I want her.
"Maybe you should keep your opinions to yourself," I advise, turning to face him. "Don't worry, my money is protected."
He taps his heart. "Is this?"
"Absolutely."
I can see it in his furrowed brows he wants to say more, but he wisely chooses not to. "See you tomorrow," he says, on his way out.
The night air is crisp and cool on my heated skin when I leave the office, and I drive home consumed with want and desire. My fingers tighten on the steering wheel in anticipation of what to expect when I get there. I've amassed more money than I can ever spend by being a ruthless bastard, who knew a doe-eyed girl would be the one to slay me.
Maybe I should just get her out of my system.
My cock hardens with thoughts of Bree as I take the elevator up to my penthouse.
The lights are low when I enter the foyer, and I sidestep a Tonka toy truck in the center of the tile.
I drop my keys on the entry table before crossing the hardwoods to the living room.
And there she is, curled on the couch, in a pink t-shirt and short white skirt, looking very fuckable.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes, I'm awake." She sits up. "Just resting my eyes," she whispers.
"Sorry, I'm home so late."
I move toward her, knowing I shouldn't. Knowing I should stay out of her seductive atmosphere.
I'm used to taking what I want, so I'm not used to this agonizing feeling washing over me.
"It's ok," she tells me, letting her eyes drift over my face. "What time is it?"
"Late. You can stay here tonight. That way you don't have to drive."
She smiles, and my heart damn near goes into cardiac arrest.
I yank my tie off and throw it across the armchair. "Coffee?"
"Sure." She stands, running her fingers through her tousled hair, smoothing it down to the tips.
Before I wrap it around my fist, I turn away and cross into the kitchen, flicking on the light.
She follows me like a good little girl. My dirty thoughts run a marathon in my head when she walks across the tiled floor and hops up onto the granite countertop. Her skirt rides up her thighs, and I catch myself staring at her tanned legs. I pick the flavored pod I know she likes-caramel-and push it into the Keurig.
She crosses her ankles, palms flat on the counter, and leans forward. "Mm." She inhales deeply as the coffee percolates. "Smells good."
Ignoring the twitch in my dick, I pull two black mugs from the cabinet and ask her about Carter. She lets me know they had a great day, and he finally went to bed with no problems. For that, I'm glad.
It was rough at first when Carter came to live with me. My late hours were hard for him to deal with, so Bree has been a lifesaver.
As I wait for the coffee to finish, I undo my top button and crack my neck to the side, rubbing my hand along the tight muscles there.
"Are you tense?" she asks.
Fuck. She has no clue. "Yeah, a little."
"Come here." She holds her hands out, and against my better judgement, I turn around.
Her fingers work magic over my muscles, and I let out a slow hiss as my dick grows harder.
Fuck, this girl's hands will be my undoing.
She scoots closer to the edge, and her knees rest on either side of my hips. My cock pushes against the zipper of my slacks, and I roll my neck to the side, as she caresses my shoulders. The heat of her pussy burns into my back, and like an unanswered prayer, she places a tentative skin against my thrumming pulse.
It's the spark that ignites the firestorm. I turn around and capture her mouth with mine. She grips my shoulders and moans. Her plump bottom lip tastes so sweet.
My heart thunders as I try not to take things too fast, but I can barely hang on. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," I husk against her mouth.
"I want you so much," she whispers between kisses.
I pull back. My eyes can't get enough of her. Her innocent smile. Her lust filled eyes. Her nipples trying to burst out of the tight shirt she's wearing.
It's a very bad idea, but my hand trails up her thighs to her sweet spot, and is met with purple-lace panties.
"Did you wear these for me?"
She blushes. "Yes."
I run my finger along the panel of her damp panties before pushing them aside to feel her slippery skin.