“That’s non-negotiable.”
“You can’t marry some woman that you–”
“You need to watch your mouth.” She squeezes my knee, which does nothing to dissuade the rest of my body from wanting to tell him to leave–even though my brain is pissed that he’s acting like an asshole.
He shakes his head. “So, you’re really doing this? You’re choosing her over your family and our family legacy?”
“I’m choosing my family. I’m choosing Daisy, our future children, and the company I started.” Her palms slide up my thighs. I’m so going to spank her ass. “And I’m sorry.”
Inch after inch, her soft hands travel closer to my aching dick, causing my entire body to ignite at once. I clasp my hands together to keep from reaching under the desk and dragging her on top of it.
I clear my throat. “I’m sorry you have no one to do your bidding. But it’s not for me. I want the opportunity to move in whatever direction will lead me to success. Not be shackled by tradition.”
“Fine.” He throws his hands into the air. “You win. I’ll remove the stipulation of not changing the company and I’ll let you take over the company when I retire.”
She strokes my shaft as the tip of her tongue dances over the swollen tip. Fucking wench. “Excuse me. I have a Charlie horse on my thigh.” I reach under the desk, lace my fingers into her hair, yanking on the strands and thrust my dick in her mouth, holding her steady over my erection. “That’s better.”
“You do appear to be in pain.” He frowns. “Or uncomfortable. Anyway, you should drink some pickle juice.”
“Yeah.” I shift in my seat, giving her more access as she tilts her head sideways and takes me deeper. “I’ll get right on that. I was working out earlier and seem to have a catch.”
“All right. Well, I’ll leave so you can get some heat on it.”
“Good idea.” I inhale and loosen my grip on her hair. God, I’m going to die. Right here. Her mouth works over my flesh. I’m going to hell. Right now.
“I’ll have my attorney draw up the paperwork. And bring your girl to the house tonight when you’re done. Your mom will want to meet her.” He pins me with a stare. “Once she’s out from under your desk and not servicing your–”
“Dad….” Heat floods my skin as all movement below the desk stops.
“I’m sure she’s polishing your shoes. I’ll see you tonight. Daisy, it will be a pleasure to meet you in person.” He spins on his heel and disappears.
Two seconds later, he returns. “Let me shut this. I have three rooms to walk through before I reach the door. I’d rather not hear…. Anything.”
Chapter Fifty
Daisy
Holy fuck.My butt lands on the floor with a thunk. I’ve done stupid things, but this one tops them all. There’s no way I’m ever going to his parent’s house after this. They’re going to hate me. Hell, they already hated me.
He slides his chair back, grabs my hand, and leads me out from under the desk. His eyes glow as he stands and draws me to my feet.
“I’m so sorry.” I vigorously rub my hands on my shirt, attempting to remove any dust from my palms. That’s the least of my worries. I’m still standing in the middle of his office with my jeans in my hand and my ass hanging out. “Here.” I shake them in front of me. “Let me get dressed.”
“Not on your life.” He snatches them from me and tosses them over his shoulder. “It’s time for your punishment, little girl.”
The heat in his eyes does crazy things to my insides. “But–”
“No, buts. We are not the first couple that have been caught in a compromising position by one of their parents. As a matter of fact.” He walks forward until my thighs bounce off the desk edge. “It is a typical rite of passage.” His smile is feral, causing my stomach to flip. “One which I’m grateful you never experienced until now.”
“I’m not.” I shake my head, causing my hair to brush my shoulders. “I can’t go to their house and meet them.”
“You can and you will.” He lifts me up until I’m perched on the desk, and he’s positioned between my thighs. “There’s no shame in getting caught in our own house.” He leans forward and trails his lips along my jaw, leaving little kisses on his way until he reaches my ear. “This is our private space, and I wasn’t worried before that they had a key, but clearly, I need to designate it for emergencies only.”
His breath is hot against my skin, making me forget I was mortified and never having sex again. I claw his shirt out of his jeans and run my palms over his abs. “Are you sure it’s okay? I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life. They already hated me.”
He grasps my face. “They won’t hate you. They’re going to take one look at you and fall in love. You’re beautiful inside and out. And you’ll make them grandchildren to love, so they have nothing to complain about.”
“Okay.” When I look into his eyes, I believe everything he says. He could tell me pineapple goes with peanut butter, and I’d fall for it, hook, line, and sinker. “I’ll trust you.”