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  I moaned as he squeezed the flesh and moved his attentions between my legs. One finger slipped under the edge of the soaking wet panties and teased my throbbing clit.

  “Your panties are ruined, Brittany. Soaked through.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I moaned as his finger slipped through my wetness and traced little circles against my clit. My legs shook from my need and I hardly noticed when his free hand reached up and tugged the scrap of fabric to the side, easily tearing it.

  “They needed to go,” he said by way of explanation. Before I could react, he scooped me up and walked me one more step backward to his bed, where only moments earlier I’d been tucking in the sheets and freshening his pillows.

  And now I was just going to have to do it again.

  The thought raced through my head and I almost laughed with the absurdity of it because I’d happily remake his bed a thousand times over if it meant he would fuck me senseless on it.

  He lifted me easily, and when he held me, I was eye-to-eye with him. The desire and need in his eyes no doubt reflected my own. I licked my lips and the reaction was instantaneous. He pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me hard and fast. His tongue in my mouth was possessive and greedy. I moaned against him, wanting more. As much as he’d give me.

  10

  Trent

  The taste of her was intense. Too intense.

  I pulled back from her and tossed her back on the bed. She bounced a little, her tits jiggling brilliantly.

  I needed to keep myself together, but it was getting harder and harder to keep any control with Brittany naked in front of me, her legs bent and spread for me on the bed.

  Fuck.

  I moved quickly to shed my shirt, tie, and pants, kicking them to the side. I watched her eyes carefully as she watched me undress. I’d seen it the day before, the pure need in her, as she’d seen my cock for the first time. Hell, if she liked what she saw, she was going to come positively undone when I fucked her.

  I put one hand on each of her stockinged knees and pulled her closer, to the edge of the bed. I allowed myself a moment to stroke her sexy legs encased in their sheer stockings. She said she hadn’t worn it for me, and I believed her. She was the type of woman who would wear sexy lingerie under her clothes every day just for the sheer fact that she had a secret no one else knew.

  I liked it. I liked it a lot.

  I liked it better now that the panties were gone and for the first time I had full and complete access to her beautifully shaved pussy, with only the thinnest strip of blonde hair adorning her mound.

  Fuck, she was sexy.

  I’d had no shortage of women, a man who never went without. But it was a rare occurrence when I found a woman who drove me crazy the way this one did. I was cognizant of what I was doing and how risky it was.

  There was nothing keeping her from running to her boss and telling him I’d taken advantage of her. Or worse, blackmailing me. And if she did, I wouldn’t lose everything. No. I was too smart for that to happen a second time. But I did stand to lose a lot if this went sideways.

  It was risky.

  My cock throbbed, demanding release.

  The risk didn’t matter. I wanted her. I needed her. No matter what the cost. It was too late for going back.

  Without leaving her, I reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and grabbed the condom I already knew was there.

  She sat up and took the packet from my fingers. “Let me help you with that, Daddy.”

  I didn’t think it was even possible, but my cock grew harder with the simple utterance of one word.

  Expertly, she opened the foil and slid the rubber over my cock, using her hands to rub and stroke until I couldn’t stand her touch for another second.

  Roughly, I grabbed her by the shoulders and stopped her. “On your knees, Brittany.”

  She flashed me a wicked grin and turned herself around on the bed, using the opportunity to wiggle her deliciously perfect ass in my face.

  I already knew she was dripping wet, but I couldn’t resist another test. My fingers slipped between her legs, sliding easily inside her heat. I used my thumb to tease her clit and she moaned in need.

  Unable to wait any longer, I pressed my hard shaft against her entrance and right as she pressed backward to me, I thrust forward, filling her tight, hot channel.

  Brittany moaned again, this one long and low, and dropped to her elbows on the bed, pushing her ass even higher, deepening my penetration.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “You feel so good, Daddy. Oh, yeah.”

  I would take my time and explore her, but today was not that day. I thrust hard into her again and again, my hands gripping her hips.

  She met me thrust for thrust as I only increased my rhythm.

  I kept one hand holding her in place; the other reached around to find her clit again. It was so responsive, like a finely tuned instrument that I could play just right in order to make her sing, and that’s exactly what I was going to do.

  Brittany started to quiver beneath me, and I knew she was close. I quickened my pace while pressing down firmly on her clit. Seconds later, she exploded into an intense orgasm. Her pussy clenched down around me and her juices coated my cock as her climax crested only seconds before my own overtook me.

  I came hard inside her and collapsed on the bed next to her to catch my breath.

  She turned over and pressed her naked body up against me, just for an instant, but it was long enough to set alarm bells off in my head. I rolled deftly to the side and jumped to my feet.

  I didn’t cuddle.

  Ever.

  “Time to get back to work, Brittany.” I didn’t look at her as I strode to the bathroom to clean up, aware that I was being a first-class asshole, but completely unable to stop myself.

  11

  Brittany

  I never felt better than I did when I was in my studio, creating. Or, in my case, what was the tiny living room of my apartment that I’d converted to my studio. For the last week, I’d been painting more than ever, creating well into the wee hours of the morning, night after night. I could try to tell myself that I didn’t know what my inspiration was, but I’d be lying.

  Mr. Thomas.

  Daddy.

  And our almost daily rendezvous in the office or in his penthouse had fueled my creativity in ways I never could have expected. The sex was hard, fast, and sexy. And just dirty enough to keep me wanting more. After the first time I had his cock inside me, I knew I was a goner. It didn’t even bother me that he’d rolled away from my touch right afterward.

  In fact, I preferred it.

  At least that’s what I kept telling myself every time he turned away from even the smallest display of affection.

  No attachments. That was the best way to be. Particularly when you were playing with fire.

  And that was exactly what I was doing.

  I was vividly aware that I was putting my job on the line every single time I was alone with Mr. Thomas. Every time I called him Daddy and every time we fucked.

  What we were doing was incredibly wrong. But maybe that was why I couldn’t seem to stop myself from doing it. Maybe it was the excitement of knowing we could get caught?

  But I knew it was more than that.

  I knew because as the days went on, my paintings got better. More personal.

  He was getting to me.

  And I couldn’t seem to help myself.

  “Let it go, Britt,” I told myself for the dozenth time that night. “It’s just sex.”

  Really fucking good sex.

  But it was just sex.

  That’s all it was.

  And I needed to keep telling myself that until I finally believed it. Because I didn’t want to, I really didn’t, but I was more than a little bit afraid that I might be falling for Mr. Thomas.

  It was ridiculous really, and not just because he was my boss. Well, more or less, he was. Mr. Grant had extended his time off and taken the first vacation he
’d ever taken as long as I’d been working for him. He’d taken his new girlfriend to a ranch somewhere in Montana to have some romantic time alone.

  And for the first time since I’d started working for Mr. Grant, I was happy about the break from him. Usually I thrived with a heavy to-do list from my boss, but with Mr. Grant gone, I could focus completely on Mr. Thomas.

  Daddy.

  Just thinking about him and the way earlier that day he’d pressed me up against the wall, lifted my skirt and fucked me until I had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out made me wet again.

  I focused my energy into my painting until I’d worked up a different kind of sweat. When I was finished, I took a step backward and admired my handiwork. It was good. It was really good. Good enough for a show of my own and I knew it.

  I snapped a picture of the finished piece with my cellphone and quickly fired off a text message to Stan, the gallery owner.

  My latest. Thoughts?

  I’d been sending him shots of all of my creations and although his feedback had been promising, he continued to tell me I needed more “passion,” more “heat.” For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what more he could possibly want from me. My pieces exuded more heat and passion than anything I’d seen hanging in his gallery before and we both knew it.

  Just like we both knew what he really wanted from me.

  I hated to think like that, like that’s how the art industry really worked. Like I’d have to sleep my way to the top. Or in this case, sleep my way into getting my own show.

  Beautiful, Britt. We should talk.

  Despite the ridiculously late hour, Stan’s return text was almost immediate. The art world never slept. Instantly, his words had me jumping up and down. I forced myself to take a breath and stay calm. I acted as casual as I could as I composed the reply.

  Absolutely. Time for a show?

  I pressed Send and used the next few minutes while waiting for a response to clean my brushes and put my supplies away. I refused to check my phone until I was done.

  When I finished, I decided to torture myself a little longer while I washed up and got myself ready for bed. I was a sucker for punishment but finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I checked my phone.

  I think it could be time. Let’s talk tomorrow. 9pm at the gallery.

  It was the best possible response I could have expected. I shrieked and did a little dance around my apartment before sending back a confirmation text. I climbed into bed, even though there was zero way I was going to sleep.

  Could it even be possible that finally after all this time, my work was speaking for itself and I’d get my own show? I’d been busting my ass for way too long volunteering, doing the grunt work around there and basically everything I could with the distinct exception of sleeping with Stan. I refused to cross that line. Stan obviously realized I was serious about my art because I knew it was good. It was really good. And it was finally going to happen.

  12

  Trent

  “I’ve shown you at least a dozen properties now, Mr. Thomas. Do you have any more questions about any of them or are you almost ready to move forward?”

  I’d been shuffling through the files in front of me for the better part of an hour, comparing and contrasting all of the properties Barbara, the real estate agent, had shown me over the last week. They were all great office spaces, but none of them were the right space.

  Something was missing. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

  “No.” I shoved the files to the side of my desk. “I don’t have any questions. Not about these.”

  “You don’t like any of them, Mr. Thomas?” She didn’t even try to hide the look on her face. “They meet all of your specifications.”

  “I know.”

  She reached forward and lifted the file off the top. “In fact, this one—”

  “No. It’s not right.”

  Barbara froze and put the file back on my desk.

  “Okay.” She sat back with a small smile. “I’m not a woman who is easily deterred, Mr. Thomas. I’ll find you the right space.”

  “I’m sure you will.” I stood, ending the meeting. “And I look forward to seeing what else you find me.”

  I waited until Barbara left before pressing the button on my phone that would call Brittany to my office.

  “Yes, Mr. Thomas?”

  There must be someone in her office.

  “As soon as you’re finished up with whatever it is you’re doing, I need to see you, Brittany.”

  “Of course, Mr. Thomas. I’m just finishing up with Wendy and I’ll be right in.”

  “Good,” I said. “And one more thing, Brittany.” I grinned. “Leave your panties in your desk drawer.”

  I heard the little intake of breath and wished I could see the look on her face as she tried to hide the desire I knew was all over it from Wendy, whom I only vaguely knew worked in the marketing department for MultiTech.

  “Understand?” I asked when she didn’t respond at once.

  “Yes, Mr. Thomas.”

  I hung up the phone and busied myself looking through the documents I’d secured for the most recent app I was looking at backing. It was a clever set of programming that promised to make tracking receipts and expenses in a much simpler way that would allow the average person to be able to handle their own bookkeeping needs. The more I looked into it, the more I thought it could actually be a viable app to invest in. I’d be meeting with the developers later tonight to discuss the terms. I was energized just thinking about it, just the way I always was when I got close to a deal. It never failed to excite me and get my blood pumping.

  But even the high of closing a deal and acquiring a new app didn’t come close to having my sexy assistant sitting on my desk with her legs spread open, offering me her perfect little pussy.

  My cock was instantly hard. I ignored it, focusing instead on the financials in front of me. Or at least trying to.

  A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and Brittany finally entered.

  “I’m so sorry, Daddy.” She slipped into her role perfectly as she closed the door behind her. “Wendy needed to discuss a few things with me for Mr. Grant.”

  I felt a flicker of guilt as I remembered that Brittany wasn’t actually my assistant. She was simply on loan from Shane and as such, she was doing two full-time jobs. The poor girl really was working double time to please me.

  And fuck was she ever doing a good job.

  “Come sit, Brittany.” I rolled my chair back and gestured to the expanse of shiny mahogany in front of me. She did as she was told, just the way I knew she would. “Lift your skirt and bend your knees.”

  She was absolute perfection as she followed my orders to the letter and soon, just as I wanted, her beautiful pussy—panty-less the way I’d requested, and already wet the way I knew it would be—was in front of me.

  “You’ve been working very hard, Brittany.”

  “No, Daddy. I’m just doing my job.”

  “And you’re doing it very well, Brittany.” I moved closer, not taking my eyes off the prize in front of me. “But don’t argue with me. You’re working very hard and I like to reward hard work.”

  “You do?”

  “Absolutely.” I smoothed my hands up her bare thighs, squeezing them greedily as I bent to her. I kissed and nibbled the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, making her moan.

  Oh, I loved that sound.

  I moved to the other side and repeated my attention to her other leg, grazing, but not touching her pussy. The exotic musk of her need filled my senses.

  “Do you agree with me now?” My voice was muffled, but she heard me loud and clear.

  “Yes, Daddy.” Her legs quivered in anticipation. “I agree with you.”

  “Tell me, Brittany. What do you agree with?”

  “I need to be rewarded, Daddy.”

  “Yes, you do.” I blew a gentle puff of air on her clit. She wiggled, but I he
ld her firmly in place. “Tell me how you should be rewarded, Brittany.”

  She didn’t hesitate and her words sent a fresh rush of blood to my cock. “I should be rewarded with your tongue on my clit, Daddy. I should be rewarded by coming hard on your face.”

  Fuck me. That sounded like a reward for me.

  I grinned although she couldn’t see it, leaned forward and ran my tongue slowly up her pussy.

  13

  Brittany

  The touch of his tongue on me made me want to scream out in the most amazing pleasure. Never had anything felt so deliciously amazing. His every touch set me alight, but this…this was different.

  His hands locked on my thighs, keeping me from squirming away from the intense sensations that were ripping through me with every lick and flick of his expert tongue.

  “Oh my God…I….” I could not find the words. Hell, I couldn’t find any words.

  He pulled away from me, and the loss of his mouth on my pussy was instantaneous. “Talk to me, baby,” he said. “Tell Daddy how good it feels.”

  My face reddened, but I could tell from the look on his face he wasn’t going to keep going until I agreed and I would have done absolutely anything to keep him from stopping.

  I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Satisfied, he grinned and returned to his work.

  My pussy quivered, and I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying out. “Fuck, yes.” I finally managed to find my words. “That feels so good, Daddy.”

  I could feel my climax building. So unlike all the other orgasms I’d had with him, this one was coming from somewhere deep inside me, growing with every second that passed.