My First Daddy (Dark Daddies 7) - Page 11

“Julian,” I say softly.

“I like that you’re jealous, but forget about Haylee. She’s just an author. You’ll have to work with her but find a way to get past all that crap. She doesn’t matter beyond the business.”

“What does matter, then?”

He smirks, cocks his head. “You don’t want me to answer that.”

“Of course I do.”

“You won’t like the answer. I think it might scare you.”

“I don’t scare easy.”

He grins a little. “Come on, Avery. You’re not very tough.”

“I’m tough.” I grin and push him a little.

He pulls me against him and kisses me.

I’m surprised, but only for a second. I fall into the kiss as his hands pull me against his body.

This is what I’ve been craving this past week, ever since that dinner. I hate being professional with him. I hate pretending like nothing’s going on between us.

This is always there, always lingering in the air. We’re always thinking about it, always wondering if this is going to be the time that one of us slips up. I can’t stop thinking about his hands on my body and every second I do something for him, I wonder if he’s finally going to ask me to undress.

His hands roam along my body and I feel him slide my skirt up my thighs. I gasp as he bites my lip and his hand moves up between my legs, teasing my pussy gently.

“I like that you don’t wear tights,” he whispers. “I’m not being professional. But fuck, I’d be lying if I weren’t fucking hard every time I see these legs.”

“Good,” I whisper back. “Why do you think I do it?”

He chuckles gently as he rubs my wet panties. I stifle a groan.

“You did good work. And I think you deserve a little reward.”

“What kind of reward?”

He grabs my hips and turns me, pushing me back against the table, lifting me up onto it. I gasp a little as he pulls my skirt up over my hips and leans over me.

“Wait, Julian—”

“No,” he whispers. “No more waiting.”

He kisses me, hand between my legs, teasing my pussy. He pushes my panties aside and I feel his rough fingers on my clit, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine.

Oh, god, I’m on the conference room table, the boss’s hand between my legs. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I know I’m not going to stop. He kisses my neck and I groan, hands in his hair, pulling it tight. I love the way he grunts as his fingers slowly press inside my pussy, sending shivers down my spine.

“You know this is a bad idea, right?” I moan to him.

“I think it’s a very, very good idea.”

“Someone might walk in. And you’re…” I trail off. I can’t mention my freaking dad right now.

He laughs softly and kisses me, biting my lower lip, fingers still working my clit.

“You don’t care about any of that,” he whispers. “You pretend like you’re a good girl, but let’s be honest. You’ve been imagining this moment since that first time I kissed you.”

I bite my own lip this time as his cocky smirk covers his lips.

“You don’t know anything,” I say, breathless, trying not to moan.

He cocks his head. “I think I know a lot more than you realize.”

He kisses my neck again and moves down, away from me. For a second, I think he’s pulling back, about to take off his pants.

About to fuck me. About to take my freaking virginity.

“Wait,” I gasp, pushing him back.

He cocks his head, down on his knees, looking up at me. “You better have a good reason to tell me to stop.”

I bite my lip, staring down at him. I can feel the words on the tip of my tongue. I should tell him, tell him I’m a virgin, but…

I don’t say anything.

Instead, he grunts, and his rough hands push my legs open. He kisses my inner thigh and I groan, staring down at him. He looks back up at me and pushes my panties further to the side as his tongue finds my clit.

“Oh, god,” I gasp, tossing my head back. His tongue feels incredible and he’s not shy about licking me top to bottom. I’m moaning, gasping, wiggling my hips against his incredible mouth. I know I should stop this, pull back, something, but oh my god, it feels too good.

This is what he does to me. Any good sense disappears as soon as he touches my skin. I don’t know why, I don’t know how I found myself here, but it’s too late.

I pull his hair with one hand, pushing his mouth tighter against my pussy. He grunts, clearly liking it, as his tongue licks me faster, sucking my clit, teasing me with his teeth.

I try not to be too loud. This conference room is mostly soundproofed, but still. If a single moan escapes this room, we could be finished. I mean, the boss kissing me is one thing, but his mouth between my legs, licking my pussy? That’d be the end of it.

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