DILF

He couldn’t bring himself to stop. The kiss was heady, wild, and fucking raw. Her inexperience was shining through with each second.

Suddenly, he had no choice but to stop, as there was a knock on the door. He shouldn’t be kissing Lisabeth. Not here in the office for everyone to see.

This wasn’t over though.

Not by a long shot.

7

Her heart was thundering, and as David pulled away, she kept her focus on him. She felt desire, intense arousal, and anxiety. Although this was everything she wanted, fantasized about even, it was hard to imagine this actually had happened, was happening.

There was another knock on the door and David made this low sound in the back of his throat, one that sounded more animalistic than anything else. He looked her right in the eyes, and for a moment she thought he wouldn’t move, wouldn’t bother answering the door.

But he made another low, frustrated sound and turned.

He walked over to the door and she pushed herself up but stayed leaning against the desk, her hands slightly shaking. Lisabeth curled her fingers around the edge of it, trying to steady herself, knowing she needed to get control. She had so many questions, so much confusion.

David had touched her, kissed her. He wanted her in the same way she wanted him. But this was all going so fast, and it was so confusing yet arousing.

“Sir, I have Mr. Harris on the line.”

“Take a message, Marcella.” David’s voice was gruff, and he cleared his throat. Lisabeth looked at his hand, which was braced on the wall beside the door. He had his fingers curled in, his knuckles white from strain.

“Sir, with all due respect, he’s very adamant about speaking with you right now. He’s called three times already. He says there’s an issue with the contract that was proposed.”

Lisabeth heard David curse under his breath.

“Tell him I’ll call him back in five, that I’m on the other line with a client.”

“Of course, sir.” Marcella turned and left and David shut the door softly. He stared at Lisabeth and her heart jumped into her throat.

He stared right in her eyes, not saying anything, not even moving. It seemed like time stood still, like the air thickened, threatening to suffocate her. She curled her hands on the edge of the desk harder, tighter. And then he started moving toward her.

She felt like she was prey and he was a predator stalking her. But she wanted that, desperately needed it. This was David, the man she was in love with, the one person she thought she would never have.

But he’d changed the game, twisted everything up, and made her question what was really going on, how this was really happening.

When he was a foot from her he reached out and cupped her cheek. His hand was big, masculine. His skin was warm, heating her to her very core.

Lisabeth pressed her thighs together, moisture pooling between her legs, her inner muscles clenching, her clit throbbing. She wanted to be filled by David, his cock stretching her pussy. She wanted him to claim her in every way. Lisabeth wanted him to take her virginity.

“David,” she whispered softly, her mouth suddenly so dry. Her lips tingled from their kiss and she reached up and touched them instinctively, still feeling his mouth pressed against hers. He had his hand on her cheek and a shiver raced up her spine.

“Lisabeth.” He said her name in return.

“What’s going on?” she asked. It was the only thing she could think of saying. Long seconds passed and still he didn’t respond, just stared into her eyes, then dipped his gaze low to her lips.

She licked them again, unable to stop herself.

“What’s going on?” He repeated her question and looked into her eyes again. “I’ll tell you exactly what’s going on.” He leaned in close, so close she felt his breath along her lips. Goosebumps popped on her arms and she forced herself not to shiver in arousal.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” But she knew what she wanted to happen.

He moved his thumb along her cheek. “This is the beginning, Lisabeth. This should’ve happened a while ago, because I wanted you for too long.” A stuttering breath left her. “We are just getting started.” He leaned in another inch. “You are mine.” But then he pulled away and she exhaled.

“I’m yours?” she found herself whispering.

“You’ve been mine.”

8

A couple days later

Since David got the call it had been nonstop at the office. Mr. Harris had certainly thrown a kink in the works when it came to the contract and now everyone was rushing around, jumping at the sound of David’s voice.

With the clause Mr. Harris wanted within the contract not being there in the first write-up, he’d decided to withdraw from any arrangement, and of course David wasn’t happy. So it had been nothing but meetings. He’d already fired the man who had written up the contract, as it had just cost him a fortune. Now negotiations were once again happening, which was taking them back six months.