Page 19 of Daddy's Little 1
I block her from view as best I can from behind, my arms spread wide across the expanse of the stairs, my hands on the railings. With a huff, she stops at the top and crosses her arms.
I reach over her, her intoxicating scent leaving me momentarily breathless as I pull a key from my suit pants and unlock the door. I push her inside and lock it before ushering her into the office.
Usually, I would keep an eye on things below, but Brenna’s unexpected appearance calls for a change of plans.
I storm past her, close the blackout blinds, and move to stand behind my desk. I grip the edges as she meets my gaze, determination written all over her features.
“What the hell were you thinking? This password night is full of horny men who were looking at you and drooling.”
“At least they’re paying attention to me,” she challenges.
“Excuse me?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she grits, her dark eyes flashing with pain. “I had to get your attention somehow. You’ve avoided me for the last four days. You haven’t so much as looked at me. If we’re over and you regret fucking me, tell me.”
I move like lightning, wrapping my fingers around her throat, the veins in my hand straining against my flesh with my elevated blood pressure. “Such filthy words for such a bonnie lass.”
She swallows against my hand, her eyes wide. I dip my head, and my cock hardens as I inhale her addictive scent. Jesus, will I ever stop wanting her?
But she’s right. I’ve been an arse. An indecisive arse.
She reaches for my wrist and slowly tugs my hand from her throat, though her slight tremor and her blown pupils tell me she’s aroused. “You didn’t seem to mind my filthy mouth on Christmas Eve. Or Christmas Day.”
She’s so damn right. I’ve never experienced the kind of pleasure Brenna gave me, and I know I never will again. Not with anyone but her. But it’s more than that. It’s…
I shake my head. “You know why this is hard for me and why it will never work.” It takes all my strength to say it because I know she could walk away. That she should.
“You think it’s not hard for me too? We’re both risking something precious here, Roman.”
My best friend. Her da.
The words hover unspoken.
She purses her lips and nods when I don’t reply, moving toward the door.
My eyes narrow. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Out there,” she says, reaching for the door handle. “To find someone who wants me for real who isn’t a coward.”
Oh, no, baby girl. Over my dead body.
I growl, surging forward and placing my hands on the door, preventing her from opening it. She’s trapped against it, my body hovering an inch from touching her back.
The wild animal has been uncaged, and there’s nothing I can do now. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let her go.
“No way in hell am I letting another man lay so much as a finger on you,” I growl.
I spin her to face me and snake my hand up her dress to find she’s wearing a barely-there thong. I move it aside and slide a finger inside her.
To Brenna’s credit, even though her legs tremble and her pussy clenches around my finger, her facial expression doesn’t change.
“I own this pussy. I took your virginity, Brenna. You belong to me.”
“Then show me,” she whispers, her eyes piercing right through me like an X-ray. “Because I may be James’ daughter, but I’ll always be your baby girl.”
Oh, hell.
I lift her in one motion and plop her on my desk. Luckily, I keep the damn thing immaculate. She leans back as I hike up her skirt and tug her thong down to her ankles, revealing her pretty, pink cunt.