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  “Get her home safe,” I tell my driver, Marc, before closing the door carefully.

  They drive off and I watch, wondering what the fuck I’m doing. But tonight’s not the night. Too soon. And she’s hella drunk.

  I turn on my heel and make my way back to the casino.

  It’s been three days and I can’t stop thinking about her. We’ve been working together, but neither one of us has mentioned that night. And it’s fucking driving me insane. Did she forget all the intimate things she told me? Or is she too embarrassed to bring it up?

  “Michael?” Her voice is louder than usual and I know it’s not the first time she’s said my name.

  “Sorry, what did you say?” I ask, snapping back to the present.

  “Are you ready for this meeting?” She smiles at me from across the backseat of the limo. She’s dressed in a blue suit that makes me want to tear the clothes right off her.

  I shift as my cock leaps. “I am.” We’re on our way to a meeting with the club owners to discuss her ideas. As we park I get out and help her out. Side by side, we walk in and I lead her into the office we’d agreed to meet in.

  I let her lead and she talks about our vision; our plan and all the men listen to her. Her soft voice ensures silence as everyone listens carefully to her.

  I sit back, watching with a huge smile on my face. She’s going to have them eating out of her hand by the end of this. She’s owning this meeting and none of them even have a clue that she’s mine.

  When she wraps things up she smiles and thanks everyone in that ultra-polite way of hers and they all seem stunned.

  “You knocked it out of the park,” I mumble in her ear as we leave. “We should go celebrate in style.”

  She nods. “Can I take a raincheck? I’m exhausted.”

  I wonder how I’m going to pull this off. I’m going to get in her pants.

  I’m not the nice guy.

  I get what I want.

  And I want Vicki.

  I want her under me, writhing, moaning my name and begging me to give her more.

  “Sure.” I say trying not to let out a frustrated groan. “How’s tomorrow night? I’ll send a car.”

  5

  Vicki

  Last night Michael dropped me off at home without more than a kiss on the cheek, so I was pleasantly surprised by the voicemail he’d left me this morning. See you at seven.

  It’s so sweet of him to send his limo to pick me up. Even now my heartbeat speeds up in my chest as I step out of the stretch and thank the driver. He pulls away from the curb and I adjust my dress with both hands while holding my clutch under my arm. The heat from the day still clings to the air and my eyes itch from the dry air of Vegas, but I don’t dare touch them. If I do, I’ll smudge my mascara and showing up to dinner with Michael Hanson with smudged makeup seems like a terrible idea.

  I’m not going to stress about this. I’m not going to read too much into it. He’s my boss. He’s just being nice to the new girl in town.

  I’m here. I text, standing in the casino in front of the five-star restaurant, gathering my composure before daring come closer.

  I know. For some reason, his response sends a shiver down my spine. I’m so dang excited about this dinner with him.

  I take it with a smile, stunned by the sudden hum in my core as we touch. He hesitates, then leads me inside.

  “So how was the drive over?” he asks, glancing down at me with a slight upward curve at the corners of his lips.

  “It was great, thank you.”

  We make our way to our table, a quiet spot away from everyone else that’s so private I can’t even hear the casino bells.

  “I’m glad to hear that,” he says.

  A single candle on our table sets the tone for the evening and I sit in the chair he pulls out for me. “Thank you.” Impressed by his manners, I watch him take the chair opposite me. He nods his head.

  “Thank you for coming out with me. How do you like Vegas so far?” His eyes meet mine across the table and I lift my shoulders.

  “It’s okay. This restaurant is really nice.”

  He chuckles. “Glad you like it.”

  “Thanks.” I fall silent as the waitress drops off drink, an iced tea for me and something dark for him. She leaves with a smile and I glance at him. “Just iced tea, right?” I ask, arching an eyebrow at him. I don’t want a repeat of last time. I obviously don’t hold my liquor well.

  “Just tea.” He smiles and I’m touched he knows I like tea.

  As we order and talk and laugh, share our reasons for loving our work and him admitting how impressed he is with my ideas, I find myself losing my head. I like him. I want to spend more time with him. And I want him to take me home.

  As the plates are cleared and we wind down, I realize it’s gotten late. I’ve never had so much fun with anyone before.

  I reach out to take his drink and give it a sniff. The smell burns my nose and he reaches out to take it from me. “That’s not something you’d like.”

  I grin and take a sip, watching his eyes widen. I take another sip, then wince as the sting burns a trail of fire down my throat.

  “Okay, you’re right.” The alcohol hits my stomach like fire water and I hand it back as my eyes water and overflow down my cheeks. He takes my face in his hands and uses the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the escaping tears. “I swear I’m not emotional. That stuff is just strong.” I cough a little, feeling like I could light the fumes and put on a fire show with my breath.

  He chuckles. “You’re sexy as hell, you know that?”

  I shake my head. “You’re the sexy one.” The alcohol hits my brain and lips at the same time, loosening my mouth and blurring my thoughts.

  “Oh yeah?” he murmurs. He stands up. “Let’s get you out of here.”

  I’m all in.

  It’s stupid, I know, but I want more from him. I want him to keep all the promises his eyes were making all night long across the table. I want the excitement and fire he’d had when talking about work to be there when he kisses me. God, how I want him to kiss me!

  He’s my boss. Not my boyfriend. I need to remember that before I get myself into trouble.

  “Right over here,” He says as we walk toward an elevator. Once we're on, he punches in a code for the top floor and the doors close. He wraps his arm around me and I snuggle into him. It feels good to be held close like this. His strong arms feel safe from anything the world can throw at me.

  When we finally step into our room, I’m stunned. It’s a penthouse with a view of the whole city.

  “Oh, it’s beautiful,” I breathe the words as his hand catches mine and he pulls me around to look me in the eye. “You once said I should be with a woman like you.”

  My heart slams in my chest and my mouth goes dry as I stare up at him. Without thinking about it, I rise up on tiptoe and kiss him.

  My sweet, innocent kiss is quickly taken over by his demanding lips and his hands quickly free me of my clothing. His clothing follows as he moves me backward, step by step toward what I assume is the bed. But instead, he picks me up and suddenly we’re sinking into hot water.

  I pull away and realize we’re in a hot tub for two in front of all the windows. And I’m naked. I gasp and he’s quick to whisper in my ear. “No one can see you. Unless thinking they can makes it better for you.” His hand slips between my thighs and his thumb presses between my lips.

  He growls. “You’re ready for me.”

  I nod.

  “You like the thought of people watching?”

  I nod again, loving the burst of naughtiness and excitement that I feel right now. He bends me over the edge so my whole upper body is well within the view of the windows and presses his cock up into me in one sudden, harsh thrust that wrings a moan from my lips.

  He’s so big and hard it’s enough to steal the breath right out of my lungs and right away he sets a punishing pace, ramming into me so hard my tits bounce. In the window I catch my
reflection and realize I can see myself and him behind me.

  His powerful arms strain as he grips my hips and slides into me over and over and over again. The hot water swirls around us and he shifts a bit. In the reflection I see him touch a panel and suddenly a jet is streaming right at my clit. I gasp as the pleasure overwhelms me.

  He fucks me hard, fast, with a desperation that’s unexpected and wonderful and before I can so much as warn him, my belly knots up and I give into the pleasure with a cry of shock and joy.

  Ripples explode through me bringing wave after wave of pleasure. Moans break over my lips and I don’t hold them back and be quiet. I don’t care who hears us or sees us.

  “Fuck,” he grinds out. “I’m not going to last. You fucking feel incredible when you come.” His words a shiver down my back and excitement ramps up in me again. I wonder for a dazed second if he can make me come again so soon or if I’m just being crazy.

  With his words thrown between us like some unnecessary warning, he rams into me again, forcing my body to stretch to its limit and leaving me certain I’m about to split at the seams. I cry out and he shudders, filling my belly with heat. Goosebumps break out of every inch of my skin and my whole body goes limp.

  He’s quick to gather me into his arms and we relax in the hot water. Straddling his lap, I cling to him. “I’m old enough to be your father,” he groans.

  His age doesn’t bother me one bit. Hell, it might be more of a turn on, not less of one. I moan and his cock stirs under me. “Oh, don’t be silly. Daddy.”

  He growls, his cock leaping to life once more.

  6

  Michael

  I’ve never been with a woman as young as Vicki. And why the fuck do I care? If she’s fine with it, I’m fine with it. I’m not going to marry her. Just enjoy her as long as she’s willing.

  But I’m not even sure about that after tonight. At dinner we’d gotten along like two peas in a pod. We finished each other’s thoughts and she never looked as beautiful as when she discussed the different rigging systems she’d thought up or talked about natural light vs. artificial light and the effects both had on the brain.

  Maybe they were boring subjects by themselves but listening to her talk about them in her animated, excited tone had me on the edge of my seat.

  “I need you again.” I can’t get enough of her. Nestling my head in the curve of her neck, I wonder how she is so reserved yet straightforward at the same time. She admitted liking the thought of people watching her through the window, even as she blushed.

  Closet voyeur? I wonder what else she likes.

  Her hips move, rubbing her pussy on my hard cock. I turn to lay on my back, and she straddles me and sinks down on my cock with a gasp of pleasure. Her wide eyes meet mine and her lips form a perfect ‘o’ of shock and pleasure

  I grab her hips and her arms settle on my shoulders. With every forward motion her tits brush my chest. Her tightly pebbled nipples beg for my mouth, but her gaze won’t let me go long enough to do anything other than stare.

  She leans into me, her sweet scent filling my nose as she clings tightly to me. Her hips buck hard and fast, riding my cock like she’s desperate for everything I’m willing to give her. And fuck, I want to give her everything.

  “You’re so goddammed beautiful.” I brush her tawny, red-streaked hair off her shoulder and kiss her soft skin before digging my teeth in a bit. She gasps, her hips jolting hard as I let her go and kiss the spot to ease the sting.

  She shifts a bit and I grab her ass in both hands, holding her still even as she tries to keep grinding. I have a great view of her perfect tits and sexy body while she’s up there.

  Her motions grow desperate and I know she’s on the edge. “Mmm, good girl. Come for me.” I growl the words at her and she gasps, her eyes locked on mine even as I study her body.

  “Perfect,” I say, running a hand up the curve of her hip to her ribs to cup her tit in my hand. The full, firm flesh of her breast is mouthwatering and I run the pad of my thumb over her nipple as her walls twitch and tighten around my swollen, aching cock.

  Suddenly her body clamps down around me and her internal muscles milk me so hard bright spots dance before my eyes. Fucking hell this woman is going to be the end of me. As she ripples around me, pulling my own orgasm from my balls, I can’t hold back.

  With a growl, I fill her full and she shudders and then slumps into my chest.

  Her breathing deepens and evens out and she rolls back onto the bed. “Are you okay?” I ask and her eyes brighten.

  “Never better.” She replies in a low whisper.

  Fuck. I’m in deep. I want her again. I want more. I want her.

  My hand traces down her belly and between her thighs. I slip a finger between the nest of curls and find her clit. She moans and shifts, opens and eye and peeks at me, then close it with a smile on her lips.

  It’s all the okay I need. I continue teasing the button before whipping the sheet back and capturing her nipple in my mouth and suckling. Her back arches and she cries out, her hands quickly gripping the sides of my head. But she doesn’t push me away. Oh no, she pulls me closer.

  With a growl of approval I tongue her nipple. She whimpers and moans, her hips bucking into my hand as I continue to pressure the little nub there, ready for her to come again.

  I slowly release the suction on her nipple and lick the pink skin. “Come for me.”

  “Yes daddy.” She whimpers the words and my cock throbs, aching with need for her again. Watching her moan and squirm and come closer and closer to losing herself boosts my ego. She’s so young, so beautiful and she’s mine. She might not know it yet, but she’s mine.

  “Oh, Daddy!” She shouts and heat roars though me like fire. Her whole body shudders and begins to tremble so hard I’m worried for a second that I’m hurting her. But the satisfied smile on her lips tells me otherwise.

  Her hips ease up their motion and her back relaxes into the bed as I slide my fingers inside her soaking wet pussy. “You feel so good. I want you again.” I sink my teeth into the sweet spot on her shoulder and she nods.

  “So take me.” Her eyes open and she blinks at me, her shy expression only enflaming my desire even more.

  I don’t need another invitation. Rearing up on my knees, I grab her hips and pull her up and back into me. My cock aches, throbbing with a need for her hot, wet cunt and I slide into her. With every thrust her ass bounces and her hips turn redder under my forceful hold. But her happy, turned on noises tell me she is loving every second, so I keep going.

  I lose myself in her.

  “Fuck me harder, daddy!” Her gleeful cry heats my blood and I ram into her even harder.

  Fuck, I never knew being called Daddy was my thing, but clearly it’s my fucking thing.

  I’m mesmerized by the ripples of her ass every time I pound into her and heat begins to trickle through me as my balls pull close. There’s no taking my time with this woman. There’s no slow and gentle, no holding back the pleasure. She’s got me revving like I’m only twenty-three too and it’s fucking intoxicating as hell.

  “I’m…!” She collapses, her body shuddering around me and I follow her into the orgasm. My body streams into her, filling her full as I pull her back on my cock as hard as I can. I want to be as deep in her as I possibly can, want to push it as deep as possible.

  We both collapse side by side on the bed and she pulls the sheet over us before curling into me like a happy kitty. With a satisfied sound, she adjusts, her ass pressed right up to my cock and my body starts to stir again.

  It’s going to be a long fucking night.

  And she’s not going to be able to walk by the end of it.

  I wake at first light and she’s still asleep. Considering I’d woken her several times throughout the night for hot, quick fucking sessions, I’m not surprised she’s still tired. I pull her close and she stirs slightly. She wiggles her ass, pressing to my morning wood like she’s ready for more too.


  But it’s morning and I know I’ve fucked up.

  I’m her fucking boss.

  But damn I want her. Giving into the urge, I slip into her and begin to ease in and out more gently than I’ve done any other time. But she impatiently begins to bounce against me, forcing a faster pace. I reach a hand around her hip and find her clit. As I work circles around the button, I nuzzle into her warm neck. The scent of sex and sweat cling to her, adding to her appeal and I just can’t fucking get enough of her.

  She comes on me almost instantly and I remember the thought I’d had last night. When I fuck her, she responds like she was made for me. But as I let go and come inside her, I realize I’m wrong – our bodies react like we were made for each other.

  “Good morning,” she whispers, her breath catching as her body jolts and jerks.

  “Good morning.” I kiss her hot cheek and stand up.

  After a quick shower, I offer to take her home.

  But she shakes her head and slip out of my room. I follow her, wondering why she’s suddenly giving me the cold shoulder now that our amazing night and morning together are drawing to a close.

  Uneasy, I remember all the times I’d fucked her without protection. It was unlike me to space safety, but she’d never asked for protection either.

  Did I just make a huge mistake?

  7

  Vicki

  I hurry into the building, heart pounding, silently begging the universe to not let our paths cross. I wasn’t sure how to get through the day after the weekend we’d shared and all the hot, animal daddy sex.

  I like him, though. He’s so hot and rich and amazing in bed. And he’s somehow got the mainline on my body and knows exactly what to do to get my engine revving. He loves it when I call him daddy and makes me come over and over and over again. How can I resist him? Damn it, I have to. He’s my boss and I need this job! I’m out of options, so I can’t screw this up.