Chapter 12
12
Ethan
“I know what I want to do.”
“Ethan?”
“Hmm?”
“I want to make another deal.”
Five minutes. That’s all I lasted after spending all morning and most of the afternoon with clients, ostensibly catching up for the meetings I canceled last week but really because I was avoiding Pia.
Five minutes before I summoned her into my office.
Five damn minutes before I ignored Maggie’s cool and questioning glares, ordered my intern into my presence, and shrouded my windows for privacy.
And even as I pray for mercy and forgiveness for every single sin I’ve ever committed—because that determined look in her eyes scares the crap out of me—I don’t send her away.
I’ve replayed that spank scene on my sofa and especially what came after.
My fountain pen bounces on the desk as her words ricochet around my office. The last place I should be thinking about sex and yet, here I am, thinking only about fucking my intern.
“I’m not spanking you again, Pia.” I inject as much headteacher sternness into my voice as possible. That’s what she was used to over there in Europe, wasn’t it?
She doesn’t look at all chastised. She simply nods like me refusing to spank her is a-okay.
“That’s ok. I don’t want to be spanked.”
The back of my neck heats up. Not with relief as should be the case. With deeper apprehension. “Good,” I say, but there’s a trace of disappointment in my voice. Dammit .
But she opens her mouth immediately and my heart jolts. “I want something else.”
My pen freezes but my insides turn lava hot as my cock extends down my leg, fueled by a thousand scenarios of what I can do to Pia. “And what is it that you want?”
She eyes me as she walks to my desk, all swaying hips and lightly bouncing tits, inhaling slowly, as if bracing herself.
Bracing us both.
She doesn’t stop when she reaches it but comes around to my side. Perches her juicy bottom—which must still be sore because I catch her faint wince—on the edge of my desk.
“I want to try the… soixante neuf ,” she whispers like it’s a dirty little secret.
“ Soixante …” I scramble to work out the numbers in my rudimentary French.
“Sixty-nine,” she supplies helpfully, face pink, eyes wide on mine.
Every single ounce of blood leaves my brain and rushes into my cock.
“Why are you doing this?” There’s a helpless surrender in my voice that would get me absolutely chomped on like shark bait at a negotiation table. And I don’t even care.
Hell, if I had a white flag handy I would be waving it by now, offering a hundred different things not to put me… us both… through this.
Because this sexy, innocent little slip of a young woman is killing me with her wide-eyed-ness and her husky-as-fuck demands.
And goddamn it all to hell… I’ve never felt more alive as I do right now.
As I did last night.
Maybe that’s why I was so disturbed.
Why I stood at my window staring into the dark long after she’d left. Because I’m almost two decades older than her, but her presence turns everything vivid. Sharper. Like I was living in muted lighting before she arrived and flipped the switch to sparkle.
She opens her mouth again and my hand flies up, still a little terrified she’s about to turn things even brighter. Even more irresistible.
“No! Don’t answer that. It was rhetorical.”
She frowns at the clear lie. Purses her lips and parts them again.
“Just fucking leave it, Pia. Okay?” I snap.
She starts to pout, then her gaze drops to my crotch, to the evidence that her request is far from unwelcome. And she smiles.
The saucy, gorgeous little minx.
“No,” I repeat. “Not gonna happen.”
She steps closer and I ease away like the fucking coward I am.
“And do not even think about pushing my buttons with a threat to get someone else to do it with you,” I warn.
Hurt flickers over her face. “I wouldn’t do that. After… after what we did last night I can’t stand the idea of anyone else doing that to me. You do it so well… daddy .”
Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
When I try to breathe next my lungs wheeze like I’m in the clutches of full-blown flu.
Is it even possible to die from an over-engorged dick? Because the way my lap is full of cock right now, I don’t think I have a drop of blood left anywhere in my body. “What did you just call me?” I rasp.
She looks a little unsure.
But she licks her lips as if she enjoys the taste of the label she just uttered. “Daddy? Or would you prefer Papa ?”
Fuck, did she just shiver saying that? And did my fucking dick get harder and leak like a damn faucet watching the names tumble from her mouth?
I know I’m already depraved and heading straight to hell for the thoughts I’ve had about Pia in the last couple of weeks. But if I do this, is there any turning back?
Do I want to?
“Where did you learn that?” I shake my head when the question leaves my mouth. I should be discouraging this madness. Sending her off to do more filing—un-spanked and definitely un- soixante-neuf -ed.
Instead my breath stalls as I await her answer. As I watch a deeper blush steal across her face, sink into her cheeks the way I want to sink some very needy parts of my body into that mouth.
Watch them bulge those very cheeks, maybe deliver a tap or two. Make her eyes water as I push deep, deeper into her throat.
Jesus.
“It was one of my audiobooks. The man… he asked her to call him that. And it seemed to turn her on.”
“So you thought you’d try it too? You know fiction isn’t real life, right?” Why do I sound like I’m dying? Oh yeah, because I fucking am!
“ Oui . Of course. But…” She stops. Sniffs. Then leans forward a fraction as if she’s about to whisper a secret, eyes spreading wider. “I tried saying it and… it gave me tingles.”
“Pia…” I groan. Helpless. “Who…who were you thinking about when you said that?”
“You, silly. Who else?”
Heaven save me. “Pia.”
“I had a feeling you would say no, Ethan, so I thought maybe you don’t have to go inside. Just… lick it a little bit. While I suck you, maybe?”
The guttural, agonized sound that fills the room, then? Yep, that’s me.
“Baby, stop. You’re playing with fire.” I shake my head. “You have no idea. None. Please.”
“I like it when you call me baby ,” she whispers, edging ever closer. You can call me baby when I call you daddy, oui ?”
Another couple inches and her knee will touch mine.
I can slide my wanting hand between her thighs, trail up her smooth young flesh, find out whether she’s as wet as her soft panting breaths, hard-as-fuck nipples, and that soft glazed look in her eyes suggests she might be.
The curt knock on my door followed by it opening kills that thought. “Your six o’clock is here, Mr. Villiers.”
Crap. Maggie calling me Mr. Villiers in that frosty tone says all manner of things. That either we have an audience or those judgy looks she’s been sending me have now gained voice.
I can warn her to watch her tone but really, isn’t she right to point out my insanity of risking everything I’ve worked so hard for?
I clear my throat. “I’ll be right there.”
Maggie glances at Pia, who’s folded her hands neatly in front of her as if she wasn’t discussing sucking my cock thirty seconds ago. “Pia, shouldn’t you get going? The other interns are waiting on you.”
“For what?” I bark before I can help myself, my green-eyed beast snarling awake.
Maggie’s gaze stays on Pia, like she’s sending her some sort of message. “She’s supposed to go out for drinks with the others. You should hurry, they’re heading out now.”
I look over Maggie’s shoulder and see a clutch of people hovering near her desk. Mostly of the male persuasion.
Waiting expectantly for the most beautiful young woman in the world to join them.
So they can fucking hit on her?
Over my fucking dead body.
“She’s not going,” I growl. “Tell them to go without her. Pia is coming to the meeting with me.”
“Mr. Villiers?—”
“That will be all, Maggie.” I grab the remote, hit the button that clears the glass, and make sure to aim my lethal gaze at every single one of the eager young bucks staring at Pia.
They hastily rearrange their features, some backing away toward the elevator as Maggie steps out.
I turn to Pia.
She’s watching me, eyes sparking with something.
I realize a moment later that it’s smugness .
She knew how I would react to the thought of her hanging out with those guys, every single one of whom would hit on her. Without fail.
Knew and anticipated I’d do something about it. The fucking minx.
“Go get the files and wait for me in the hall.” I need a minute to control myself. Greeting clients with my dick at full mast is not how I conduct business.
Pia is clever enough not to speak another word as she walks out. And I watch her go, my eyes fixed firmly on her round ass. The ass she wants me to part so I can lick the goodness in between.
And fuck, she would taste absolutely incredible.
I know this just from smelling her sweetness last night. She would whimper and squirm and call me daddy as I tongued her little clit and?—
Fuck. Enough!
With monumental willpower I find from fuck knows where, I force myself to switch my mind to business mode.
Japanese investors with the latest gadget on the market aimed at a social media demographic who will lap it up if we plan this right.
The investment they’re seeking is a hell of a lot, but it stands to make my firm billions. Put us squarely in an exclusive echelon of our own.
So don’t fuck it up.