Chapter 16
16
Ethan
S he’s only one room away.
One glass wall. Fifteen feet. Maybe less.
And still, it’s too damn far.
I’ve gone through three emails in the last hour and haven’t retained a word of any of them. The Japanese deal needs a few tiny tweaks requested by the attorneys. I should’ve taken care of it first thing this morning.
But it’s mid-afternoon.
And all I can think about is whether Pia’s shifted in her chair again, crossing those legs in that little navy skirt—the one she wears with the white blouse that shouldn’t be legal in an office.
Fuck.
This is getting out of hand.
I scrub a hand down my face and click aimlessly through my inbox again. A message from compliance. Another lunch invite from a client I don’t care about.
An email from Philip asking how things are going with Pia, because guys like him still don’t believe in texts. A follow-up email asking about a problematic client who needs personal handling, possibly with a joint video call on Friday.
Fuck .
The last thing I want is to talk to Philip. To look into his face and lie my ass off.
Because I sure as hell am not about to tell him I’ve been bending his niece over my kitchen island and teaching her what it sounds like when someone worships her. Spanking her ass bright red as she sobs and calls me daddy .
Yeah, I’m real mentor material.
And the worst part? I don’t regret a goddamn second of it.
This is reckless. Was reckless right from the jump.
I know what’s at stake. I know what I’ve built—my career, my name, this partnership—all of it could go up in smoke the second Philip finds out I’ve been making his niece come apart every night in my bed since Friday night.
But after that first taste, distance was never going to be part of the equation. Hell, I’m stunned it took me till Saturday night to tell her she was moving in.
Pia’s got this way of looking at me. Like I’m hers. Like she knows the kind of man I am but wants me anyway.
The first time she said maybe not my papa exactly , I swear my brain short-circuited and never recovered.
A knock at my door pulls me out of it.
“Come in,” I say, too fast.
It’s her.
Of course it is.
Hair in a low twist. Glossy lips. Big eyes that always look like they’re about to confess something scandalous, even when she’s only asking about files.
“Um, Maggie said you wanted these numbers for the Cresswell pitch deck,” she says, holding up a folder, all breathy and innocent like she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me.
Like she didn’t do her very best to swallow my cock in the shower this morning while she played with her little clit like I instructed her to, making us both late.
She steps into the office, quiet. Cautious. But her eyes lock on mine, and the air stretches tight between us.
I’m up before I realize it.
Moving around the desk. Taking the file from her hand and tossing it— actually tossing it —onto the nearest surface.
“Ethan,” she whispers, already breathless.
“Confidential archive room. Now,” I snap under my breath as I walk past her.
Maggie’s not at her desk, thank fuck. She’s become a glaring representation of a conscience I don’t need right now.
I key in the code to the room where we keep both electronic and physical copies of sensitive client material. It’s reserved only for partners and their staff. And the great thing is it’s lockable.
Pia walks in ten seconds after me.
“We’ve got five minutes,” I mutter, backing her into the storage alcove and kicking the door shut behind us. “No one will come in while I’m here.”
Her mouth curves, soft and wicked. “That doesn’t make it less inappropriate.”
I frame her face with both hands. “You saying no to daddy ?”
Her breath emerges shakily and her hands find my belt. “Never,” she gasps.
We sky-dive into kissing. The kind that leaves me sweating and desperate, her perfume all over me, her lips swollen when I pull away with a growl and press my forehead to hers. I’m barely holding the line by the time we come up for her.
“Turn around,” I grunt.
Her eyes go wide in mock shock. “Is there more, daddy?” she whispers, as if she’s not stroking my cock through my pants.
“I need to be inside you, baby. But then, we have to stop this,” I groan, still tasting her sweet mouth. “Fuck, we’re going to get caught.” But even that thoughts sends a zap of electricity through my veins.
“So stop,” she says, cheeky and smug.
I pull back and glare. “Do as you’re told and turn around, Pia. I have two balls full of cum for that tight little pussy. Then I’ll stop.”
She giggles—the sweetest fucking sound in the whole world—pivots on her heels, and presents me with her world-class ass, wrecking the last shreds of control I walked in here with.
Praying she’s wet enough because fuck if I have time for foreplay, I drag her panties down, watch the white scrap pool at her ankles. She barely steps one foot out before I’m kicking her legs apart, notching my cock at her entrance.
I take a shaky beat and swipe my crown through her lips, my breath punching out when I feel how wet she is. “Such a good girl, so wet and ready for daddy,” I croon, knowing the well-deserved praise will make her wetter. “Did you know I’ll need this, baby?”
“ Oui ,” she gasps as I push the first couple of inches inside, my eyes rolling when she stretches beautifully around me.
She’s still tight as fuck but I don’t have to worry I’m hurting her. Pia loves a bit of pain with her pleasure, a reminder that makes me even harder. She gasps again when I push in deeper.
“Tell me how you know,” I growl.
Tell me how I’m giving myself away, how I’m caring less about my work because I’m so fucking gone for you.
“I feel your eyes on… oh God …o-on me every second. Even when I’m not in your sight. And when I am…your eyes… God Ethan, that’s so deep!”
I smack her ass. “What did you just call me?”
“I’m sorry. Daddy… Papa …don’t stop, please,” she shriek-whispers.
I drop my head and watch my cock stroke in and out of her, glistening with her delicious slick. “How can I fucking stop? Tell me, how can I quit the tightest pussy in the world? How? I’m addicted to you, sweet girl. I can’t think about anything else when you’re with me. When you’re not all I want is have you back where I can see you.”
I’m aware I’m skating on thin, dangerous ice, exposing risky emotions. This could all blow up in my face if I don’t come up with a plan—and fast.
But she’s sobbing her pleasure, her cries rising, forcing me to clamp a hand over her mouth to stop us from being discovered. Or from any asshole hearing how insanely amazing she sounds when she’s being fucked.
She starts to tremble, her pussy spasming around my dick.
Pressure builds in my eager balls, ready to deliver their load.
I lean in close so my mouth is next to her ear. “A thousand horses couldn’t make me quit this pussy, do you hear me? Ten fucking thousand couldn’t stop me craving you. So every time you feel me needing you, you come to me. Because I know you need me just as much, don’t you?”
Her nod is shaky as fuck, her eyes fluttering like mad.
“Good. Now here’s daddy’s load. Be a good girl and lap it all up, keep it nice and safe in that gorgeous cunt.”
I’m barely done speaking before I’m exploding deep into her pussy, painting her inner walls in sticky cum that proclaims her as mine .
Another minute passes before I tug my hanky from my pocket, slide it against her hole before I pull out. As much as I want my cum dripping down her thighs, we’re at work, and protecting Pia is my priority.
I tuck myself in, zip up, then bend to help her put her panties back on.
Her swollen lips and glazed eyes are a dead giveaway of what we’ve been doing, but I have a plan for that too. “Go straight to my office. Do not talk to anyone. Not even Maggie. There’s a pile of files on the sofa. Review them and make notes of a marketing plan for each one, okay?”
“Yes, daddy,” she whispers, the beautiful sparkle in her eyes.
And I think… fuck, I think I may be falling for Pia Hyde.
The admission staggers me.
Back at my desk, I don’t even pretend to work. I lean back in my chair and stare out the window.
Well, I pretend to stare out the window, but what I’m actually doing is staring at Pia’s reflection. The way her eyes flick to me every other minute.
I said I’d handle it.
Told her— I’ll take care of it —like I already had a plan, like I had even the faintest idea how to sit down with Philip and tell him I’ve been banging the one girl in this whole damn city he told me to keep safe.
The guilt’s there, sure. The fear.
But mostly?
Mostly I’m drowning in my need for her. To touch her every damn minute. To drag her across the room and into my lap.
It’s not just lust anymore. Probably not even at the start.
It’s her . All her.
I feel like Pia was always destined to be mine.
I’m fast approaching burn-the-world-down status for this girl.
And I don’t even know whether I want to find the brakes to halt this train wreck.
* * *
Pia’s skin is still warm from the shower, damp curls pressed to my chest. Her leg is draped over my hip and the sheets are tangled around us, half-forgotten.
The windows are cracked to the summer night, the hum of the city outside like a lullaby neither of us is really hearing.
She sighs.
That soft, post-sated, perfect little sigh.
After watching her all afternoon and getting next to no work done, we were barely in the door before I fell on her again. I fucked her against the front door like a desperate, lust-steeped idiot.
And I loved every second of it.
You’ve loved every second of every moment you’ve spent with her, even when you were whining about temptation and forbidden fruit.
The alarming truth whistles through me, lighting up my atoms. I tighten my hold on her and kiss her bare shoulder when she sighs again, and hell, even her sighs are sexy. “You do that again and I’m going to have to fuck you all over again.”
She laughs, a lazy, happy sound. “I’m not stopping you.”
I roll her beneath me, elbows braced on either side of her head. Her eyes are wide, sleepy. Her smile is gentle. But there’s something else there, something that wasn’t there a week ago.
Apprehension .
Not of me.
Of tomorrow, of the time slipping through our fingers and all it means. I know it because I feel it too.
I kiss her slowly, taking my time.
I already fucked her twice tonight—once at the front door, and again here, in bed, missionary style, whispering unintelligibly against her throat like praise and prayers. But I’m not sated. Not really. Not when the clock is ticking this loud.
Her hands run through my hair, down my back. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I need to,” she says with that firm determination she weakened me with.
It’s my turn to sigh. To give in. “Okay.”
She swallows. “Do you think it’ll be different after?” she whispers. “When he finds out?”
My chest tightens. “Maybe.”
But she doesn’t miss the beat I take before answering. She bites her lip. “You hesitated.”
I roll off her, onto my back, staring at the ceiling like it’ll give me answers. “The honest truth is I don’t know what happens next, Pia.”
She curls into me, tracing circles on my chest. “Do you want it to end?”
I look at her.
At those big, hopeful eyes. At the girl who barged into my life with golden skin, sparking eyes, and a mouth that has no idea the kind of power it holds.
“Not a single second,” I say, and this time there’s no hesitation. I glare at her, daring her to mistake my look.
“Are you sure you don’t… regret it? I mean, you could have had anyone?—”
“Fuck no, and I suggest you quit while you’re ahead, unless you want daddy to show you what happens to good girls who turn bad and question him.”
Her smile is small. Soft.
I kiss her again, and this time it’s slow. Worshipful. My hands know every inch of her now, but I treat her like I’m learning all over again.
Like I don’t know how many more days and nights I’ll get.
She gasps when I press inside her, clutching at me like she’ll break apart if I let go.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper.
And I do. Here. Now.
But tomorrow…
Tomorrow, I might lose her.
Because Philip trusted me with her. And I’ve broken his trust. Broken every rule.
But the reckoning isn’t here yet.
And so I’m going to give and take every last scrap of pleasure I can before all hell breaks loose.