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CHAPTER 24
Rook
Her chest moved with a surprised inhale. Then her hands went to the velvet blue hairband, pulling it out. I took it from her and slid it in my pocket, then watched nimble fingers slide through her golden hair, undoing her braid. As she worked, I ran my own fingers through it—like running my fingers through liquid gold silk.
I’d wanted to do this from the day I saw her at the funeral.
When she was done, she folded her hand over mine, staring into my eyes. “What else?”
“Lay down on my desk.”
She didn’t hesitate, her dress sliding upwards as she lowered herself, revealing long tan legs. I didn’t touch them. “Put your hands over your head."
She slid them upwards, hooking and tightening her legs across my waist—trapping me there.
"Grip the edge and don't let go unless I tell you to. Is that understood?"
She nodded, her eyes wide, her fingers going over the edge of the desk to grip it tight.
I leaned backwards, my eyes trailing over her body. Silencing the voice in my head, telling me she was too young…she was Douglass’ daughter…I should be more like an uncle to her…I’d known her since the day she was born.
Instead, I took my time, letting my eyes roam, letting the tension in the room build between us. She had a freckle just below her collar, and another one on her left shoulder. Her hips were perfectly curved, just like her soft breasts, billowing from her dress. Her eyes were heated, staring at me, just like I was staring at her.
The pulse at her throat was softly hammering.
“You want me to touch you?” I asked her.
“Yes.” Her reply was immediate. Breathy.
“Then take off your dress.”
“But what if…” she didn’t finish, her throat bobbing.
“What if what?”
“What if someone comes in? They could see me.” Her voice was so meek, my little bunny.
“Do you trust me?” I asked. I’d already locked the door from a button on my desk, but she didn’t need to know that. All she had to do was trust me—and I was about to find out how much.
“Ye—es?”
“Is that a question?”
“Yes,” she was more certain now.
“Then take off your dress, and I promise you that no one will you see you naked.” Could she hear the possessiveness in my voice?
Letting go of the desk, she squirmed out of it, then pushed if off the desk. It pooled on the floor at my feet.
“Good girl,” I soothed, running a finger across her cheek and down her slender neck, then across the collar jutting from her chest. She eyed my suit, the tie still knotted at my throat, but didn’t mention anything. “Now put your hands back where they were.”
“Rook…” she obeyed, her eyes were closed, her voice begging.
I tugged her bra downward, revealing a beautifully, peach-shaped tit. Fucking gorgeous. Leaning over, I blew on it, the nipple pebbling with the cool air. So beautiful.
“Rook. Please.”
My hand moved of its own accord—I wasn't in control of my own body anymore. I slid fingers over the soft silk of her breast, and the bud hardened even more.
