Page 17 of Fallen Dane

“That is what you all are going to piece together while I tend to my wife.”

“Goddamnit, Dad. We don’t want to hear that shit.”

I laugh at them. I know my sons. They are each going to be balls deep tonight in pussy they’ll fuck and never call again, but heaven forbid their forty-four-year-old father fucks his new wife.

“Then get the fuck out of my house if you don’t want to hear what’s about to go on here. Because I’m a fucking newlywed, and you all could use a little brother or sister.”

All three of them jump from their chairs.

“You can’t be serious,” Thorne snarls.

I wave them off. “Of course not. But I’m going to fuck my wife now. So leave.”

They all cast me annoyed glances, but the threat is effective, because I’ve never seen them leave my office so fast.

“Let me know as soon as you have the information,” I call after them. I don’t even know if they heard me. I better not see their faces again until they have it.

I pick up my phone and see that Whitney is dressed now. I push the button on the intercom. “Come to my office, Whitney.”

She jumps, and her eyes dart around the room.

“Third floor, second door on the left. Don’t keep me waiting.”

A few minutes later, there's a light knock on the door, and she pushes it open.

The minute I see her, my cock aches against my pants.

Her hair is still damp from the shower. She’s wearing jeans and a white tank top. She doesn’t have any makeup on. Damn. I won’t get to see those pretty streaks down her face when I punish her.

She comes further into the room, and I stand from my chair to meet her on the other side. I grip her throat and walk her backward until she hits the bookshelf. I can’t wait another second to have her.

“You touched yourself in the shower, didn’t you?”

She blinks. “I was washing—”

“Don’t lie to me, Whitney. That’s one thing I won’t stand for.”

“You were watching me?”

“I’m always watching you, kitten. And what did I tell you about touching yourself?”

She swallows hard. “That I’m not allowed to unless you say so.”

“Damn right. So now tell me what you did.”

She juts her chin out, and for a second, I think she might actually lie. That would be a big mistake.

“I touched myself,” she says finally, “but barely. It was just for a second—”

“You are going to learn to do as I say.” I release her throat and step back. “Take your fucking clothes off.”

She holds my gaze for a long moment. Then, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head.

Underneath is a white lace bra. She unfastens her jeans and slides them down her legs, revealing white lace panties to match. Fuck, I should frame those, too.

I grab her by the front of her panties and pull her against me. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

She reaches behind her and unfastens her bra, letting it fall loose between us. Her eyes meet mine, and there's all fire in them. “I am, too. Did it ever occur to you that you are doing exactly what I want?”