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"It's not your money I want," she purrs.
"Then what?" My words brush her lips with every breath I take. I'm fucking struggling not to break my own rules here.
"Your cock."
She kisses me.
Her lips are soft and infuriatingly not close enough. She tastes like bubblegum. I know the moment our lips touch I've already lost my battle.
There's something here, an undeniable connection neither of us can ignore. I feel it in every heartbeat when she's close to me, in the way her lips shape out my name and I swallow the word whole, from her lips, onto mine. Fuck. My cock is going to burst through my pants at this fucking rate.
She pulls back. Her lips are shiny and raw from my stubble and she's avoiding my gaze now. "Sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
"Why not?" I counter. "That's what you're here for, isn't it?"
She doesn't answer, just slides the tiniest leather jacket off her frame. She sits before me in just that sinful little dress, the fishnets and those slutty boots, a vixen waiting to break my fucking heart. And I let her right in. Fucking hand her the hammer so she can smash me to pieces.
"Do you want me to take my clothes off?" she asks.
"How do you usually do this?"
"You're my first time," she smiles.
"Oh?" I can't help but laugh out loud. "How come I'm your test bunny?"
"I had to start somewhere." Her eyes sparkle darkly. "And I know you want me. So why not you?"
I turn on some music and walk from behind my desk to the bar to pour myself another drink.
"One for me too, please," she says.
"I don't think so. Not old enough."
She scoffs. "Old enough to fuck you, but not old enough to have a drink?"
"Precisely," I grin darkly. "I'm glad you understand, trouble."
I pour myself another whisky and hand her a Coke. She turns her nose up at it but accepts it anyway.
We're both avoiding the moment we finally get to do this... But I can't go there yet. I need... more. Just like she did two years ago. I'm fucking thirsty for more Willa, to drink her in, to experience her in full the way she was meant to be enjoyed. We sit down on the opposing chairs in my office, and I watch her closely. The fire in my modern hearth burns brightly. It's a beautiful night, one made for sin.
Neither of us speaks. For a while, we merely watch each other, drinking it all in. But then Willa picks herself up, not saying a word, merely sliding her panties down from under her dress. Her fishnets are stockings, and the panties she hands me are a white lace. I swallow and watch her sit back down as if nothing's happened at all.
I pocket her thong.
I tell myself I won’t regret this, already knowing I will. And I let myself go down the rabbit hole with her.
Chapter 3
Willa
"Aren't you going to come here and sit with me?"
His voice is dark and gravelly and everything I have imagined for years.
Raphael looks even better than the night I first met him. He's fucking hot in his expensive suit, salt-and-pepper hair and dark, stormy eyes. I want to fuck him. I've spent the last two years of my life preparing for it, after all. But now that the act is about to happen, I'm suddenly nervous. I'm reminded this is my first time. I'm reminded I have to make him feel this way too - obsessed with desire, only for me. I want him to crave me more with every taste I let him have.
I keep that in mind as I shrug, taking gulps of my Coke and doing my best not to show him just how nervous I am. "Why don't you ask me a little nicer?"
"Oh, I think you're a very confused little girl." Raphael's smirk promises a world of trouble if I don't obey. "You do as I say, not the other way around, trouble. And don't even try to pretend you don't want this as much as I do. I can see it in your eyes. You're so fucking desperate."
I purse my lips. I don't want him calling me out like this – it's embarrassing. And yet at the same time, it makes me even needier for more of his attention. But I'm not going to give in to his demands that easily. First, I have to wrap him around my little finger and make him work for my attention.
"You would be surprised at how well I can hold back." I bat my lashes innocently. "What about you, Daddy?"
I can tell the nickname I'm using does something to him. Raphael's knuckles whiten as he clenches his hands into fists and I can't fight the smile off my face, seeing the effect I have on this man who must be three times my age. My heart beats in anticipation of his next move and I'm eager to experience more of him. To know him the way no other woman does.
