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Her breasts were bare, creamy with pink nipples, and my cock couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, Leah.” I shot my load, stroking until my dick was empty and could fit in my pants again. I stood there as the pleasure of release was replaced by repulsion.

“Only six more weeks,” I told myself as I grabbed a towel to wipe off the cum that missed the toilet. I washed my hands and then fastened my pants.

I stared at myself in the mirror again. “Who the fuck are you?” I’d loved women and sex since I found my father’s girlie magazine when I was thirteen and later fucked my father’s secretary when I was sixteen. Jesus, I was just like him, except I was a widower and my father was three times divorced, and no doubt looking for wife number four.

Me? I was done with marriage. I didn’t have anything against it per se. Valerie and I had a good marriage, but only because we had our priorities in place; build a profitable business and have lots of creative sex. And boy did we. When we’d made enough money to move into this building in downtown Manhattan, we splurged on sound proofing my office, so when she modeled the lingerie or we needed to test a toy, we could do it right then and there and not worry about staff hearing her scream as she came.

Did we soundproof the bathroom? Fuck. Just what I needed, for Leah to have heard me. I wasn’t sure she’d mind. I knew women, and I was certain from the way she’d look at me that Leah would enjoy making my fantasy real, which was part of why this unbearable lust was so fucking hard.

“She’s Henry’s daughter,” I reminded myself. I’d never be able to look him in the eyes again if I did his daughter.

Straightening my tie, and combing my dark hair back with my fingers, I got ready to face Leah. “Keep it together, Cox.”

I opened the door and stepped out into my office. I took one look at Leah, and my cock sprang back to life, full-tilt.

Chapter 2

Leah

I was about to have the thrill of my life, or the humiliation of a lifetime. It all hinged on what Sebastian Cox would do.

I’d been lusting after Sebastian since I was 19 years old, and he showed an interest in me at one of my father’s gatherings. When Sebastian learned that his friend was my father, he backed off, and for the last four years, has been kind, but always distant.

It was no mistake that I asked Sebastian if I could spend the second year of my MBA program interning for his company, Sensual Delights. My interest was in business and design, both of which his company offered. In fact, I helped design a bra and panty set for their new line. In my design, the bra cups were sheer to show off the wearer’s nipples. It was something I knew men liked even though I had no experience.

I was wearing that bra and panty set… it was all I was wearing now, because I was determined that Sebastian be the first man to touch me.

“Jesus, Leah! What are you doing?” He sounded annoyed, but I was sure it was desire I saw in his eyes.

“This is the set I helped design.” I saw his erection growing behind the zipper of his expensive slacks, and it gave me courage. I felt sure he was attracted to me. When he went into the bathroom, I’d seen the tent in his pants. I’d gone to the door, and my suspicions of his attraction to me was confirmed when I heard him say, “Fuck Leah,” and then groan. I might not have experience, but I knew he was jacking off to thoughts of me.

“Yes, I know, but…” His eyes were fixated on my breasts.

My nipples puckered and began to ache. “It’s working I see.”

His facial features darkened. “Leah…” He didn’t seem to know what to say. “I’m your mentor.”

Feeling emboldened by his reaction, I waggled my brows. “I know. I figure a man who runs a billion-dollar adult satisfaction business would know how to mentor me in more intimate areas of how his products work.”

“There are plenty of other men who can help teach you that.” Then he frowned. “Surely you’ve already had… some lessons.”

I shook my head, feeling both excited and nervous.

“Jesus.” His eyes flashed with heat, making my pussy wetter than it already was. “You need to get dressed. This is wrong.”

“It’s not wrong if we both want it.”

“It could ruin me.”

I cocked my head. I didn’t want to hurt him. “What?”

“My board would kick my ass out of my own business if I touched you.”

I was encouraged by the fact that he wasn’t saying he didn’t want me. Of course, that would have been futile because his massive erection would contradict that.

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