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Agitation twists in me and I open my second bottle, ramming the pungent alcohol down my throat. Considering my size, I need a lot and the only thing that takes my mind off Nell is numbing myself. But even then I have dreams about her, delirious dreams where she’s inching her way down my cock, letting out little pants that tell me she’s untrained.
A little virgin that needs to be broken in and I let out a curse, guzzling more bourbon down my throat. I need to find a way to keep her here. Otherwise I might lose my mind. Sitting in my office chair, I start drifting off, lips curling in my sleep when Nell starts feeling so real that I can almost touch her...
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The next morning I’m standing outside of her bedroom and she shoots me a surprised look, even though she should be used to me waiting on her like a guard dog by now.
“Good morning, Mr. Smith,” she breathes and I shove my hands into my pockets.
“Is it?” I ask and a muscle works like clockwork in my jaw, my dick working twice as hard at the sheer sight of her. Even sleepy she is prettier than anything else this world has to offer.
“I think so,” she says unsurely, her face flushing with health. “It’s pretty sunny out, birds are twittering...” She trails off, looking at me carefully. “Is everything okay?”
No. Everything is not okay.
“Why do you ask?” I say and she squirms.
“Just that every morning when I see you, you have dark circles under your eyes and you seem a little...disheveled.”
That’s because every evening when she leaves to sleep in a bed without me, I take out the bottle, drive myself crazy with dreams about her and wake up in my office chair with sticky slacks from having ejaculated in my sleep.
“I’m fine,” I mutter, “but I’m going to have to have you clean my office.”
“Mr. Smith,” she murmurs with innocent eyes, “I cleaned your office yesterday and the day before that.”
She’s on to me. But I don’t care about playing it discreet.
“And I need you to do it once more,” I say and she nods.
“I’ll be right up.”
When she walks into my office I’m already seated behind my desk to hide my raging erection. Giving me a quick smile, she begins by cleaning the shelves and I watch her intently. Her hair is hanging loose, almost down to her waist and she’s wearing fishnets.
She probably has no idea just how sexy she looks, her movements natural and professional and she never tries to put on a show. She oozes sex like I ooze power. Together we’d be a lethal combination. Leaning back in my leather chair I say,
“Tell me something about you, Nell.” I’m curious about her and yet the question makes her tense and her face moves twitchingly in my direction.
“About me?” she says in a low voice. “Um, I’m afraid there’s not that much to tell.”
A little cagey then. I rub my neck, wondering how to work around that.
“But what about you Mr. Smith?” she asks softly. “You’re pretty young for having a twenty year old daughter.”
My eyes warm at the way she says that. “I had Lulu when I was seventeen, a result of a one night stand. Her mother was a couple of years older than me but she thought she was too young to have a baby so she left Lulu with me.”
Nell tenses, a look of compassion crossing over her face like she understands how damn difficult it is for a teenage boy to be handed a kid right out of the blue. “Did your parents help in raising her?”
I shake my head. “My mother had died years ago. My father’s a well-known business mogul and he said he wouldn’t disinherit me but only if I gave Lulu up for adoption.”
Gasping, she stops dusting and looks at me with glassy eyes. “He gave you an ultimatum?”
“Yeah. Only that I couldn’t accept giving my daughter away. The second she wrapped her fingers around mine, she had my heart.”
I remember it like yesterday. I’d gotten kicked out of my father’s home and standing on the street with a bundle in my arms I felt like the world’s most lost kid. But then I stared into my daughter’s trusting eyes and understood that she was more important than me. And that I was going to do everything I could to give her a good life.
Looking down, Nell plays with the edge of her apron. “Most men...most boys your age probably wouldn’t have done what you did,” she murmurs and I shrug.
“Probably not,” I mutter back and she glances at me.
