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Hungry green eyes with traces of gold look up from between my legs. Eyes that tell me everything I already know about the person behind.
I know the type.
Daddy issues. A wealth of them.
A girl that wants a man who will give her the love and affection that she didn’t get from her father. A man that will let her sit on his lap, call her princess, and five minutes later spank her pretty little ass pink.
I run my hand through the hair of the green-eyed goddess in front of me and pull at the wild curly brown locks that I’d long released from the confines of the bun at the nape of her neck.
The gold flecks in her eyes reflect off my Rolex and I watch them widen at the watch that I’m sure she knows it costs more than her salary.
Her eyes flit back to me before fluttering closed as she continues to take me in her mouth and force my dick down her throat. She sputters and chokes slightly as she goes too far and my dick hardens more in appreciation as drool forms at the corners of her mouth.
“You’re such a pretty little doll, aren’t you? Are you going to be a good girl and make me come?” She nods, giving me a look that tells me she’s dying for my praise. Eyes that bore into mine and practically beg for me to tell her that she’s doing a good job. I grip her face pushing my dick further and harder into her mouth and I watch as the tears form in her eyes and run down her cheeks. Streaks of black trickle down her ivory skin and hit the hardwood floor of my office.
But she doesn’t let up. Years of feeling like she’d let her father down. Feelings that told her she wasn’t good enough and that she would never be good enough push her forward, determined to make me come.
Preston will kill me when he finds out that I’ve fucked yet another one of his paralegals. But honestly, he had only himself to blame. Stop hiring highly fuckable women. You know I’m a man going through a brutal divorce.
I grunt, thinking about my soon to be ex-wife, Jana Fucking West. The mother of my son and also the devil in disguise. My phone beeps, and I welcome the distraction from thinking about the woman who is gunning for half of my money and even more than half of all my properties.
P. Mitchell: Be there in ten.
“Fuck.” I groan. “If you even have a prayer at getting off, I’d work quicker. I need you out of here in eight and a half minutes.”
I feel her lip tremble slightly under my dick before she lets it slide out of her mouth. I shoot her a look, wondering what exactly she thinks she’s doing. “Can’t we just have sex?” I glower at her, wanting her to feel the heat of my disappointment, and I see her eyes preparing to backtrack. “I just mean…”
“Let me get this straight,” I rub my cock from root to tip in front of her face. “You tease me for the entire length of this morning’s meeting, running that sinful tongue all over that goddamn pen. You send me the obscenest texts last night when you were out with your friends of just what you wanted to do with my dick today, and now…you’re backing out?”
“I’m not, I just…”
“Oh, Olivia.” I emphasize her full name and I watch as she shrinks beneath my gaze. I usually call her Liv or Livi like everyone, but I use Olivia to be a dick. To remind her of the other man who called her that.
Her eyes well up with tears as she stands and straightens her navy pencil skirt. “I’m done with this. This isn’t good for me.” I blink, preparing for the inevitable tantrum that is just moments away. “You’re cold and hurtful and…”
“But I eat your pussy better than anyone ever will. You’re not going anywhere, pretty girl. You’re addicted to this. To how I make you feel. To how this makes you feel. I’ve ruined you for other men, Olivia, and you know it.”
She tucks an errant curl behind her ear and looks at the floor, unable to meet my gaze. “You’re married.”
My heart has been enclosed in a block of ice for what seems like a full year, and Olivia seems to be wielding an ice pick. Do not go down this road with disposable pussy, West. “I’m separated, which you know, so I’m failing to see your point.”
“I work here. This is against the no-fraternization policy.”
“Cute.” I pull my pants up, realizing that my best friend and partner will be walking through my door in less than five minutes and there was no chance I’d be coming before then. I straighten my tie and fiddle with my cufflinks to ignore her imploring eyes.
“I’ll sue for…sexual harassment.”
My blood runs cold and a chill slithers down my spine. But then I remember who the fuck I am: a ruthless lawyer with an axe to grind with a large number of the female population having been burned by one and feeling the need to take it out on the rest of them. Call her fucking bluff.
“You’d do that?”
She’s silent, and I know I’ve got her. Olivia may be pissed, but she wouldn’t do that. Not when she was the one that came to me. Not when she was the one to initiate the first interaction. Girls like Olivia thrived on men with power. They wanted in, no matter what it took. Too bad all the women want Preston at first. And Preston Mitchell, who has been hopelessly in love with his wife since the moment he’d laid eyes on her, is never going to fucking stray.
They want the hero they can’t have.
So, they come to me and it made me realize that they don’t really want the hero.
They wanted the villain.
