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It’s not a fuck I want. I can get that anywhere from anyone. It’s her mind and soul that I want to possess. I want to own her. I want her to own me. But it’s all so wrong. So wrong that I come harder than I’ve ever come before, spilling a gallon’s worth of seed into my own damned hand.
I black out for a blissful moment, shuddering with the aftershocks. I finally open my eyes. My hand is covered with come and I imagine Willow licking my palm clean, her pink tongue lapping it up like a kitten and looking up at me with those big green eyes as she says, “Please, Daddy, I want more.”
I curse as my dick twitches. Goddammit, I came so hard I should be good for the next year. But knowing that Willow is in the next room while I jerked off to my filthy fantasies of her just makes me even hungrier for the real thing.
CHAPTER 4
WILLOW
I frown at Tim as he returns to his office. He looks troubled, but his face smooths out to a bland mask when he sees me. He closes the door behind him, but it can’t muffle the sound of classical music suddenly blasting from Con’s office.
“What’s going on?” I ask, trying to be casual.
Tim shrugs. “Oh, it’s nothing, Willow. Mr. Romano often works with the music on. You’ll get used to it. He’s not a fan of Christmas tunes.”
I raise a skeptical brow. “I like classical music, but the volume is high enough to wake Bach from his grave.”
Tim chuckles. “Yes, it’s definitely loud now, but it doesn’t usually last too long. Since the music will probably be too distracting to go over our data systems as I planned, why don’t you do some filing instead?”
I sigh internally. Filing is my least favorite admin task, but I knew that chances were high I wouldn’t be able to avoid it for long. I won’t protest, though. If I want more time with Con I will need to win Tim over—it’s clear to me he is protective of Con and will run interference. Tim doesn’t know what to make of me, yet. It’s only been three days, but he has picked up on the tension between us. A dead person could pick up on it.
For Tim’s sake and mine, I hope Con gives in soon. I’m running out of white clothes to wear. Pasting on a smile, I nod. “I’m happy to file, just show me where.”
For the next ten minutes I file efficiently, glancing at each document before I place it in its correct folder. Thanks to all the attention I’ve paid to Con and my father’s conversations through the years I recognize many of the business transactions the paperwork deals with. Most of it a testament to Con’s brilliance in business and truthfully, if I were here for professional experience I would be ecstatic—I know I would learn a lot from Con.
I smirk to myself. I do want Con to teach me, his most diligent pupil—business just isn’t my preferred choice of study. But I’m sure Con is a superb teacher, no matter the subject.
Lost in my role-play fantasies of Con, I’m barely aware of the music shutting off. I’m almost finished when Tim walks up and says brightly, “Fantastic, you’re nearly done with the first batch—here’s some more!”
I bite my lip to suppress a groan. I turn to take the papers from him, but he misjudges the handoff and a bunch of it flutters to the floor. Well, crap, bending down is going to be a bitch between my skirt and heels. I just hope I don’t split any seams.
“Sorry about that, here, let me help you!” Tim says as he kneels to grab at the strewn papers. I bend at the waist—my skirt is so tight I can’t crouch without hiking up my skirt and I have no wish to flash my lacy white panties or thigh-high stockings to Tim. Nope, only one man gets to play between my legs. I end up with my torso down and my ass sticking up as I gather up papers, and I’m thankful that Tim gets the rest before all the blood rushes to my head.
Tim gets up before I do. As I slowly straighten like some geriatric lady, he says, “Here, take my hand.”
Before I can grasp his hand, I hear a familiar voice growl, “What the hell is going on here?”
Tim and I turn as one to see furious eyes boring holes into our skulls. A wise woman would’ve scuttled out of the room before the storm erupted and rained fire down on her head. I’ve never chosen the wise road once in my life and I’m not going to start now.
I’m finally upright and cock my hip out. “What’s it look like?”
