Craving his daughter's best friend

THEODORE

God, I wanted to ruin her.

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get her out of my head. I drowned out the voices from the conference call I was on with a few other business men as I filled my glass again with the bottle of whiskey before downing it all in one try. 

The liquid burned down my throat, but it still wasn't enough to get Eliana out of my head. It wasn't enough to quiet down the ache I felt in my cock each time she was in sight. That woman burned me more than any whiskey ever did.

I wanted to not just ruin her, but I wanted to do it so that no other man could ever do it. I wanted to stretch her open with my cock until she cried my name out in pleasure. I wanted to be buried so deep in her that every other man would know she belonged to me at just a glance. My heart raced fast as the thought dawned on me—after 15 years, I was attracted to another woman.

I had not felt any attraction for anyone since Anna died. Fifteen years of silence, of just having sex but never feeling anything for them, different women have been in and out of my bed but I had never felt this instant burning attraction for them since Anna died. I got any woman I wanted but they all wanted more than the sex, which I couldn't give them.

I had not broken my rule of not taking a woman to bed more than once. Fifteen good years of burying myself only in work, ignoring those women who tried to crawl into my bed just because they wanted my name and my power,until she appeared in my company.

Eliana Ashcroft had been very off-limits from the beginning. Even the mention of her name made my jaw tighten and did crazy things to me. Her hazel colored eyes made me want to drown in them. She was like a drug in my system, and it's been just two weeks. That's all it took for her to get under my skin.

I had been watching her for the past two weeks. How my senses came so alive anytime she stepped into a room I was in, the smell of flowers and lavender filling my nose up each time. How she looked so sexy whenever her soft little mouth wrapped around the top of a pen. I so desperately wanted it to be my cock each time. Two weeks of watching her bite down on that fucking lip. It was my goddamn weakness.

And the worst part was that she had no clue. She had no idea of how everything she did affected me. Of how I had to sit still at my desk each time I watched her leave my office, her ass swaying left and right as she walked away.

And Christ, the way other men looked at her made my blood boil each time, and the innocent smiles she gave them didn't help matters. Just remembering that idiot by the typing machine yesterday flirting with her, leaning too close, and touching her hand made me so angry. I fought hard with the urge to walk up to them and to break his fucking fingers that touched something that was mine.

I had spent my whole life building an empire on discipline and self-control, and yet, here I was, finding it so hard to control my dick anytime she came into my view.

The knock on my door broke me from my thoughts, and my secretary's voice filtered through the door. "Mr Blackwell,"

"Come in."

"Miss Ashcroft wishes to see you, sir. I asked her to leave because she didn't make any appointments before coming, but she..."

"Let her in," I cut her off halfway.

"Sir?"

"Let her in and you can go back to work," I repeated, and she nodded before leaving my office. A few seconds later, another knock sounded, softer than before, and the hair on my skin stood instantly because I knew who it was.

The door opened, and she peeked in first before coming in. I stared hard at her, following her every move. Her black skirt clung to her thighs, stopping just above her knees. Her pink blouse was buttoned neatly, and her hair was tied up in a high ponytail as usual, exposing her beautiful neck. Oh, how I wanted to wrap that ponytail around my hand, yank her head back, and slide my cock between her lips until she gagged and choked on it.

"Mr. Blackwell," she said softly, fiddling with her fingers before her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

Fuck, why did she do that every damn time?

My body snapped, and I found myself saying before I could stop, "Why do you keep doing that thing?"

Her brows furrowed. "What thing?" she asked, her lip still between my teeth.

"That," I nearly groaned while staring at her lips.

She let it go slowly, as her eyes darted up at me, wide, when she realized what I was talking about. But just as if she were daring me, she bit it again and her hazel eyes lit up with a spark.

Fuck this. I pushed back from my desk and crossed the room to stand in front of her. She watched me slowly, staying in place as my hand found her waist before I could even stop myself.

Her eyes dropped as she stared at my hand; for a second I thought she was going to push my hand away and wiggle out of my touch, but she didn't. She looked back up at me; I could see her chest moving up and down as her lips parted just slightly.

I leaned down, my lips hovering inches from her, and in that minute, the whole world stopped. She closed her eyes as I brushed my mouth against hers. Her lips were warm and hot... so fucking hot, just the way I had pictured it, sending my cock into a throbbing ache.

I held her chin up with my right hand as I deepened the kiss, taking in her lower lip as she sank into my arms, they tasted like cinnamon, delicious and soft just like I had imagined it to be like. My hands moved up to her shirt as I undid the first two buttons as fast as I could before dipping my hands into her bra to feel her breasts. “Fuck,” I grunted as I felt her hard nipples in between my fingers. This woman was sexy in so many ways. 

I heard her moan, snapping me out of it before pulling myself to a stop when I realized what I had just done. 

What the hell was I doing? This was Serena's best friend. The woman in front of me was half my age. And she was my employee, which made matters worse. She was off limits in every possible way, and I knew that. So why did I want her this much?

I couldn't do this. I just couldn't.

And so I stepped away from her, running a hand through my hair. "If that's all Miss Ashcroft, you can leave."

Her eyes widened upon hearing what I said, and I saw how dark they got. She was hurt. I walked back to my desk and sat down before getting back to the folders on my desk. I needed to put some distance between us before I lost my mind and fucked her on this very desk. 

She stood there for a minute staring at thin air and then quickly buttoned her skirt before walking towards the door. It clicked shut behind her, and I collapsed back into my chair with my hand running through my head, my cock still throbbing so hard that it hurt. I knew that very soon I was going to be fucking my daughter's best friend. 

"One more day with her in this office..." I clenched my fists as the image of her lips on mine filled my head. "...and I'll do something I can't take back."