The Billionaire's Sister: Daddy's Dangerous, Baby Girl

"Fuck!" I allowed myself to succumb to the panic and threw my head in my hands as I sat down behind my desk in my office that morning.

Last night was a very long time coming. It was all I could do to play it off like I was unfazed on the drive to work with Olivia seated right next to me. Why the fuck couldn't I stop myself from taking the bait? Every time she flirted, I flirted right back. Only last night we went one step too far and the rules changed. It wasn't harmless anymore because I stuck my dick in her like a fucking dumbass.

Daring her to tell Will wasn't my finest hour either.

It was just that when she implied that last night was something to be ashamed of, my fucking brain left the building. Me. Fucking Harmon Chancellor. Mr. Inconsequential himself. Until Macy, pussy was just pussy. Olivia wasn't just pussy though. She was a Hunter. My found family. I would take a bullet for her. Only now I was the very thing she needed protecting from. I fucked up and knew it.

I should be on the phone begging Macy to take me back but my mind wouldn't stop torturing me with images of me fucking Olivia.

The faces she made while being fucked. The way her mouth dropped open before she screamed my name, signaling that she was about to cum for me. Her soft skin under my fingertips. The heat of her body up against mine as I slammed into her. Her legs and arms wrapped around me as she clawed at my back. My hands on her hips as I held onto her while she took my dick from behind. My fist in her hair as I yanked back on her head while fucking her. The wild look in her eyes as she rode me like a fucking mad woman on steroids. The taunting ways she demanded more. She had quite the mouth on her. Being drunk last night did nothing to stop my brain from remembering the words.

Come on daddy, you can do better.

Abuse my pussy with your big, fat dick, baby.

Nice isn't for sluts. Make it fucking hurt.

Fuck me! Fuck me! Just fuck me!

Finish my pussy off. Don't you dare stop.

Speaking of her mouth—

"Earth to Harmon," said Will's voice from the doorway of my office.

William 'Will/Billy' Hunter. The billionaire who plucked me from mediocrity and put me at his side while I went to business school. I just got my MBA last month, after which the asshole promptly promoted me to COO. I owed him everything.

"Are you ready? It's almost time to leave LA. Enjoy your fucking vacation Harmon," Will said with a smug grin.

Married life agreed with Will. My best friend has never been this happy before. Clearly things were going well with Bianca. Unlike the trainwreck that I still was at thirty, Will finally had it together. I was glad for him. The last thing he needed was to hear that his new COO, the man he trusted most in the world, fucked his baby sister.

"You slacking off in Rio de Janeiro and leaving me to manage Cupid’s Cove on my own doesn't count as a vacation for me, Mr. Hunter," I said, offering him a coy grin.

"That's why I'm not sending you out there alone," Will said, taking a step back to usher Olivia into my office. "Is Macy okay with you being gone all of December?"

Once again, my brain left the building. Didn't make connections fast enough. I just checked out as my gaze fell on Olivia.

I've had better.

Those were the words fucking with me the most.

"It won't be a problem anymore. They broke up," Olivia sassed in her signature carefree tone.

The look in her eyes as she held my gaze said something else though. Territorial. Possessive. Nothing new and yet today I couldn't brush it off like I usually did.

Angelic baby face that reeked of innocence framed by perfect, dark locks. Striking, big, sparkling blue eyes that pulled you in.

Will's kid sister. Practically mine too. Why couldn't I look away today?

"Again?" Will scoffed. "What did you do this time?"

"He forgot date night, the workaholic that he is," Olivia spoke, answering for me yet again.

That wasn't the whole story and we both knew it. Macy knew work came first for me. It wasn't that I forgot exactly but the company I was keeping, having forgotten.

Business meeting. Olivia just so happened to be there. Macy didn't give two fucks.

If Macy didn't fuck with my head with yet another 'break up', I wouldn't have gotten as wasted as I did.

In the end though, Macy was right to be worried. The problems didn't begin with the break up. They began the very first time I pretended Olivia wasn't throwing herself at me. Now fucking look where we were. I couldn't go away to paradise with this woman after tasting her sweet pussy.

Yes woman, because apparently that was what Olivia was to me now. A woman.

I spent ten years being pragmatic perfection to create Harmon Chancellor. Blood, sweat and severed ties went into clawing my way to where I was. One wrong move would blow up my house of cards.

I fucking earned my promotion, my new life, through and through. Harmon Chancellor wasn't about to jeopardize it all for pussy. Olivia wouldn't be my one wrong move, no matter how good it felt to be inside her.

"Miss Hunter's not coming with me," I said with a cool finality, finding my voice at last.