What Daddy Left Behind

~ Stellan's POVI was fucking hard.The rain hammered the roof of my Bentley, a relentless fucking drum that did nothing to drown out the pulse in my cock. I sat in the driver's seat, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles ached.I wanted to unzip my pants and pump my cock till I spluttered over the wheel.But I couldn't! My erection strained against my pants like a goddamn traitor. This wasn't me. I had spent my years convinced I was wired differently–men, maybe, or nothing at all. I had never felt the urge to have sex, never even gotten hard before.Sex was a transaction, a release, to me. Not this...this clawing, feral need that had me rock hard for her. Thea. My best friend's daughter. The girl I'd call "kid" when she was in pigtails, reading bedtime stories with her dad, and I would watch them at the door.What the fuck was wrong with me?I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my dick to calm the hell down. Think of something else. Anything. The casket sinking into the mud. Richard's

~ Stellan's POVYes, daddy.The words echoed in my skull like I was having a goddamn fever that didn't want to let go.I sat at the head of the boardroom table, twelve of my most senior executives droning on about Q3 projections and market volatility. I didn't hear a goddamn word.All I could hear was that whisper.All I could feel was the ghost of Thea's mouth on me, the wet, skilled drag of her tongue that had brought me to my knees in my own office less than twelve hours ago.All I could see was her. Thea. Perched at the far end, legs crossed in a pencil skirt that hugged her thighs, blouse buttoned high like some innocent intern. Notebook open, pen scratching notes, her hair twisted up in a neat knot that begged to be yanked free. She looked professional and composed.My dick was half-hard just watching her breathe, straining against my trousers under the table. I shifted, gripping my pen like a lifeline, trying to focus on the numbers flashing on the screen.I was a man of disci

~Thea's POVI woke up tangled in Stellan's arm, locked around my waist, his chest pressed to my back, his breath slow and warm against my neck. I gulped, feeling my heart race at the warmth oozing off him.His scent, cedar, raw sex, filled my lungs, addictive and filthy. I wanted to stay buried in it forever, grind back against the hard length nestled between my ass cheeks, let him wake up and fuck me slow and lazy until I forgot my own name.Ever since my last breakup, I forgot how good sex was until now. It was always the alcohol I needed whenever I fought with my ex, and now, I've found someone better, someone more active, someone more controlling to the point my pussy always clenches whenever he commands.So I stayed in his arms, nuzzling deeper and planning to keep sleeping there...But the clock on the nightstand glared 7:42 a.m.“Shit!” I jolted upright, clutching the silk sheet to my naked chest, heart racing. I was supposed to be at the office by eight for the quarterly revi

~ Stellan's POVI arrived first, as always. The elevator doors slid open to the executive floor at 9:15 sharp, late by my standards, but no one dared comment. My driver had dropped Tea two blocks away; she’d take the staff entrance, play the diligent intern. Separate arrivals. Plausible deniability. The lie we told ourselves so we could keep fucking like animals every morning and night."Mr. Vaughn?" my assistant’s voice crackled over the intercom. "The marketing briefing is ready in Boardroom B.""I’m on my way," I said, my voice sounding like gravel under a boot.By the time the strategy meeting started at ten, I was seated at the head of the table, tie knotted tight, face carved from ice. The room was packed, senior VPs, department heads, and the cluster of interns in the back row, notebooks open, eyes hungry for approval.My eyes settled on Tea. Her cheeks still flushed from the commute, hair twisted up in a professional bun that made me want to fist it and drag her mouth to my

~ Thea's POVThis was a desperate attempt to flee from Ethan as fast as possible.I didn't get why he was still following me, when I strictly told him not to. I scrambled into the elevator, my breath hard, and hit the button for the lobby forcefully.The elevator doors finally slid shut on Ethan’s puzzled golden-boy face. I leaned my head back against the mirrored wall and let out a breath that felt like it had been trapped in my lungs for a century.I needed coffee.Something strong, black, to ground me before I combusted from the constant throb between my thighs. I needed to cross the street, find a quiet corner in that little Italian cafe, and remind myself that I was a human being.It was okay to be addicted to your daddy's best friend without emotions involved. Just mindless fuck.The elevator began its smooth descent, and I closed my eyes, counting the floors.Thirty-two, thirty-one, thirty...The elevator suddenly stopped moving, and the doors slid open to the executive floor,