บททั้งหมดของ All For You, Daddy: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

What happens next is kind of...alarming.Bryant Colliver points at the couch—and I go. I simply go. As if he has commanded something inside of me I didn't know was there. My feet are moving before I know what's happening and I'm sitting down in front of him, hands clasped together on my folder, my face level with his gold belt buckle. An odd impulse catches me off guard. I want him to cup my face. Stroke it. I want to drop everything on the ground, let my muscles go slack and let his single hand hold my entire body upright. Did I drink some bad milk with breakfast?When he finally, finally, takes his seat beside me, I scoot back. As far away as possible. Because the impact of him is too potent. Too big. He smells expensive, like ice-cold gold. He's large and powerful and already this interview is inappropriate. I've never been on a job interview and still, I'm well aware we're not supposed to be sitting on a couch, facing each other, our knees an inch apart. What is the rapid pulse pi

"I'm waiting, Sarah." My hand has been coasting up her thigh and my fingertips reach her panties now, my index finger slipping between her unsettlingly-soft pussy and the cotton crotch, tugging, then pressing back in, knuckle to her slit, rubbing, twisting, making her gasp. "What qualities in a man are important in your world?""Umm." Her lashes flutter, neck flushing. "Honesty. Compassion. Humor.""I'm none of those things," I rasp against her mouth—just as her flesh blooms open, allowing me to knuckle gently deeper and tease her clit.Her grip flies to the arm of the couch, back arching on a rocky intake of breath. "Guess you're out of the running then.""Your wet pussy says I'm not just in the running, I'm in first place.""Mr. Colliver—"I don't know why her formal use of my name sets me off, but it does. I like it because a sick part of me looks forward to her obedience in bed. I hate it, too, because I want to be Bryant to her. Before I can reconcile my own intentions, I move in

I'm walking home from the art supply store in the rain. At first, my hood is up to guard me against the elements, but I change my mind halfway home and pull it back, allowing the condensation to soak my hair, my clothes. The cold droplets running down my face help cool the sting of embarrassment left over from my "job interview" yesterday.Somewhere uptown, a billionaire is laughing at me.I'm a girl in a long line of girls who have probably laid down on that couch and fallen prey to the most glorious face and physique on the planet. I never expected myself to be so easily seduced and gullible. He really made me believe there was a...connection between us. Something tangible. Now that I have some distance, I know I must have imagined it. Even though I can still feel the press of his hands on my thighs, his breath on my belly.His ravenous mouth between my legs.That's the part I keep getting stuck on.Why was he so single-minded about giving me pleasure? I can still remember how he lo

Goddammit.I didn't imagine her effect on me yesterday. As soon as she turned the corner, beautiful beyond words in her soaked dress and damp hair, my resolve grew fuzzy. Every thought in my head but her became translucent, insignificant. How does she reach into my chest and make my heart beat differently? Faster with arousal, excitement, slower with calm. Relief. Like I've...Found what I'm looking for.But a relationship between us is not to be. It's not happening.I can't let my bond with her become more important than the one I lost. The one that was stolen from me and my family. When I look into Sabrina's eyes, I need to see the girl for what she is. Someone who agreed to spy on me. Infiltrate the company I built from the ground up in my agony over the loss of my parents. The company I made successful. She wants to help her bastard father take that away from me.It's not going to happen.I won't allow it.No matter how much I want to get inside this apartment, sink my cock betwee

Sabrina pushes up onto her hands, attempting to leave. Shaken. Wheezing. "Stop—"But I surge up over her, bending her knees all the way back to her shoulders, pinning her to the easy chair with my mouth, my bared teeth against her parted lips. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want it."Our hot, panting breaths mingle between us.When she blinks rapidly, her hand curling in the front of my dress shirt, I'm caught off guard by a wave of regret. Of...affection. For her. It leads me to speak without thinking. "I'm a bastard. I don't know how to be any other way. I don't have an ounce of sweetness inside of me. I'm sorry if that's what you need. I'll make up for it in other ways." A swallow gets stuck in my throat. "Let me make up for it in other ways."Her grip on my shirt loosens in degrees, as does some of the fight in her body.When she nods, that permission is...Jesus, it's better than conquering. Or winning a fight. It's the most intoxicating victory I've ever experienced. "