Page 45 of Jealous Boss

Hurt flickers over her face. “I wouldn’t do that. After… after what we did last night I can’t stand the idea of anyone else doing that to me. You do it so well…daddy.”

Oh fuck.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

When I try to breathe next my lungs wheeze like I’m in the clutches of full-blown flu.

Is it even possible to die from an over-engorged dick? Because the way my lap is full of cock right now, I don’t think I have a drop of blood left anywhere in my body. “What did you just call me?” I rasp.

She looks a little unsure.

But she licks her lips as if she enjoys the taste of the label she just uttered. “Daddy? Or would you preferPapa?”

Fuck, did she just shiver saying that? And did my fucking dick get harder and leak like a damn faucet watching the names tumble from her mouth?

I know I’m already depraved and heading straight to hell for the thoughts I’ve had about Pia in the last couple of weeks. But if I do this, is there any turning back?

Do I want to?

“Where did you learn that?” I shake my head when the question leaves my mouth. I should be discouraging this madness. Sending her off to do more filing—un-spanked and definitely un-soixante-neuf-ed.

Instead my breath stalls as I await her answer. As I watch a deeper blush steal across her face, sink into her cheeks the way I want to sink some very needy parts of my body into that mouth.

Watch them bulge those very cheeks, maybe deliver a tap or two. Make her eyes water as I push deep, deeper into her throat.

Jesus.

“It was one of my audiobooks. The man… he asked her to call him that. And it seemed to turn her on.”

“So you thought you’d try it too? You know fiction isn’t real life, right?” Why do I sound like I’m dying?Oh yeah, because I fucking am!

“Oui. Of course. But…” She stops. Sniffs. Then leans forward a fraction as if she’s about to whisper a secret, eyes spreading wider. “I tried saying it and… it gave me tingles.”

“Pia…” I groan. Helpless. “Who…who were you thinking about when you said that?”

“You, silly. Who else?”

Heaven save me. “Pia.”

“I had a feeling you would say no, Ethan, so I thought maybe you don’t have to go inside. Just… lick it a little bit. While I suck you, maybe?”

The guttural, agonized sound that fills the room, then? Yep, that’s me.

“Baby, stop. You’re playing with fire.” I shake my head. “You have no idea. None. Please.”

“I like it when you call mebaby,” she whispers, edging ever closer. You can call me baby when I call you daddy,oui?”

Another couple inches and her knee will touch mine.

I can slide my wanting hand between her thighs, trail up her smooth young flesh, find out whether she’s as wet as her soft panting breaths, hard-as-fuck nipples, and that soft glazed look in her eyes suggests she might be.

The curt knock on my door followed by it opening kills that thought. “Your six o’clock is here, Mr. Villiers.”

Crap. Maggie calling meMr. Villiersin that frosty tone says all manner of things. That either we have an audience or those judgy looks she’s been sending me have now gained voice.

I can warn her to watch her tone but really, isn’t she right to point out my insanity of risking everything I’ve worked so hard for?

I clear my throat. “I’ll be right there.”

Maggie glances at Pia, who’s folded her hands neatly in front of her as if she wasn’t discussing sucking my cock thirty seconds ago. “Pia, shouldn’t you get going? The other interns are waiting on you.”

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