Page 61 of Jealous Boss

I smack her ass. “What did you just call me?”

“I’m sorry. Daddy…Papa…don’t stop, please,” she shriek-whispers.

I drop my head and watch my cock stroke in and out of her, glistening with her delicious slick. “How can I fucking stop? Tell me, how can I quit the tightest pussy in the world? How? I’m addicted to you, sweet girl. I can’t think about anything else when you’re with me. When you’re not all I want is have you back where I can see you.”

I’m aware I’m skating on thin, dangerous ice, exposing risky emotions. This could all blow up in my face if I don’t come up with a plan—and fast.

But she’s sobbing her pleasure, her cries rising, forcing me to clamp a hand over her mouth to stop us from being discovered. Or from any asshole hearing how insanely amazing she sounds when she’s being fucked.

She starts to tremble, her pussy spasming around my dick.

Pressure builds in my eager balls, ready to deliver their load.

I lean in close so my mouth is next to her ear. “A thousand horses couldn’t make me quit this pussy, do you hear me? Ten fucking thousand couldn’t stop me craving you. So every time you feel me needing you, you come to me. Because I know you need me just as much, don’t you?”

Her nod is shaky as fuck, her eyes fluttering like mad.

“Good. Now here’s daddy’s load. Be a good girl and lap it all up, keep it nice and safe in that gorgeous cunt.”

I’m barely done speaking before I’m exploding deep into her pussy, painting her inner walls in sticky cum that proclaims her asmine.

Another minute passes before I tug my hanky from my pocket, slide it against her hole before I pull out. As much as I want my cum dripping down her thighs, we’re at work, and protecting Pia is my priority.

I tuck myself in, zip up, then bend to help her put her panties back on.

Her swollen lips and glazed eyes are a dead giveaway of what we’ve been doing, but I have a plan for that too. “Go straight to my office. Do not talk to anyone. Not even Maggie. There’s a pile of files on the sofa. Review them and make notes of a marketing plan for each one, okay?”

“Yes, daddy,” she whispers, the beautiful sparkle in her eyes.

And I think… fuck, I think I may be falling for Pia Hyde.

The admission staggers me.

Back at my desk, I don’t even pretend to work. I lean back in my chair and stare out the window.

Well, I pretend tostareout the window, but what I’m actually doing is staring at Pia’s reflection. The way her eyes flick to me every other minute.

I said I’d handle it.

Told her—I’ll take care of it—like I already had a plan, like I had even the faintest idea how to sit down with Philip and tell him I’ve been banging the one girl in this whole damn city he told me to keep safe.

The guilt’s there, sure. The fear.

But mostly?

Mostly I’m drowning in my need for her. To touch her every damn minute. To drag her across the room and into my lap.

It’s not just lust anymore. Probably not even at the start.

It’sher. All her.

I feel like Pia was always destined to be mine.

I’m fast approaching burn-the-world-down status for this girl.

And I don’t even know whether I want to find the brakes to halt this train wreck.

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