Page 69 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

“She seems to think you’re busy,” he says.

“Eh, not really,” I tell him.

Evelyn’s look of sheer outrage is priceless.

“Okay,” he says slowly. From the tone of his voice, I think he’s guessed what I’m doing. Or at least he’s guessed it could be something filthy. “So the first client is VertaCorp. The second is Berrington—it’s a law firm in Texas.”

I skim my hands over Evelyn’s breasts—the lightest touch, enjoying the way her hardened nipples feel against my calluses. Evelyn’s breath hitches, but she keeps quiet.

“I’ve heard of VertaCorp,” I say, my attention only half on the conversation because I’m utterly entranced by the woman on my lap. Her outrage makes this whole scene even sweeter. “Is that the grocery chain?”

“Yeah,” Caleb says. “Both sound like big jobs. VertaCorp wants to remodel some rundown building in San Esteban’s Bellefleur district to combat poverty and food insecurity. Their budget will be harder to work with, but not gonna lie, I like their goals.”

“I do, too.” I squeeze one pretty nipple.

Evelyn whimpers.

“Quiet,” I say to her. “Daddy’s on a business call. Don’t make a sound.”

“Thought so,” Caleb mutters, but he sounds pleased.

“And then what’s the deal with the law firm?” I ask.

“They’re growing, they need a new office. Fantastic budget, stress-free project. They want to fly us out tomorrow.”

“Where are they located?”

“Texas.”

“Oh, right, you said that already. Sorry, I’m distracted.” I pinch Evelyn’s other nipple, and when she’s quiet, I reward her by grabbing her hips and sliding her up and down over my dick a couple of times. She braces her knees on either side of me and tries to continue the motion, but I shake my head and hold her down again.

She’s breathing hard, her chest heaving. “Please?” she mouths. “Pretty please?”

Oh, how I love to see her beg.

“James,” Caleb says in a disapproving tone, “are you fucking that little girl right now?”

“No,” Evelyn says before I can answer. “He won’t fucking move and I’m just impaled here and it’s driving me crazy?—”

I clap a hand over her mouth and say to Caleb, “I have to take care of an issue. Let’s talk in person when you get home.”

“I’m already in the car,” he says. “I’ll be there soon.”

Asshole probably started driving as soon as he figured out I was messing around with Evelyn. I end the call and give Evelyn my sternest look.

“What did I tell you about Daddy’s business call?”

Her chin juts out. “It must have been something about how it was another way you could torment me, but I was a little distracted so I’m not sure.”

“Oh, Trouble.” I shake my head in disappointment. “I told you to be quiet, remember?”

She shakes her head. “Nope.”

“There’s a consequence to not listening, Evelyn.”

She shrugs one shoulder, looking bratty as ever.

“Up you go.” I lift her up, off of my dick.

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