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“Get on your knees for Daddy.” I press my hand against her head and push down. “That’s a good girl.”

“I need your cum.” Haley grips my dick with both hands and sucks on the head like it’s a fucking popsicle. “Give it to me.”

“Good girls use their manners.” Threading my fingers through her hair, I pull it. “Try again.”

“Please, Daddy, can I have your cum?” She bats her lashes and my knees almost buckle. I could totally get used to being called Daddy. Her brow furrows as she stares up at me, waiting for me to give her permission to suck my dick. Her sweet pouty voice drops to normal when she asks, “Is the Daddy thing not working for you?”

“Huh?”

“Do you like it or not? I can switch to Sir. Master? Ummm.” She pumps my length while pondering what honorific to go with.

“Daddy’s good.” Really damn good. “Sorry, I fritzed for minute. You just…” I close my eyes and groan when she massages my balls with her free hand. “Shit, that’s good.”

“You like that, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“How about this?” She sucks one of my balls into her mouth and pulls it tight.

My eyes roll so hard they nearly disconnect from my skull. “Oh yeah, that’s a winner.”

Shit, what am I doing? Shaking my head, I snap out of the memory and help Haley rise to her feet. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

Confusion makes her brows furrow. “I made an appointment.” When I don’t respond, her cheeks redden, and she grows flustered. “Maybe I should go. I’m sorry, I—”

The thought of her bolting out of my life again spurs me into action.

“How have you been?” I want to touch her, but don’t trust myself. Every move, noise, or look she makes will likely drop me back into a memory. Five years after going our separate ways, it only took one second back in her presence to make me feel like it’s only been a minute since we’ve last seen each other.

Why is she here? My heart immediately fills with hope that she’s come back for me. That we’ll get a second chance. It’s crazy, I know, but I can’t help it.

She’s so beautiful. How is it possible that she’s even prettier now than before? “You look…” Words fail me. I’m in so much trouble. “Busy.”

Yup. Big trouble. I sound like a douche.

Haley smooths her skirt, as if there’s any possibility it would be out of place. The damned thing looks painted on her, displaying the flare of her hips and the delicious curve of her ass and thighs.

“You look busy, too.” She bites her lip. “Umm. Look, I thought you knew I was coming here this morning, but clearly, I’ve made some kind of mistake. I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. I’ll leave.”

My body and brain finally catch up with each other and just as she heads for the door, I beat her to it. “No.”

Pressing my hand on the door, keeping it closed, I look down at her. She’s five-foot four barefooted, but her heels give her a few inches more. It puts our mouths closer to together.

She smells the same. Sounds the same.

Fuuuuck.

I don’t know how to do this. I can’t separate past and present. I can’t separate business from pleasure.

I can’t let her leave.

“Stay,” I say in a gruff, unprofessional tone.

Her pupils dilate. Her mouth parts a little.

Yes, Daddy, my mind says in her voice. My dick twitches in my slacks.

I’m going to get fired for sexually harassing a client if I can’t find my control. And my office is made of glass.

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