Page 50 of A Major Puck Up

Except that’s bullshit. She’s been mine since the night she seduced me and gave me her virginity. If anyone gets to put his hands on that naked body tonight, it’s going to be me. Even if I go to hell for it.

Two hours later, most of the guests have filtered out. When Ford finally calls it, he shows me to my room. I hang tight for a solid ten minutes before I sneak out and head back outside to find his daughter.

I’m a fucking asshole.

The moment I step outside and the warm, musty June air hits me like a fog, Millie comes into view, and I sag in relief. She’s in the hot tub—alone, thank Christ—with her head tilted back and her face lifted to the sky.

She’s in an emerald-green bikini, and her curly dark-auburn hair is in a messy knot on the top of her head. The lights of the tub highlight the water on her skin, making her glisten, and as her chest rises and falls, so does the swell of her breasts.

“Are you gonna come in?” she asks, her eyes still closed and her head still tilted back.

My pulse takes off at a sprint. I clear my throat. “No. I’m gonna head to bed.”

She finally sits up and blinks her eyes open. “I did what you asked, and you’re still standing all the way over there.” She waves a hand up and down my body.

I take a step closer and lower my voice, hoping like hell there’s no one within earshot. “What I asked?”

“I talked to my dad.”

This is news to me. Welcome news, though. But I’m still cautious. This entire day has been a mindfuck.

“You told him how you felt when he gifted half of the company to Lake? How did he take it?”

She shakes her head. “I just mended things—you saw me hanging out with Lake tonight. We’re good.”

She did spend time with Lake, and they seemed to get on well. Still… “Really? But your music?—”

“I like my job, Gavin. Please, let’s not talk in circles. Are you getting in?” She sits up now and gives me a long, unforgiving perusal. The intensity in her expression makes my heart pound and my dick throb.

Fuck. The woman merely has to look at me, and I’m hard. Scratch that—her sheer existence leaves my cock weeping.

Lips pressed together, I scan the empty yard. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“You either get in with me, or I take off my clothes right now.”

My blood heats despite my apprehension. “Millie.”

“You’re not my dad, Gavin. Don’t use that tone with me.”

I rest my hands on my head and tug at my hair, groaning. “You’re right, but your dad is five fucking feet away.”

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s at least thirty feet, and he’s asleep.”

Jaw locked tight, I stare her down. Dammit. She’s not bluffing, and I’m so goddamn weak. With a huff, I pull my shirt over my head. Then I shuck off my shorts. “Happy?”

The grin that spreads across her face is wicked and hot as fuck. “I’ll be happier riding your cock, but this is a start.”

I drop my head back and curse at the sky. This fucking girl.“Don’t start. I’m getting in, but nothing is happening.”

She hums as if she doesn’t believe my protests and sinks lower.

Boxers on—and staying that way—I put one foot into the water, then the other. “Shit, do we have towels?”

She sighs and tips her head back against the cushion. “Are you always so practical while women are throwing themselves at you?”

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