Page 146 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I sank to my desk chair and pushed a slanted pile of files to the side. My last secretary had just been getting the hang of things around here. She’d learned how I liked my coffee and how I left early on Friday afternoons. While she hadn’t completely gotten the hang of my unique filing system yet, she had great potential.

“Son-of-a-bitch. Where the hell did I put you!”

Pushing an annoyed sigh through my nose, I opened a random file and skimmed the contents. Like every other day, as soon as I was left alone, my mind trailed back to her. Our night. Her sweet nectar on my lips and the feel of her untouched pussy stretching over my cock. My mind is flooded with an overload of memories.

“Fuck!”

I whirled around to the sound of a soft metallic clink followed by the sweetest voice. “Maybe I can help, Mr. Sloan?”

My heart hit the floor.

Beautiful blue eyes met mine, and I was suddenly tongue tied for the first time in well, my whole goddamn life. Wavy brown hair hung loosely around a heart-shaped face. Among the mass of hair were the prettiest cheeks currently flustered like they were that first night I approached her in the nightclub.

My door opened wider and Trish stepped in. “Mr. Sloan, your nine o’clock appointment is here for the assistant position.”

No shit.

My gaze skated down over delicious curves, a rounded middle and hips any man would love to have wrapped around him. I would know. My balls tightened, and I drank in the young woman’s face. A petite nose, glowing California sun-kissed skin, warm blue eyes alight with knowledge and eagerness.

And surprise.

“Hello.”

“This must be a mistake.”

“No!” I nearly shouted. Fuck, I was screwing this up. “No, please come in,” I added quickly, trying to cover my shock and surprise.

I pushed away from my desk and slowly extended my hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” I kept it cool, not wanting Trish to pick up on anything. I held my tone even, matching her polite smile. Better than rushing her, throwing her against the nearest wall and ravishing her with kisses before I fucked her on every surface.

“Your name?”

Finally. I might have held my breath over the next three seconds.

Her gaze never left me and I knew she was thinking the same damn thing as I was. “I’m Cherry Connor.”

I rocked back on my heels. A beautiful face, eyes full of innocence and fringed with black lashes. A natural blush was high on her rounded cheekbones. She had a look about her that was mysterious, but now I knew why.

I froze and so did my hardening dick. “As in Connor and Morre?”

Ah fuck. God, please tell me I didn’t pop my rival’s daughter’s cherry.

There were only a handful of law firms we have ever lost to. Connor and Morre was one of two. I guess that didn’t even equal a handful really. But when my partner lost a multimillion-dollar case to her brother’s law firm—big family rift there—we both swore to never deal with them again given their battle tactics were underhanded at best. Illegal at worst. The major issue behind my partner not teaming up with her brother in our law firm. This place could have easily been Morre, Morre & Sloan.

“Yes, I’m his daughter.”

I straightened and wandered closer to her by my door. Try only daughter. If memory served, a man like Connor could ruin us with a push of a button. Sure, we could do the same, but neither of us wanted to go around poking bears.

Fuck me.

Now Connor’s daughter stood in my office looking fuckable, beautiful, professional and innocent as a butterfly all at once. And I was getting a hard on. Could I be any more of a fucking creep?

I scrubbed a hand down my face just as Trish shoved three files into my hands.

“You’re going to be late for trial and if you are, the judge will issue a continuance.”

The girl looked startled and scared for all of half a second before she pulled herself together, grabbed my briefcase and placed it in my hand. I started for the elevator, and she kept pace alongside me and then punched the down button.

“While you’re gone, let me prove to you why you should hire me.”

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