Page 20 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

“Anton,” she whispers, and I have to blink a few times to come back down to earth. My dirty thoughts overtake all rational ones the moment she is breathing the same space as me.

Actually, she’s never needed to be near me for me to have indecent thoughts about her.

“Please kiss me.” Her voice is small, like she is worried about taking the lead.

I press my mouth against hers, swallowing her gasp as my tongue slides between her parted lips. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer as she arches against me. The sweet taste of her mouth drives me wild - mint and the taste of her cherry lip balm.

She moans softly when I deepen the kiss, exploring every part of her mouth as my hands grip her hips tighter.

Her legs squeeze around my waist, pulling my hardness against her center. The friction makes my head spin. I trail kisses down her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent.

“Angel,” I murmur against her skin. My control slips with each passing second that she’s in my arms.

With great effort, I ease her legs down until her feet touch the floor. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she looks up at me with those ocean-blue eyes, lips swollen from my kisses.

I have to step back before I lose myself completely.

“Take a seat, Miss Williams.” My voice comes out rougher than intended as I gesture to the chair across from my desk.

“Yes, Sir.”

And my cock hardens in an instant once again.

We sit at the meeting table in my office, because it’s away from the window and stops my colleagues from staring in as they walk by.

I manage to go over her work schedule, as distracting as she is.

Scarlett asks the right questions, and I’m impressed by her knowledge. She is definitely an excellent student. Maybe she wants to be a lawyer more than I realize.

I close my eyes and I think about getting her pregnant. I’m thirty-two years old and if I’m going to have children, I want them soon.

But does she?

I stare at her reading the details of a new player, and the multimillion dollar contract he has signed up for.

We make hockey players rich, not as rich as me. Though I’m not billionaire status, and I certainly don’t have people picking out my clothes. I’m pretty normal, regardless of what the papers print.

I think Cassandra sold a few stories about my wealth, mainly how she was duped into signing a prenuptial agreement. Four million she signed up for. Cassandra knew exactly what she was doing.

I was no better. She deserved every cent of the money for putting up with me. I was hardly husband material—but I will be to her.

Scarlett—my soon to be wife.

“You used to be a criminal lawyer,” Scarlett says, taking me out of my musing. And I wasn’t musing about Cassandra for any other reasons, but I know she’s up to something, and I need to keep Scarlett out of the cross-fire.

“I did when I was younger.”

“Must have been more exciting than signing up hockey players.”

“This is less stressful.” I laugh.

I used to work in criminal law. Helping mafia men get away with the crimes they should have been imprisoned for.

She nods knowingly. “Did it ever worry you having those men as your clients?” Scarlett asks, pushing the file away.

“No. I was doing a job for them. I got paid and walked away. Same as now, minus the criminal element.”

Scarlett nods. “I must admit, criminal law is interesting.”

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