Page 31 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

Scarlett

I crawl from under the bed and see Anton. His lips are pursed, his eyes don’t look as angry as I thought he sounded.

“Sorry,” I say. “I didn’t want you to get into trouble because of me.”

“Oh, Scarlett. I was in trouble the moment I fell in love with you.”

My heart misses a beat as I gaze into his eyes. “You love me?”

“I love you. You’re my angel. But...”

“No buts,” I interrupt.

“But you made me worried. And the last time you had me worried, I promised to spank your ass. I didn't last time, but Scarlett...”

Anton’s hands rub over his dick and I know his words are turning him on.

“You should spank me,” I say, my thighs clench at the thought. I’ve never been spanked before and was tempted the last time he threatened his words. “I want to be your good girl.”

“You are,” he says and nods.

“Yes, I am,” I say breathlessly.

“You want me to spank you?” His voice almost warns me not to say no. Almost waiting for the chance.

“Yes, please.”

He holds out his hand and pulls me to him. Before sitting on my bed and tapping his thigh.

His legs widen as I lower my chest and stomach onto his thighs. His fingers weave through my hair, moving it away from my neck before his warm breath ghosted over my skin, and the delicious sting of his stubble scratches my flesh. The guttural sound of his lust vibrates down my spine until it lands between my thighs.

I’m waiting, bracing myself for the sting.

His fingertips continue to stroke over my flesh. Goosebumps scatter when his hand moves from my back to my ass and his strong, muscular hand squeezes my ass.

I still wait for the spank.

Anton is powerful in his job. He’s also masculine and strong, which makes him...sexy as hell.

“How naughty have you been?” he says, stroking his firm hand over my right cheek. I should be scared, but I’m not. He exudes strength, but I know he will never hurt me.

“Enough to scare you,” I reply.

“You did. Not only because you left me,” he says, his voice breaks a little and I turn and look at him. “But that you no longer wanted me...wanted us.”

“I’m sorry Anton,” I murmur. “I want you. I want us. I just didn’t want you to lose your clients, or my father as your friend.”

“And I’m pressing charges against her. She videoed us without consent and I’ve issued a restraining order. She can no longer come within one hundred meters of either of us.”

“But the video,” I whisper. “It’s still out there. She could have copies.”

“Scarlett, my angel. You look beautiful being fucked by me. If there is another copy floating around, then let people watch it. I’m proud of how you come on my cock. How you whimper just before you climax and how we look together.” I turn my head to face him and see him grin. “And I don’t fucking care who sees it. But...”

“But...” I repeat.

“I agreed to give her money for the footage. What she didn’t know was I had evidence of the blackmail on camera. The police have retrieved her computer. They also arrested her and she’ll be charged with blackmail and making false accusations. I’m very confident there won’t be a video floating around.”

The heaviness lifts from my shoulders.

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