Page 26 of Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

“Only yours,” she breathed, fogging the glass. I gripped her hips hard, driving into her even harder, and she wriggled her hand between her legs to rub herself.

The idea of pinning her against the window and screwing her raw while the city below watched us only made my arousal suck me closer to the edge. Every one of her exhales fogged the window more, and I leaned into her ear and whispered, “Louder, Ms. Johnson. I don’t think heard you all the way in New York .”

“I’m yours,” Amelia moaned as her second orgasm broke, making her face rock against the glass. I couldn’t hold back. Mybody was poised to flood her, so I let go with a grunt, my hand still wrapped around her torso.

Amelia’s fingers pressed against the glass, her orgasm milking every last drop of my seed from my body as we both panted for air. The thought crossed my mind that I never wanted to let her go, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I needed someone. Like I wanted something more with them, something I’d never be able to admit to her because I had drawn a hard line in the sand already.

I pulled out, leaving her breathless against the glass, and turned away from her to hide whatever emotion was still on my face. The thought of her walking out of this office and returning to any sort of interaction with Godwin Tharmor terrified me, but it surfaced as anger.

“Whoa,” she said, stumbling away from the window. She walked to my desk, took out some tissues, and wiped herself clean, then she picked up her clothing and began to dress as I put my dick away and zipped my pants.

She was so casual, so relaxed. Her hair was a bit mussed, cheeks still flushed from excitement, and when I found my shirt and slid it on, she turned to me with a furrowed brow.

“What’s wrong? It wasn’t good? Did I say the wrong thing?” Her desire to please me was more than I expected. This sort of thing usually didn’t happen. We didn’t lie around talking for a while after sex; that was something couples did, and we weren’t a couple.

“It was fine,” I grumbled, beginning to button my own shirt. “But I’d like a change to our agreement.” I didn’t have to see it to know my eyes had darkened. She dipped her head, appearing to draw back a little as she slid on her stockings and avoided eye contact.

“Alright?”

“If we’re going to keep doing this, I don’t want you having sex with anyone else.” Her eyes popped up at my words, surprise written there for a second before it vanished. Her lip quivered like she wanted to say something, but I continued before she could. “For health reasons—you get it. We commit to only having sex with each other, so we don’t share bugs…”

I knew controlling her actions would not control her heart, and if she wanted to fall in love—or stay in love—with someone else, I couldn’t stop it. Something inside of me, however, felt the urge to protect my own heart, to limit her ability to hurt me.

“Yeah, that makes perfect sense…” Amelia smiled softly and walked to where her shoes lay on the ground. I followed her, tucking my shirt in, and when she had one hand on the doorknob, the other brushing across her hair, I leaned in to kiss her.

Again, not something we ever did after sex. Normally she just waltzed out and that was that. My body felt like it was on autopilot, like I was mimicking what I’d seen her do with Tharmor, and I felt so out of place. I even wrapped my arm around her in an awkward hug, and she chuckled to diffuse the strange tension.

“I—”

Her phone buzzed, she pulled it out of her pocket. I looked down to see Tharmor’s image on the screen as she swiped to look at his message and laughed. I stopped short of reading what he said, but anger surged through me as she snickered.

“I gotta run…” Her eyes were full of mirth. Mine were certainly full of possessive, jealous anger. “I’ll be by around two for our meeting.”

Amelia snuck out and quietly shut the door, while I stomped to my desk and hit the cup that held my extra pens right off it. It slammed into the bookshelf behind my desk, and the pens went in every direction.

Why couldn’t I be normal? Why did I have to be the broken one that couldn’t connect with people? My mother had destroyed my heart, and all I wanted was to feel something other than cynical anger and fear.

I should just end the arrangement because I knew I would never be able to give her what she wanted, what she already had with Godwin. If she was with me, she would only feel neglected and alone, probably empty. And she deserved better than that.

I was incapable of loving her.

So why couldn’t I let her go?

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