Page 3 of Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

“Yeah, I forgot how hot you are before I drank so much.” My muttered reply, followed by my drunk snickering, made thespace between us crackle with electricity. Xander fought a grin as I shrugged into my coat and walked toward him. His eyes narrowed on me and he dipped his head, taking a step back into the hallway to give me space to shut my office door, then his eyes narrowed.

“You seem to be pretty cozy with Mr. Tharmor. Do you think he’d be okay with you flirting with me like this?” He stood in my path, so close to me I could see the fuzz on his coat, which I plucked off with my manicured fingers and patted his shoulder.

“Are you jealous of Godwin?” I hadn’t expected him to stand so close, focus on me so intently. I almost lost my nerve, in spite of the swirl of alcohol pushing endorphins toward my groin. The way he got under my skin all day, every day had culminated in a potential tryst right before my eyes. I should’ve drunk too much a long time ago.

“Not jealous, just not wanting to step on anyone’s toes,” Xander said thoughtfully, and a surge of hormones made my body overheat.

“Now, how could you step on his toes?” My hand lingered on his shoulder, sliding across his chest to his tie where I wrapped my fingers around it and let my hand slide down the front of his body, across his abs, pausing above his belt.

“I think we should get you home before you say something you might regret.” I could’ve sworn I heard him mumble, “Or I do something I regret.” He took my hand and started walking, and I followed leisurely.

My heels clicked on the floor; my body begged for more liquor. As it was, the night had exhausted me, but I knew if I had any more to drink, I’d be pass-out drunk, and I was enjoying the flirty banter too much to do that.

“We don’t get to spend too much time alone, do we?” Xander pushed the door open, and a burst of chilly air rushed in. A carpulled up outside as I stepped into the crisp January air, and Xander followed behind me.

“It would be highly inappropriate for us to spend alone time in your office, don’t you think?” I turned, walking backward carefully as he advanced on me. I saw it now—the desire in his eyes. The same desire I’d seen multiple times before when he looked at me, including tonight a few times.

“Then I think we should make the most of our time alone.” Xander’s voice dropped an octave, a course whisper, almost a growl. I thought he was reaching for my hip, fingers reaching toward my curve to caress it, but he reached right past, grasping the door handle. He stood very close for a moment, almost pinning me to the side of the car. “Don’t you?”

I watched his eyes drop to my lips then rise back slowly to capture my gaze again, and I waited for my heart to stop throwing itself against my rib cage. Squirming a few inches to the side, I gave him space to open the door, and when he did, I turned and climbed in.

The limo wasn’t a full stretch limo, but it had a mini fridge and a bench seat. The leather seat chilled the backs of my thighs as Xander stood outside the limo speaking to someone, maybe his driver? And I took the moment to fluff my hair and tug the hem of my dress up, pushing my tits out. It was warm in here, the divider between the driver’s cabin and ours shut, and I turned to watch Xander slide into the seat next to me and shut the door.

At the very same moment, I began to feel ashamed of myself. I flirted with him, made a few too many suggestive comments, and probably looked like a drunk floozy who had no self-control. It wasn’t good for my reputation at work, and it wasn’t like this was going anywhere. Shrinking back into the seat, I was ready to apologize and tell him I was out of line when he turned to faceme and loosened his tie. His eyes were still filled with a lusty desire.

“You are making it very difficult to keep my professional distance this evening, and I’m normally pretty good at it.” His hand splayed on the leather next to my bare leg, fingertips only millimeters from touching me. His other arm rests casually on the armrest on the door, and his body angles to face mine.

“You’re normally good at it? You mean you have to try to keep your professional distance other times?” The electric charge in the air seems to make my core throb harder, in time with my heart rate. I was ready to back off, but now he was giving chase. I couldn’t say I hated it.

“I never knew you had a bold side. It’s sort of irresistible…” Xander’s hand moved from the armrest, reaching toward my leg where his fingers warmed the inside of my thigh. “Are you sure this isn’t just the alcohol? Cause I’m not one of those guys, Amelia.”

I swallowed hard. The way he touched me had my body inching forward, wishing his hand would slide a little higher up my leg.

“And you think I’m one of those girls?” I wasn’t offended at all; he was taking his time to obtain consent, which I wholeheartedly gave him. “I have a hard time keeping myself professional around you too.” I wanted to call him by name, but the idea of calling him boss, begging him to order me to be bad to him, had my heart racing.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” His hand inched higher until his fingertips brushed the outside of my panties, and I almost lost it. “I like it.”

“This isn’t a game, Mr. Blackwell.” I finally found my inner vixen again, the one who got lost in the excitement of flirting in his office, and I turned her loose. My body bumped on the seat as the car hit a pothole, and I scooted forward until his fingersjammed against my core. “And I’m not playing.” I locked eyes with him as he stared me down and felt when his fingers slid the elastic of my panties aside.

“God you’re wet. You really do want this…With me?” Again, the consent thing? I almost groaned audibly but managed to contain my frustration. Instead, I leaned in, brushed my lips against his ear and whispered my next words.

“If you don’t stop talking and just make me come, I’m going to spontaneously combust.”

The car seemed to grow hotter, and I could feel every movement as he shifted on the plush leather seat. His finger slid inside me, and I could’ve sworn he whispered my name into my ear as I arched into his touch. The world spun away from us as his finger stroked inside me, hitting that spot again and again that had my toes curling in my shoes. Xander’s other free hand went to the base of my neck, palm curved around the nape, angling my mouth upward toward his.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about doing this to you?” My breath caught at his confession, but the shocking part heated me even more. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you senseless right now.”

“Then do it,” I taunted.

His finger worked inside me, thumb pressing into my clit, and I whimpered as I pawed at his coat, wishing I could feel his skin under my palms. His lips claimed mine, opening my mouth so his tongue could search me. I kissed him back as I managed to open a few buttons on his shirt and feel the heat of his chest muscles on my fingertips.

“Such a wet little pussy,” he purred, but his fingers pulled out. I felt him curl them around the crotch of my panties, and then he tugged hard. The waistband scraped over my hips; I thought the material would rip so I lifted my hips, and he had my panties around my knees with one strong pull.

“God,” I hissed, feeling his eyes burning into me. He slid my panties down my legs and carefully removed them, leaving my heels in place. After shoving them in his pocket, he hooked two fingers around the back of my left knee and tugged, and I knew what he wanted.

“I think your dick got a little swollen, Boss,” I mewled as I settled onto his lap. The bulge was unmistakable; he was rock-hard. His hands left my legs and worked the fly of his tux pants. He was fumbling with his belt, hands shaking slightly in excitement he couldn’t mask. I felt the same way as I watched him.

“You want to be a bad girl for me, Amelia? Want your boss to tie you up and make you work hard?” Xander’s hand thrust into his slacks then reappeared wrapped around his hard dick. He was huge, and precum already dripped from the tip. I had no idea that I had gotten him that worked up already, and it only made my arousal for him stronger.

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