Page 11 of Corrupted Pleasure
Wait. What?Dad!Did she just fucking call him Juliette’s dad?
My heart sank with those words. I wanted to scream it at the top of my lungs, but I couldn't. Not only was he completely out of my league... but he was Juliette's father, and there were some lines one just couldn't cross.
“Juliette, you didn’t tell me you and your friends were coming to stay here this weekend.” God, his voice. “I didn’t expect to see you so soon after last week’s visit.”
His voice melted the rest of me because at this point, my panties were soaked. Holy hotness, I had never seen a man so hot. I wanted to walk over to him, shove him into a corner and then take advantage of him. Or maybe he could take advantage of me.
“You horny graduate,” Ivy subtly muttered to me under her breath. Or not. Because apparently everyone heard her. The girls laughed. Juliette’s dad didn’t.
“Sorry, Dad. We decided last minute,” Juliette said, still laughing. “We needed to decompress.”
There wasn’t enough alcohol to wipe out this stupid feeling. My eyes slowly turned to Juliette’s father, feeling like the biggest idiot on this planet. Horniest idiot, but still a goddamn idiot.
He looked too good to be the rumored criminal. I mean, Irish mobsters weren’t supposed to look this good. Right? Whenever Juliette talked about him, I pictured him with a round belly and a whiskey bottle in his hands. Not that I expected him to walk around with a bottle in his hand.
Clearing my throat, I struggled to find my voice. It took me two attempts to finally utter a word.
“Mr. B-Brennan,” I choked out, attempting to smile. All the while I stuttered. “S-so nice to m-meet you.”
He didn’t even acknowledge me.Ouch.
“You four stay here,” he ordered in a hard tone, and my heart thundered in an unnatural way when his eyes returned to me. Fuck, it felt like he electrified the entire room and his gaze burned. It was as if I stood next to a burning fireplace for way too long. “I have a meeting with a visitor downstairs. I don’t want to seeanyof you roaming the house.”
Why did he look at me when he said any of you? It almost sounded as if he insinuated I’d search him out and seduce him. Jesus, if he was a stranger… maybe. But he was Juliette’s father. Seduction and fucking him was out of the question.
God, my heart drummed against my ribs and adrenaline poured into my bloodstream with images of how good fucking him would feel. I justknewit.
The door shut firmly behind him and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Even if I could find my voice at this moment, I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Except…I want him.
The whole idea was ludicrous. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling off.
“That was priceless,” Wynter broke the silence, laughing as she zipped her duffle bag up. “I’m so glad I stayed around long enough to see that.”
I glared at her, then stuck my tongue out. “Why didn’t you guys warn me?”
Ivy shrugged her shoulders, then took another swig of her drink. “I didn’t know.”
“I tried to tell you,” Wynter smirked. “You wouldn’t listen.”
Juliette rolled around the floor, still laughing. “The best part was when you said, ‘spank my ass and I’ll call you daddy’,” she cackled. “Don’t tell me you find him hot?”
“Juliette, your dadishot,” I told her. “I have never seen a hotter guy, dad or no dad. Ever!”
Ivy chuckled. “Are you going to ask him for his number?” she snickered.
“Hahaha,” I retorted dryly. “I’m not asking him for anything. He’s Juliette’s dad.”
Juliette shrugged. “I don’t care if you ask him for his number. I’m going to warn you though. He doesn’t keep girlfriends around for long. I have yet to meet one.”
Maybe he was waiting for me?I thought silently and thankfully those words stayed behind my lips.
“Maybe he’s been waiting on Davina all this time,” Wynter added, as if she read my thoughts.
“Don’t be silly,” I groaned, embarrassed that it was actually a hopeful thought. I still couldn’t believe those words that slipped through my lips and Mr. Brennan heard them.
It wasn’t every day you see so much hard muscle and a gaze that literally stole the breath from your lungs. I’d never forget those eyes, those lips, that body for as long as I lived. I might even think about this man who was at least twenty years my senior, as I pleasured myself tonight. That was a sure way to come undone.
“Well, I’ve got to go,” Wynter announced.
