Page 28 of Alpha Daddy

“If you need me, I’ll be down the hall. Last door on the right,” he says before turning and marching for the door.

It closes with a gentle click, and for a moment, I stare after him, waiting for the door to open again. Waiting for him to change his mind and come back to do…something.

But he doesn’t, and I stand there waiting like an idiot for way too long before retreating to the bathroom in defeat.

As I sink into a hot stream of the best water pressure I’ve ever felt, letting the heat sink deep down into my muscles and draw out the aches and pains from a long day at work, confused thoughts rattle around in my mind.

Have I been misinterpreting Alessandro’s generosity as some covert attempt to mask his attraction to me?

Or is he just being nice out of the kindness of his heart?

If he were interested in me, surely he’d be more up front about it. He’d say something, make a move, not dismiss himself right after showing me to a guest room and disappearing without a word.

Maybe I’m the only one entertaining illicit thoughts after all.

Maybe it’s stupid to be attracted to my boss, especially one so much older than I am. I should give up the idea that there’s any chance of something transpiring between us. He’s a gentleman, doing his best to aid a damsel in distress. He doesn’t want anything more than gratitude in return.

The sooner I accept that, the better.

ALESSANDRO

Before I can bother to show Jessa how the knobs in the shower work, the thought of her naked, wet, and covered in suds has my blood racing south, stiffening my cock, and I know it’s only a few seconds before it’s rock hard and begging for attention.

I have to put some distance between us if I have any hope of controlling myself, of keeping my word.

It would be easy–probably too easy–to strip her down and bend her over the side of the bed to fuck her senseless, but I cling to whatever shred of willpower I still possess and hurry from the guest room. I said nothing would happen, that she’d spend tonight alone, and I have no intentions of going back on my word.Even if I’d like to.

As I hurry toward the primary bedroom, my throbbing cock fights against the front of my sweats, desperate to be unleashed. It takes everything in me to slip inside and close the door, cutting me off from the temptation that’s trying to drag me back down the hall.

I flop back onto my king-sized bed and stare up at the slowly twirling ceiling fan overhead, the mental image of Jessa a few feet away making my thoughts hazy. My cock throbs as I imagine slipping back down the hall to hop in the shower with her, entertaining all the things I could do to her if she’d let me.

Of course she would.

Who would say no to being knotted by an alpha?

I could make her feel things she’s never felt before, open her eyes to what a true alpha is capable of. If only for a night, I could make her mine, but what would that mean for us in the morning?

She’s my employee.I’m her boss. Burying my cock inside her is a line in the sand we can’t cross. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s in the employee handbook I gave her to look over. It’s a rule that shouldn’t be broken and is punishable by termination.

Even though I wrote the damn thing.

“Goddammit, Alex,” I mumble, my cock straining against the material constricting it as I imagine fucking her on my desk in the office, her breasts bouncing as I drive into her, my knot locking us together while the rest of the world carries on unknowingly outside the door.

I groan, the need to find my release making my entire body ache, and I shove down the waistband of my sweatpants. My cock bobs free as I close my eyes, my hand finding the base and wrapping around my knot. I squeeze gently, imagining it’s Jessa’s delicate fingers wrapping around me, and I hiss through my teeth.

I imagine her before me, on her knees, staring up at me, her beautiful blue eyes wide.God, what a sight to behold.As she takes me in her mouth, running her tongue experimentally around my head, precum weeps out, and I gather it on my fingers, slowly stroking over my throbbing length.

I’m lost to the fantasy, picturing how it would feel to have her lips slowly moving over my cock, her tongue teasing every inch of my length. I’d go slow at first, letting her play with me however she wants, before pressing harder and lodging myself deep in her throat. Tears would pool in her eyes as she tries not to gag, but she’d take it all like the good girl she is.

So good…

After throat-fucking her, I’d pull her onto my lap, breathing in her sweet, floral scent as I trail kisses down her neck. My hands would tease and massage every inch of her soft skin, memorizing her curves in a silent dance as she sits on my cock and slowly takes every thick inch.

She groans in my ear, and my hand tightens around my shaft as my hips buck upward, desperately wishing it was her tight cunt I was pressing into.

In this daydream, nothing matters. Our age difference is a thought neither of us care to entertain, and neither are our roles at the restaurant. There’s only us, her pussy clenching hard around my cock until I’m teetering on the edge of a climax, and she’s panting my name like a hallowed prayer.

Finally, when I can’t hold out any longer, I slip my hand down a final time and grip my knot, imagining it’s buried inside her, locking us together. Her nails bite into my back, and I can almost feel the sting as they rake across my skin before I press my lips against hers in a searing kiss.

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