Page 48 of Only For Him

“I’m not sure, Boss … What happened to him?”

“I believe he got intoxicated and tripped on the train tracks.”

“That sounds tragic,” he comments. And the dark look we share speaks volumes.

“It is.” I murmur, “Such a senseless way to die.”

“And when did that happen?” He gives me an expectant look.

“I would have liked tonight, but let’s stick with his habits. He often goes out Thursday evenings.”

“Understood.” With his response, I exit out of the photo, and rid myself of the problem once and for all.

“Is that all, Boss?”

“Yes. Thank you, Nate.”

Just as he prepares to leave, there’s a knock at the office door.

Checking the cameras, my pulse races and a heat gathers along my skin. A different heat, the kind I crave. My little pet is early after all.

“When you leave, keep the door open for her, will you?”

Nate’s smile is knowing. “Of course.”

I don’t miss Braelynn’s wide eyes of surprise as Nate opens the door. “Braelynn,” he greets her and she flushes. “Have a good night.” He keeps his distance, professional but friendly. His gaze moves to mine with an easy nod before the door closes, leaving her alone with me.

Her movements are nervous as she tucks a stray lock of dark brown hair behind her ear.

“You look beautiful tonight,” I tell her, my voice softer and deeper than anticipated. Coated in the sinful thoughts that filter into my mind.

Of me fisting her perfectly curled hair, of me smearing that lipstick with a brutal kiss. Of me ripping that loose lace blouse off of her, lifting her skirt up and fucking her against the wall. We haven’t made use of most of the surfaces in here. I aim to change that as quickly as possible. I want memories of her everywhere I look.

“Thank you,” she whispers and questions, “should I—”

“I know I left in a bit of a rush last night,” I interrupt her and push my chair out, patting my lap. “Come here.”

She’s quick to come to me, removing her heels to settle down in my lap. Her deep brown eyes never leave mine like they’re searching for something.

With both hands braced on my shoulders, she faces me with an expectantly look. My right hand settles on her hip, my left brushes her hair back from her face and I stare down at those bloodred lips of hers.

“I have problems sleeping, so when I woke up it was …” I lift my gaze to hers to complete the thought, “… alarming.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“You’re apologizing because I fell asleep and then scared the shit out of you?” I shake my head at her. She’s sweet and innocent. She has compassion and empathy where I do not. The last thing I want to do is tarnish it. I want to keep her like this for as long as I can.

“I’m sorry you were alarmed.”

“It’s not your fault. I think you know by now, I have issues. I’m not a good man, but I’ll do what I can to be good to you.”

My admission rewards me with a shy flush from my good, sweet girl.

“You’re better now?”

Leaning back, I move my hand under her, readjusting and pulling my cock out.

“I will be shortly.”

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