Page 6 of Daddy's Intern

Mr. Untermeyer releases a deep chuckle. “If I were fifty years younger,” he replies. “I’d show you a good time.”

I can’t help but laugh, the man’s in his early seventies and yet doesn’t look a day over fifty. He’s still absolutely besotted with his wife, Gladys. They’re so cute together, and it’s amazing to watch how he cherishes her.

I let the men into the office, smiling sweetly at Tate as I enter behind them. He’s glowering at me, and I decide to annoy him even more. I take the long way around to my seat, running my hand along Mr. Untermeyer’s shoulders as I pass by him.

Tate’s scowl intensifies, and I take my seat with a bright smile on my face.

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“Have a wonderful evening,Mr. Untermyer. I hope Mrs. Untermyer feels better soon,” I say with a bright smile. I’m beyond tired. It’s ten o’clock at night, and I’m ready to drop.

“You too, Ms. Winters and I’m sure my Gladys will stop by and see you soon enough.”

My laugh is a little off, I’m too exhausted to continue with the polite facade, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “That would be lovely. Hopefully with a lot of rest she’ll be up and about in no time.” The woman hasn’t changed in the past ten years, she’s nosy as hell, and her beauty salon monthly outings with the other ladies is nothing more than a gossip fest.

I say goodbye to Mr. Untermyer and the rest of the businessmen who are just like the rest of the town, wanting to put a stop to the contractors wanting to build a mall on the outskirts of town. They don’t feel as though it would be a good thing for the town.

“The fuck was that?” Tate growls at me once we’re alone.

I turn to him, my brows knitted together, and I stare at him in confusion. “What was what?”

“You fucking flirting with them?” he snarls. “You think that’s professional? I fucking told you not to do that shit.”

I sigh, not in the mood to have an argument with him right now and nowhere near in the right frame of mind to even behave remotely professional. I move out of the conference room and toward his office where my purse and jacket are. We had a quick working lunch in there this afternoon between meetings, and I didn’t have time to move them.

I bend down, reaching for my purse, when the air goes static. My breath catches in my lungs at the electricity that flows through the air. I feel a hard slap against my ass. I pull in a sharp breath, and turn to glare at the asshole. “What the hell are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer me, his eyes are dark with rage, his lips pulled into a hard line. He reaches for me, his hand tightening around my wrist, and he pulls me over his lap as he sits on the couch. My stomach against his knees and my ass in the air.

“Let go of me,” I growl as I try to wiggle away from him. What the hell does he think he’s doing?

It’s no use, the man is strong and has a hard grip on me. I cry out as he brings his hand down against my ass again. “You do not,” he snarls. “Flirt with other men.”

Over and over again, he continues to spank me, and I’m so damn twisted that the pain turns into pleasure. The pit in my stomach grows with need, heat spreads through my body, and I bite back a moan.

God. There’s something wrong with me. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. He was once my stepfather. This isn’t right.

But why the hell does it feel so good?

“You enjoy teasing me, don’t you Anna-Beth. Always wearing these tight as fuck skirts, showing your amazing curves to me. You’re teasing me, playing with me. Well, no more.”

He pulls my skirt up to my hips and inhales sharply. “Naughty girl,” he growls as he spanks my ass.

I’m wearing a thong, and when he brings his hand down against my ass cheek, it jiggles from the force. “Christ,” he growls, the word a rumble from his chest.

I wiggle slightly, there’s an ache in the pit of my stomach, my pleasure is building, I need relief. I brush against his cock and still. Oh shit. He’s rock hard.

Oh my God. This can’t be happening.

I whimper as he brings his hand down once again.

God, I need relief,I need him.

CHAPTER FOUR

TATE

My control has snapped. It’s been fraying ever since she stepped back into Hallow Falls. I’m done holding back. She’s pushed me too far. Watching as she flirted with other men was more than I could take.

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