Page 38 of Off Limits Daddy

"I would absolutely like that. I can give you a long list of all ways that I would like to have you. And I have a very strong suspicion that you have your own fantasies that I’d be willing to fulfill. I know you think I'm being arrogant.” I walked toward her. “But I'd be good at giving you your fantasies. You know I would."

“That is arrogant.” She held her ground, not backing away as I approached her.

“Am I wrong?”

“That I have fantasies?”

Not exactly, but I nodded. “Yes.”

“I have some.”

“And I could give them to you. All you have to do is ask.”

I stood inches away. Electricity vibrated between us. It was so charged, we could probably light up a city block.

“Tell me, Veronica, what do you think about when you touch yourself?”

“What do you?”

“Since meeting you? You. You riding me like you did in the sauna. You sucking my dick. Me fucking you from behind. You name it, I think about it.” I realized I was back to trying to get her to change her no-touch policy. I stepped back to disengage. “I think this time, I’ll imagine fucking you from behind on the desk.”

I waited a beat, just in case she was going to change her mind. There was no doubt that she was turned on, but she was a strong woman. She wasn’t one to give in to her baser desires.

I smiled, disappointed but not upset or irritated. I respected her strength. I wanted to respect her wishes. “Enjoy your office.” I turned to exit again. I reached the door.

“You’re an evil man, did you know that?”

I tried to keep my smile from being smug as I turned to her. “What do you mean? I’ve given you an office. I’m respecting your boundaries.”

“I should have never told you that I thought about you the other day.” She leaned against the desk and crossed her arms.

I laughed. “Or given away that you were thinking about my dick in the car.”

“I wasn’t… I mean… I thought you were talking in an innuendo.”

“Why? The only way you could think that was because you were thinking of fucking me. It’s not a crime, nor should you be embarrassed. I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

“It’s distracting.” She shifted as if she was uncomfortable. Her version of blue balls, I decided.

“Luckily for you, you can use your hand too.”

She looked miffed. “Did you do this on purpose?”

“Do what?”

“You know what.”

“Do you do it to me on purpose?”

“No.”

“Face it, Veronica, it is what it is. We’ve got some major chemistry and lust going on. I suspect the more we ignore it, the more it will build.” I moved toward her for the final time. I’d either fuck her or I’d leave and stroke one off in the shower.

Her gaze drifted down to where my dick threatened to burst through the zipper of my jeans. She looked back up at me. “What does it mean?” Her confused, almost fearful expression had me stopping.

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m not your fiancée. I’m not looking for a relationship.”

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