Page 13 of Off Limits Daddies
"I tried to talk to you."
"You tried to apologize. To tell me it was a mistake." Her voice cracks. "I couldn't hear that. Not after ..."
"After what?"
She shakes her head, backing away. "It doesn't matter. It was almost ten years ago."
"It matters to me." I close the distance between us. "You mattered to me."
"Past tense." But her breathing has quickened, her chest rising and falling beneath the blazer.
"No." I reach up and cup her face, my thumb tracing her cheekbone. "Present tense. You matter to me, Mia. You always have."
Her eyes search mine, looking for the lie. "You don't know me anymore."
"Then let me." I lean closer, my forehead nearly touching hers. "Let me know you again."
"This is insane." But she doesn't pull away. "You're my boss. My father's best friend. This can't happen."
"It already did." My lips brush hers, barely a touch.
She makes a sound that's half sob, half laugh. "You're married."
"Divorced."
Her eyes widen. "I didn't know."
"There's a lot you don't know." I kiss her properly this time, and she melts against me with a moan that goes straight to my cock.
The kiss turns desperate fast. Her hands fist in my shirt while mine slide into her hair, angling her head for deeper access. She tastes like coffee and mint and something uniquely her that I've never forgotten.
"We can't do this here," she gasps against my mouth.
"My office." I'm already walking her backward, my hands on her waist.
We stumble through my office door, and I kick it closed behind us. The lock clicks into place. Then I'm lifting her onto my desk, scattering papers and pens. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.
"This is a terrible idea," she breathes as I kiss down her neck.
"The worst." I unbutton her blouse with shaking fingers. "Tell me to stop."
"I can't." Her head falls back as I kiss the swell of her breasts above her bra. "God help me, I can't."
I make quick work of her clothes, desperate to see her, to touch her everywhere. She's more beautiful than I remembered. Soft curves and smooth skin that flushes pink under my hands. When I finally push inside her, we both freeze, overwhelmed by the sensation.
"Jack." My name on her lips sends fire sizzling through my veins.
I move slowly at first, savoring every inch, every gasp, every clench of her body around mine. But the need builds too fast, fueled by years of wanting and wondering. My thrusts become harder, more desperate. She meets me stroke for stroke, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"Look at me," I demand, and when her eyes open, the connection nearly destroys me.
She comes first, her body arching off the desk, my name torn from her throat. I follow seconds later, burying my face in her neck as pleasure crashes through me.
For a long moment, we stay tangled together, breathing hard. Reality seeps back in slowly. What we've done. Where we are. All the reasons this was a mistake.
I pull back and help her sit up, suddenly aware of how disheveled we both are. She won't meet my eyes as she reaches for her clothes.
"Mia." I catch her hand. "Why did you really leave?"
