She's Too Young(23)
I wait for the embarrassment to surface, but it never does. I’m only concerned about Veda, so I lift her up into my arms, carry her to one of the deck chairs and use a towel to wipe her face.
She nuzzles my hand, sending my heart slamming up against my ribcage. “Ramsey?”
“Yes, angel?”
Her fingers trace my collarbone. “Take me back to the meeting with you.”
Chapter Nine
I know bringing Veda into the meeting is a bad idea. Even though I trust my employees—especially the ones in this particular room—to be discreet, walking through the doorway with a towel-wrapped Veda signals a change. I’m publicly acknowledging that she’s mine. In every sense. That I have no problem letting her interfere in my professional life. My behavior will be frowned upon—behind closed doors, obviously—but ask me if I give a fuck. My girl wants to sit on my lap during the meeting, so that’s exactly what is happening. I love having her there, too, that snug bottom pressing down on my cock, which is already growing thick and desperate for her pussy. Or God, her mouth, her ass. I’m determined to have every part for myself. I will.
She has turned to the side, her shoulder propped against my chest, head tucked beneath my chin. Everyone is attempting not to stare and failing. Even with Veda’s delicious body covered with a towel, I’ve noticed two of my male employees adjust themselves beneath the table. Everyone wants her—it’s something I have to learn to accept, consoling myself with the fact that I’d slit the jugular of anyone who actually laid a finger on her perfect skin.
Mine.
And I want everyone to know it.
Before Veda, I never used my money as an excuse to play against the rules, but that standard went out the window when I bought her with a check. Now, as I sit and listen to yet another list of the drawbacks and advantages that come with the potential investment, I don’t care who knows Veda’s age. I’m her legal guardian. She’s been given to me with her father’s “blessing” and I have a team of lawyers who would bury anyone who questioned me. So the public can send as much well-concealed shock in my direction as it pleases, she’s going to be a permanent fixture in my life now and she’ll dance in and out of as many business meetings as her heart desires. They can’t take her away from me.
Anyone who tries will pay.
I look down at Veda and notice her attention is glued on Allison and I’m astonished to see jealousy in her expression. Trying to see my head of marketing through Veda’s eyes, I admit men might find her attractive, but I’m certainly not one of them. All I need is sitting on my lap with her fingers curled in the collar of my shirt. “I don’t like the way she looks at you,” Veda whispers.
I massage her knee with my hand. “She just watched me have an orgasm. Whatever odd way she’s looking at me is probably warranted.”
Veda clearly doesn’t appreciate my wry comment. “You said you would fire the women I pointed out.” She pouts in Allison’s direction and I notice for the first time that my employee is eyeing me with…speculation. Interest. “I don’t want her around you,” Veda finishes.
I drop my mouth to Veda’s ear, so I can speak without being heard. “Angel, do you have any idea how much you’ve addicted me? I’m counting the minutes until everyone leaves so I can push your legs apart. Going to get your pink cunt all creamy with my mouth. Then I’m going to put your hair in pigtails and bounce you up and down on my cock. You think there is anyone in this room—in any fucking room—that could get me hotter than that? Than you?” She squirms in my lap and I know I’ve turned her on. She’ll be as addicted to fucking me as I am to fucking her, soon enough. “Now be a good girl and keep your thighs pressed together until we’re alone. I want that tight hole kept warm and protected until I’m ready to use it.”
After everything I’ve said, her cheeks are flushed, but she’s not reassured. Not entirely. She tosses me a stubborn look and I have the sudden premonition that trouble is ahead. My angel likes to get her way, by fair means or foul, and she also has the advantage of knowing I’m wrapped around her little finger.
“Veda,” I warn. “We’ll sort it out later.”
Keeping her gaze locked on Allison, Veda turns her face into my neck and licks a path up to my ear lobe. There is a distinct pause in the presentation, but it’s nothing compared to the silence that ensues when Veda shrugs off her towel, baring her bikini-clad body to the room. The silence doesn’t last long, however, because a low chorus of masculine groans fills the room at the vision Veda creates: a ripe, young blonde, too-sexy-for-her-own-good, her tits and ass barely contained within the white nylon bathing suit.