But I see none of the white, because my vision is draped in red. My throat closes up as I lean sideways to scoop up the towel, intending to cover what belongs to me, but Veda catches my mouth with her own first. I can’t pull away because she’s succulent, her mouth like a juicy peach. The comparison forces me to remember how she looked on her knees, her lips straining around my girth…and then I’m kissing her back. I’m wild in a heartbeat, fucking her mouth in front of everyone.
Veda is so slight that I have no problem lifting up her body and twisting her around, so her legs are draped over the arms of my chair, her pussy pressing down on my erection, warm and compact. They’re seeing too much of her, so my hands go to her ass, cupping those sweet, round cheeks with the intention to hide them. But her mouth is moving with mine in complete disregard for the rest of the world, so I knead them instead…and then she levers herself up with the use of the chair’s arms and bounces back down, freeing her tits from the white triangles.
Somehow I manage to slant my head and look past Veda while quite literally molesting her mouth, and I find a range of reactions taking place, starting with outrage and ending in all-out fuck lust. It’s the latter—that coveting of my angel—that has me pulling away from Veda’s kiss. “Everyone out,” I thunder. “Now.”
As if I’m not hot enough already, her mouth opens on a puff of air, clearly impressed by the way three words from me has sent my employees scurrying from the room. But that approval fades when she sees the anger I can feel twisting my expression. And it vanishes completely when I stand and slap her ass down on the conference room table. “That was a very bad thing you did, Veda.”
Her mouth opens, closes, opens again. “I just wanted her to know.”
“Know what?”
“That you want me and not her!” Veda screams at the top of her lungs.
In one hasty movement, she attempts to slide off the table and get away, but that’s definitely not happening. For one, she’s responsible for the unbearable, throbbing ache in my pants and two, I’ll go out of my goddamn mind if she stays angry at me for long. Already, my sanity is beginning to fray under the weight of her frown, the outrage glittering in her eyes. I manage to keep her hips pinned to the conference table with my own and satisfaction whispers in my gut when she gasps at the feel of my erection.
Now, I’m aware that Veda is simply acting her age. She’s a seventeen-year-old girl and her every emotion is amplified under the microscope of confusing hormones and a lack of emotional maturity. It also occurs to me that her whimsical behavior is part of what attracted me to her in the first place, so these little lessons that need to be taught along the way are par for the course.
And who ever said learning couldn’t be fun?
“Veda.” I grip her chin, tilting her face up. “If you’re going to come with me to work-related events, you have to behave yourself.”
“You’re not my father,” she fumes. “I don’t have to do anything you say.”
I come very close to revealing I’m her legal guardian, but manage to keep the truth locked up. Just barely. The desire to let her know just how thoroughly she’s mine is growing stronger by the minute. “I want to give you everything, Veda. Anything you want in the goddamn world. I had one rule. Keep your body covered around other men. And you just broke it.”
She appears contrite, but I know better than to trust that. Especially when that lower lip swells into a pout and she begins playing with my shirt collar. I know she’s distracting me, but my cock doesn’t give a shit. The cursed thing is trying to rip its way free of my pants to get to Veda’s tight heaven. “I don’t want to fight, Ramsey.” Her baby blues lift and slay me. “Please…can’t we just kiss and make up?”
She’s playing me somehow, but I want my mouth on hers too badly to care. Want to fuck her. Fuck her to multiple orgasms so she smiles like the princess that she is for the rest of the day. Scooping Veda up onto the conference room table, I lick past her lips, growling at the singular taste. Her thighs slide wide on the table and moisture leaks from my dick in anticipation, wetting the fly of my pants.
My fingers find the flimsy ties of her swimsuit on either side of her hips and slide them undone, dragging the white bottoms away and revealing her cunt, although I can’t see it because I’m too busy loving her mouth, reveling in her small gasps every time I send my tongue deep. I’m trying to decide whether to suck her nipples or just free my cock already and take what I need—