Outside my office windows, I see the snow falling again. For the last three years, I’ve spent Christmas in my office, working out deals that made me more money. But I had no one to spend it on and a man only needs so many watches or cars or planes before all that becomes boring.

I run a hand down Willow’s slender back. The air in the office is cool and goosebumps are appearing now that the heat of passion has faded. I wrap an arm around her waist. “Hold on,” I whisper as I push to my feet.

She tightens her hold around me and buries her nose in the crook of my neck.

“Even your nose is cold,” I murmur, carrying her toward my private washroom. “Daddy’s not taking good care of his little girl.”

“I can take care of myself,” she mumbles.

“Not anymore.” I set her down on the sink counter and instruct the automated office assistant to turn the shower on to 112 degrees. As the water starts flowing, I dig in a cabinet and produce a sheet towel to drape around her bare back. I reach back in and grab a washcloth, which I wet under the shower stream. “How are you feeling? And tell me the truth because otherwise I’ll give you a punishment that you won’t like, such as not getting access to my cock for a week.”

She pushes her lower lip out. “I’d like to see how long you could last.”

“Three years,” I reply dryly.

Willow half laughs, half groans. “Fine. I’m sore. I guess you know that this was my first time.”

“Yeah. And I’m guessing you didn’t tell me because you thought I would have second thoughts.”

“Bingo. We know each other so well,” she says pertly.

I press the washcloth between her legs. There are bruise marks on her hips where my fingers dug in. And red marks between her thighs where my thighs abraded hers. I wipe the cloth lightly over those areas. I feel a surge of satisfaction at seeing my marks on her. One of these days I’m going to spread my seed over those white thighs and that creamy ass, pressing it in deep so that she’s forever marked by my scent.

I want to bind her to me with the heaviest chains so she can’t escape, so that every moment of every day, she’ll remember how it is to have my cock buried inside her wet, hot pussy. But this girl is only eighteen. Guilt spears me. I took her virginity and now, by keeping her with me, am I taking her future, too?

“I do have second thoughts, baby. And third ones. And fourth ones. They all surround the fact that I’m too old for you. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you and you shouldn’t be tied to an old man like me.”

“Here’s the thing, Con, I might be only eighteen, but I’ve been running my father’s life since I was eleven. The man can barely dress himself in the morning if I’m not around to lay out his tie, shirt and suit. When I turned fifteen, I started screening, researching and analyzing individual securities for him. That tip about buying Cecily Farm Cosmetics was all me.”

“You?” One of the better performing stocks in my portfolio these days was CFC, a company that specializes in creating cosmetics in the broadest hues possible. It’s been a hit since it went public two years ago and hasn’t stopped growing since then.

“Yes, me.” She pokes a finger in her chest. “I’m not a dumb kid, Con. I know what I want. It’s insulting to me if you don’t give me credit.” She slides off the counter and lets the towel drop to the floor. “Maybe you’re not smart enough to be my Daddy.”

She closes the shower door in my face and I’m too dumbfounded to move. A moment of panic flits through my head. Would she really find another man to take care of her? Yeah, that’s not happening. I’ll cut off my own dick before anyone else gets to see her in this state.

“You saved yourself for me, kitten.” I raise my voice loud enough to be heard over the running water. “From now on, no one else gets to take care of you but me.”

I swipe the towel off the ground and lay it on the sink. She’s going to need a hairdryer and probably a shirt. I did a number on the silk one she wore to the office.

I reach for the phone to dial Tim and then realize that he’s gone and his replacement is the one who needs all the supplies. Fuck. I’m not doing a very good job of pampering my baby girl. I wasn’t prepared for this. I wasn’t prepared to lay her out on my desk and make love to her. I wasn’t—

I pause in shock. Holy fuck. I didn’t wear a condom. I whip open the door. “Baby, tell me if you’re on the pill. I didn’t wear a condom.”

She blinks at me under a stream of water. “I’m on the pill, Con. I have been since forever. It helps regulate my period.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” I sag against the wall in relief.

A hurt look flashes across her face. “Don’t you want children, Con?”

I straighten immediately and reach out to cup her chin, not caring that the water is getting me wet. “Of course, I do, but I want time alone with you first.” I run a thumb over her lower lip and my cock jerks to attention. He wants inside her mouth bad. I pull her lip down. “Let me spoil you for a while. Okay?”

“Okay.” She licks the tip of my thumb and my knees nearly buckle.

I force myself to back away. “Finish up and dry off,” I say hoarsely. “We’ve got some shopping to do.”

Willow pushes the door open wider and I’m treated to a glorious view of water streaming over her perfect body.

“You sure you don’t want to join me? You look like you want to get wet.” She directs a pointed gaze at my erection.

This girl is going to be my ruination. I gather my tattered self-control and say, “I’d be a selfish ass to take you again so soon.”

A good part of me wants to tear the towel off and take her on the floor of my office, but I’ve already treated my angel more roughly than she deserves. It takes a miracle, but I manage to convince myself to leave. Out in the office, I gather up her clothes. Her wool skirt is a little crumpled. The socks and shoes are in good condition. Her shirt, though, is missing buttons and is generally unwearable. I make note of the cheap label and toss it in the trash.

She’s wearing bargain clothes while her dad makes millions off investments. What a fucking crock of shit. This is going to change immediately. I re-arrange our plans. First clothes and then home. She needs a new wardrobe, dinner, some glittery things for her perfect ears, and then we can fuck.

I venture out into Tim’s domain and find Willow’s winter coat. Inside her pocket, her phone buzzes. I look and see that her dad is calling. Unease skitters across my spine. Willow’s father is only a few years older than me. He’s going to lose his shit once he finds out I’m defiling his daughter.

“Con, do you have a shirt I can borrow?” I look up and see my sweet girl, standing with a towel around her top. Her plump breasts peek out above the terry cloth. I hate that towel. No, I wish I were the towel. I give myself a firm shake. I’m losing my mind here. I’m fucking jealous of a towel.

“Yeah, hold on. I’ve got an extra one in my office, but it’s going to be about six sizes too big.”

“Better than nothing,” she says optimistically.

What a sweetheart. The phone in my hand buzzes again. “Shit, I think it’s your dad. Do you want me to talk to him?”

She rushes forward. “No. He probably wants me to pick something up for him when I leave here.” She sighs after reviewing her messages. "I need to pick up a gift for Mimi. That's his current girlfriend.”

I don't like that her dad is stressing her out. I'm going to have to do something about that. "We'll pick something up on the way home."

"Home?"

"You're coming home with me." It's not up for debate.

"Oh, well, okay." Her mood immediately brightens and she disappears into the bathroom.

Did she think I was going to abandon her? That I was going to fuck her and send her on her way? She gave herself to me and now I get to keep her. It's wrong to be with a girl her age. She should be dating boys her own age—ones who carry their skateboard in the backpacks and stand outside in the cold down in Soho waiting for the latest streetwear to drop. She should not be with a man old enough to be her father.

Yet…she wants me. And I'm not giving that up.