“Nope. Next,” I grumble, looking at my Rolex for the eighteenth time in the past twenty minutes.

Levi sits up in his chair and raises a brow at me. “What crawled up your ass and died?”

My jaw clenches. “I have something I need to get to and this shit is a waste of time.”

Levi, the bastard, laughs. “Well, too fucking bad. You’re going to hear this shit out and then you can go run to your high-dollar whore.”

Mateo smirks, and I pin him with an icy stare.

“So, you two assholes are tag-teaming me now?” I snap, then turn to glare at Trevor. “You too?”

Trevor holds his hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t say a word.”

“Who’s the lucky girl?” Mateo probes. “Last time you acted like this big of a dick was when you started seeing Julia.”

Nosy bastard. I push back, because that’s the kind of motherfucker I am. “How’s Karelma?” I lick my lips. His daughter is eighteen and has quite the ass on her. I’ve often thought about tapping that ass just to piss him off.

He scowls, his features growing stormy. “I sent her away. Ever since Valencia died, she's been acting out.”

“Anyway,” Levi growls, slinging a folder my way. “They’re every bit as profitable as DSL. They’re up and coming. We buy now at this price, and we take that territory and market share.”

Unimpressed, I flip open the file. The numbers are fine, but Trevor will make a better assessment. I shove them over to him. He takes the file and leans back in his chair, resting his ankle on his knee, a half smile on his face.

I check my watch again, which has Mateo and Levi both laughing at me. Fucking pricks. I just want to get home. Yesterday afternoon was just the tip of the iceberg. Tonight, I’m going to defile Rowan Wheeler.

“What’s the deal with Jax Wheeler?” Trevor asks out of the goddamn blue.

I snap my glare his way. He’s no longer looking at the folder, but instead has a worried expression on his face. Does he think I’ll run into trouble with that asshole? Nobody fucks with me. Jax Wheeler will learn that the hard way. I’m going to ruin his daughter’s sweet cunt and there’s not a damn thing he can do to stop me.

“It’s not about Rowan,” Trevor groans. “It’s about Lucy.”

“Who the fuck is Lucy?” Levi demands.

Trevor’s normally playful disposition is replaced by one of worry. “She’s my…never mind. I just want to know what Jax’s deal is. I thought he was a pharmaceutical rep.”

“Yeah? So?” I’m already bored of this conversation. I’d much rather discuss how Jax’s daughter is going to squeal like a pig soon. I check my watch. Again.

“He’s got money, obviously. The dude lives next door to your preppy ass. And he’s got a grown daughter. So why the hell is he over at the middle school all the time?” Trevor asks, his brows furrowed.

I shrug. “Does it look like I’m Jax’s keeper?”

“Nope,” Levi says with a grin. “But maybe you should learn his schedule if you’re going to fuck his little girl.”

Mateo sits up and frowns. “What?”

“I’m done with you assholes,” I snap and rise. “If Trevor says this shit is good, then go ahead with it. You dicks can finish this meeting on your own. Some of us would like to get laid this century.”

Stalking out of the boardroom, I make a pass to my office to make sure I lock up. I pass by Levi’s office and movement makes me pause. When I peek in the window, I see our office assistant, Kristyn Marshall, sitting at his desk. Curiosity has me pushing open his door and sticking my head inside.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

Her cheeks blaze crimson and she shakes her head. “No, sir.” I rake my gaze over her tits spilling out of the top of her shirt. Woman’s got nice tits, for sure.

“Is there a reason you’re sitting in Levi’s chair like you own the damn place?” I demand, straight to the point. I smirk, knowing exactly why she’s in here.

She swallows and lifts her chin. “He’s asked me to stay here until he returns.”

I arch a brow at her. “And if you don’t?”

Her brows crash together. “He won’t be pleased.”

In another life—hell, a few months ago—I’d be into playing some games with Levi and Kristyn. And as much as watching Levi fucking Kristyn gets my dick hard, the idea of sweet Rowan pinned beneath me naked and squirming nearly maddens me with lust.

“You best be a good girl and obey him,” I warn, my voice cold and authoritative.

She shifts in her chair, crossing her legs. “Yes, sir.”

I chuckle as I leave her be. Levi lucked out finding that juicy, compliant little thing. So eager to please.

And while sir has a nice ring to it…I much prefer Daddy.

* * *

When I walk into the house through the garage, it’s quiet. Brock and Hayden are gone. The younger boys should be at football. That means I have the house to myself for a while. I shed my jacket and throw it over a chair before bounding up the stairs. Since Brock’s room has a direct view into Rowan’s, I head straight there. As I’d hoped, I find her curtains wide open. The moment she sees me, she smiles and runs over to the window. Both windows are closed, so I can’t hear what she’s saying. Her mouth moves, and I think she says, “I missed you.”

I point at her, then point to the ground in front of me.

She quickly looks over her shoulder, then back at me, a frown marring her pretty face. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she’s trying to tell me her dad’s home.

Gritting my teeth, I point in front of me again. “Now.”

Her eyes widen at my word she could no doubt read. After a moment of hesitation, she holds up a palm and nods.

I stalk away without another glance. Trotting down the stairs, I ignore all the pictures on the wall—pictures Julia hung once upon a time. They’re of the boys when they were smaller. I haven’t updated them. I’m not sure I’d even know how to open the back and put the pictures in. So, they stay, frozen in time. The cunt left us and it’s her loss. Those kids needed her, and she left. I may be a shitty parent, but at least I’m here. I teach them how to be real men and not think with their hearts.

Hearts are fucking ridiculous.

Real men think with their cocks.

The bigger the cock, the smarter they are.

I’m just stepping into the foyer when the front door opens. Rowan peeks her head in. She’s done her makeup dramatically. It makes me want to scrub it all away. I like it when she looks pure and fresh-faced.

“Next time, no makeup,” I say, my voice cool. “You’re beautiful, but you don’t need that shit on your face. Save it for when you’re an old lady.”

She stalls in the entryway, red splotches blooming on her neck from embarrassment. Jesus, she’s so easy to read.

“Come, angel.”

At the nickname, her shoulders relax and she starts my way. She’s gorgeous tonight in a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top. I love that her legs seem to glimmer under the chandelier. Soon, I’ll have them wrapped around me.

“Kneel,” I say in a soft voice.

She bites on her lip, hesitating only briefly, before she falls to her knees. I reach forward and stroke her hair. “I love how well you listen. It makes me want to reward you.”

“I wore your necklace,” she says with a shy smile. “I didn’t take it off, even when I bathed.”

I smile at her. “Then you do deserve a reward, angel.” I hold my hands out to her. She takes them and allows me to pull her to her feet. I tug her to me and wrap my arms around her slight frame. Her entire body seems to melt against mine.

“You smell good, Eric.”

“You smell better.”

She giggles, and my cock hardens. Fuck, this is the best thing I’ve done in quite some time. Life can get boring when you get whatever the hell you want. She’s something I’ve wanted for so long—since she was fifteen and I saw her doing cartwheels in my front yard. I promised myself right then I’d wait until she was ready for me and make her mine on her eighteenth birthday.

“Take off your clothes and leave them on the floor. They need to know Daddy is busy,” I tell her and kiss the top of her head.

She looks up at me from beneath her dark, heavily painted lashes. “They hate me now.”

“Does it matter what my sons think, or does it matter what I think?”

“You,” she breathes.

“Correct. Now, take your clothes off. I hate asking twice.”

She quickly peels off her tank and tosses it to the floor. Her black bra pushes her full tits together and up. As much as I love the look, I want to see her pink nipples. All it takes is a nod of encouragement and she frees her tits from the bra. My gaze is piercing as I watch her undo her jean shorts. They fall to the floor at her ankles, then her panties get pushed down too.

“Beautiful,” I praise. “How’s my pussy?”

She giggles, and my cock jumps in my slacks. “She’s good. You kind of hurt her yesterday, but I soaked in the tub last night. Everything feels better now.”

“Did you play with yourself?”

Her smile falls, and she shakes her head. “No. Was I supposed to?”

Such a sweet, innocent thing.

“No. Definitely not. You’re not allowed to pleasure yourself. That’s my job. Understood?”

“Of course.”

I hold my hand out to her. “Come with me.”

She grips my hand tightly. I love this kid’s enthusiasm. Since she’s been in my house a thousand times, she walks behind me, knowing exactly where we’re going. My room. We enter my space that’s long been redecorated to erase Julia from my presence. Dark greys and black furniture. It’s my domain and one of the few places I can relax.

The only two women I’ve had in this room are Julia and now Rowan. I’ve fucked women in my pool and the guest rooms, and even my office. But none ever got to come to my room.

Rowan is a very special girl.

“How do you think this is going to go?” I ask as I point at my bed.

She walks over to it and sits on the edge. “Um, it’ll hurt again?”

I chuckle as I tug at the knot of my tie. Her eyes are zeroed in on my movements. She’s nervous, but trying so hard to be brave. Sweet girl.

“Your necklace looks so pretty on you. It makes me want to dress you in lots of jewelry.” I toss the tie and start unbuttoning my shirt. “What would you like next, angel?”

She smiles innocently. “Maybe some earrings?”

“Of course. I’ll find some as pretty as you.”

Her lashes bat at her cheeks. She drinks in the compliments and praise as though it nourishes her sexy little body. Drink up, angel. You’re going to sweat it all out soon.

I shed my shirt and drape it over an armchair, then take off my wife beater. Her hot gaze is on my chest like it was in the pool two days ago. I tug at my belt, and she winces.

“Your ass bruised?”

She nods. “It hurts to sit.”

“You won’t try to suck anyone’s dick but mine now, will you?”

Her head shakes in vehemence. “No.”

Letting my slacks fall to the floor, I kick out of them and my shoes. I pull off my dress socks, because I’m not a fucking grandpa who fucks in socks like her precious daddy probably does. My dick strains in my boxers, and I grab at it.

“I’m going to fuck you gently, angel,” I reveal, my voice soft.

Her eyes, I swear to fucking God, flicker with hearts in them. “Really?”

“First, I’m going to kiss that wet cunt. It’s wet, is it not?”

“It’s very wet,” she breathes.

“Lie back and spread your legs,” I order. “Did you get on the pill today?”

“I took my first one this afternoon,” she tells me as she lies back. Her cunt is a pretty pink this evening, no longer abused like last night.

“In a month, I’ll be able to come in you all the time.” I prowl over to her and push my boxers down. My erection bounces out heavily. Most women go fucking bananas over my dick because older women love big cocks. I’m unsure how Rowan will take it, though. Her little cunt could barely take my fingers. She’ll grow to love it eventually.

I kneel in front of the bed and inhale her scent. I love the smell of innocence. It makes me so fucking hungry. She whimpers when I grab her thighs and push them farther apart. Her pussy opens up to me like a flower. I want to go straight for her little bud and suck all of her nectar from her.

“Does Jax know you’re here?” I ask before pressing a soft kiss to her clit.

She mewls and shakes her head.

“I need to hear you.”

“No. I went out the back door. My radio is on, so he’ll probably think I’m just taking a bath or something,” she murmurs.

“What will he do when he finds out?”

“He won’t find out,” she assures me.

I run my tongue up her slit in a teasing manner, enjoying the way she whimpers. “Oh, angel, he’ll find out. Us daddies always know what our kids are up to. The question is, what will he do when he finds out?”

“I don’t know.”

Using my thumbs, I pull her outer lips apart and lick her harder than before. Her back arches off the bed. I love how sensitive she is. Her taste is so damn addictive. She whimpers and moans as I lose my mind a bit. I devour her sweet cunt until she cries out, her entire body shuddering. Pulling away, I admire the pretty girl on my bed. About damn time she’s here.

“You taste so good,” I praise. “I love your scent.”

Her cheeks turn bright red. “I smell?”

“You smell like your body needs mine. It’s a scent that speaks to my inner animal.”

“Oh.”

I stand, and my dick bobs in front of me. Her eyes drop to my cock, and she bites her bottom lip.

“Do you want me to suck it?” she asks.

“Not tonight, angel. Tonight is about you.”

“Really?” Her surprise can’t be masked. She’s so fucking cute. So easy to lure into my web of depravity.

“Really. Now, answer my question. What’s going to happen when he finds out?”

“I think he’s going to be mad,” she says with a sigh, her eyes still on my cock.

I stroke it for her. “Of course he will. You’re his little girl. I’m going to be defiling you. He’ll be fucking livid.”

Her brows scrunch together. “I’m scared. What if he…what if I can’t see you anymore?”

At this, I laugh. “I could ruin your daddy in three days. Destroy all of his work. Burn his house to the ground. Take away everything he owns. I make a shit ton more money than he does, angel. He wouldn’t dare.”

“But…” She frowns, and her nose turns pink. “Please don’t do that.”

I walk over to my end table and retrieve a condom. After I rip off the wrapper, I roll it onto my dick, then walk back over to her. “I’ll do whatever needs to be done to get what I want.”

“He’ll be mad, but let me talk to him. I know he trusts me to make good decisions,” she says, her chest heaving. I love watching her tits jiggle. One day soon, they’ll be purple. My teeth marks will ruin her creamy flesh.

“I’m a terrible decision,” I admit with a wolfish grin.

“No,” she says adamantly. “I…like you.”

“I like you too. Now, come here and let me kiss your pretty mouth.”

She brightens and throws herself into my arms. Our naked bodies meld together with my hard cock pressed between us. I love the way her perky tits feel smashed against my firm chest. Her tits are real. Most of the women I’ve been with in the last few years have had fake tits. When they reach a certain age, they like to try to regain their youth. I don’t mind fake tits, but these real tits are divine.

I grab her slender throat and squeeze hard enough to leave a bruise. I’m about to paint her neck with purples and blues so her daddy won’t be able to ignore what I’ve done to her. Just as she starts to wheeze for air, I let up and attack her mouth with mine. The kiss is anything but sweet. It’s a mating of two people about to join for the first time.

But unlike the other women I’ve been with, Rowan is a keeper. I knew it the day I saw her pink panties when she was doing cartwheels. Girls like her don’t come around often. And when you find them, you have to snag them up and keep them.

She’s mine, and Jax Wheeler can’t do a goddamn thing about it.