Fuck, it’s impossible to concentrate at work with Rose nearby. She has no idea what she did to me earlier in that meeting. While I was negotiating the terms for a new contract, all I could focus on were those tempting lips. The way she nibbled the tip of her pen nearly drove me over the edge. I was on the verge of throwing everyone out of the room and bending her over the conference room table.

I’ve never felt this way before, and I’ve had my share of women.

I don’t know what it is about her, but I can’t get her out of my head.

I canceled a client dinner to try and catch her before she ate. I want to spend as much time with her as possible, get to know everything about her. I want her underneath me, coming on a scream, while her pussy clamps around my cock.

When I get home, I catch her in her room and can’t believe my eyes. It’s like winning the lottery.

Pure, innocent Rose, on the bed, toying her sweet little cunt with a vibrator.

The primal urge to shove my cock into her rages through my body.

She’s frozen. A deer in the headlights.

“Don’t stop on my account.”

“Mr. Carver, umm, I—”

Embarrassment rushes into her cheeks, but her eyes tell a completely different story.

Doesn’t she know she’s playing with fire, and I have absolutely no problem watching her burn?

“I told you. Call me Tom.” I walk to the side of her bed, confidence in each of my steps.

She’s beautiful, and my cock hardens, imagining what her body looks like under the covers.

Her eyes sparkle while she waits, and I can tell she’s still touching herself as she looks at me.

I pride myself on being able to read situations, but I hadn’t expected her to be this naughty so soon.

My fingers brush along her jaw and over her lips. Her warm breath plays across my hand.

Her tongue darts out, tasting the tip of my thumb, while her eyes seem to ask for permission.

Fucking Christ.

I flash her a devilish smile. “Well, well, aren’t you just full of surprises.”

Her eyes widen as she holds my gaze. “Mr., umm, Tom, I-I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know why I just did that.” She looks away.

I shove a finger in her mouth. “I think I like you calling me ‘Mr. Carver’ better.”

Her cheeks suck around my finger, and her tongue swirls around it. I can’t help but imagine what it’d feel like, her doing the same thing to my cock.

Soon.

“So, what should we do about this? Do I need to take you over my knee? Punish you for being a dirty little bitch in my house?”

She moans around my finger when she hears my words. “If you think that’s what’s best—”

I stare down at her.

Her eyelashes flutter. “Mr. Carver.”

“Hmm.” I make a tsk-tsk sound and decide I’m going to take my time with her. Break her pussy in just right. Mold it to my cock. “I was going to invite you to dinner. I’m fucking starving.” I reach down and fist the back of her hair.

Her eyes fly open, and then fall half-hooded.

I lean down next to her ear, careful to exhale into it. “But you’ll be so much better.”

Her eyes close. “Oh my God,” she whispers.

I unbutton my shirt and peel it from each arm right in front of her. She looks like she wants to jump from the bed and attack me. But she knows better. It’s very clear who’s in charge right now.

Rose’s gaze stays fixed on me as I strip bare. Her tongue pokes slightly through her lips as I take my pants down. I smirk when she gets her first look at my cock. Her eyes turn into saucers.

My dick’s so hard it hurts. There’s nothing in the world I’ve ever wanted more than to feel her tight little cunt milk every last drop from it. I need to taste her first, though.

I hook a finger under the covers near her neck. “You sure?”

She nods.

I drag them slowly down her body as I speak. “You can decline. But we both know that’s not going to happen.” Fucking hell, the sight of her naked is almost too much to bear. Light pink nipples, pussy shaved bare—it takes everything I have not to groan or growl, something. She’s so fucking hot my mind goes blank. Functioning becomes difficult. “Tell me the truth, Rose. What were you doing?”

“I-I was thinking about you.”

“I know.” I trail a finger up her inner thigh, right next to her pink, wet pussy. “Did you ask permission to play with this pussy, in my house?”

“Oh my God.” Her words are a whisper as her eyes close. “N-no. I’m sorry.”

“Something has to be done about this.”

“Whatever you want.” She lets out a light gasp.

Jesus.

I lean up to her face and claim her with a kiss. Her lips part immediately. She doesn’t dare to fight against me. She lies there as I take whatever I want. Our tongues mingle and explore—licking and sucking.

Fuck, she tastes so damn sweet.

I reach down and toss her vibrator to the floor. “Won’t be needing that.” I lick down her throat and smile against her neck. “You have no idea how good I’m going to make you feel.”

I slide my hand down to her inner thighs and shove her legs apart. She moans, and her hands fly back above her head, gripping the pillow.

I can’t help but smile at the way she reacts to every motion, every action of mine. I hold a power over her, and it turns me on damn near as much as her tight little body. I brush my thumb over her clit, just to watch her shudder. She’s so close, already on the edge of release.

This is going to be fun.

Her tight cunt pulses with need as she rocks against my hand.

I lean up slowly to her face, as if I might kiss her, and then turn so my mouth is right in her ear. Roughly, I cup her virgin pussy in the palm of my hand and squeeze. “This is mine. Understand?”

She can’t nod her head fast enough.