The days passed and throughout it all Lisabeth was a permanent fixture within his office. At first David had found her presence refreshing even if it did mean he was in pain every single day. He’d always find her in the most compromising positions, from bent over the copy machine to picking something up off the floor.

The woman had the most perfect, rounded ass he’d ever seen before in his life. The skirts she wore, and they were always knee length, molded against her curves like a second skin and the temptation to run his hands across her plump cheeks was getting harder and harder to deny.

Most of the day he had a hard-on that meant he spent a lot of time behind his desk. He also experienced jealousy. He wasn’t the only man within the office who liked her or wanted her. A couple of men had approached her and he wanted to fucking kill them for even breathing near her.

The possession he felt toward his daughter’s best friend shocked him. This wasn’t what he was used to.

Women came to him.

They wanted him.

He didn’t have to do any chasing at all.

Lisabeth, she smiled sweetly at him, spoke her mind. She was respectful, sweet, charming, and he wondered constantly what it would be like to have those sweet lips wrapped around his dick as he slid into her mouth and made her swallow him. Would it be so wrong to force her to her knees at his feet, to present his dick, and watch her worship him?

Stop it!

She’s your daughter’s best friend.

She has needs also.

What if she wants it just as badly as you do?

He didn’t have the time to think about this.

His thoughts should be occupied with work, not with bending Lisabeth over his desk so that he could slide his dick inside her tight pussy.

David watched her move across the office and knock on his door. Staying in his chair, he smiled at her. “What can I do for you today?”

“I’ve got another message from Rachel. She’s not going to be able to make your dinner again this evening. She said sorry and that she’d make it up to you soon.”

He sighed. “What exactly is she up to? Do I need to be worried?”

“It’s Rachel. I’m sure she’s busy with several of her assignments at work.”

“Do I need to worry about a guy in her life?”

She chuckled. “You’re obsessed with men in our lives.”

“I can’t help it. I care.” He didn’t like the jealousy that rushed through him at the thought of another man getting to touch Lisabeth.

She’s not yours, asshole.

He tapped his fingers on the counter and noticed her flushed chest and cheeks. She wasn’t wearing a jacket either, nor a padded bra, and he saw her beaded nipples pressing against her shirt. They were so tight, and his mouth watered at the thought of how good she’d taste.

Whenever he was near her, she always smelled amazing to him, and now he wanted a taste. He wondered if her pussy was as sweet as he imagined her to be.

“You want to come out again with me? Stop me looking like a miserable old man.”

She chuckled. “You’re not a miserable old man, David. Far from it.”

“I’m starting to feel like it. My daughter is always busy. I’m always working.” Against his better judgement, he stood up, and quickly buttoned up his jacket, hoping it was long enough to hide the state of his arousal.

“You have a meeting in conference room seven. Would you like me to be present?” she asked.

“Yes, please.” He’d completely forgotten about the meeting. This was another problem. His thoughts were so focused on Lisabeth that everything else always failed to match up to her. It was like for most of his life he’d been going through the motions, sleeping away his life, and the moment Lisabeth had entered, everything became clear to him. She was more important than work.

Knowing she was okay, happy, getting everything she wanted out of life was far more important.

He touched his tie, which hadn’t been right all day, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to make it work.

She laughed again, that sweet little sound that went straight to his balls.

Lisabeth stepped into the room. Her fingers were on the tie, loosening it before working the loop over and around, then back again.

“You can do a tie,” he said, and wanted to slap himself at how damn stupid he sounded.

“Yes, I can. It’s not hard work, and I had a little brother who was obsessed with them. That’s how I spent most of my weekends to keep him entertained. Not with ties, I mean, but with knots. He likes to practice them all.” She pressed her lips together, and every now and then her knuckles brushed against his skin, making his rock-hard dick even harder, if that was possible. It certainly felt like it.

She bit her lip, and all he wanted to do was suck that lip right out of her mouth. When did he become this man? The man that got his rocks off on a young woman, young enough to be his daughter.

Lisabeth wasn’t his daughter, though.

She was an amazing, beautiful woman but that didn’t make his feelings any easier to deal with.

“I saw Bruce talking to you earlier,” he said.

Bruce was a bastard. He went through the young interns at the office faster than he changed his boxer briefs.

“Yes.”

He heard her sigh. He hoped that wasn’t appreciation for him.

“I’d stay away from him, Lisabeth. He’s not a good man.”

She pressed her hands to his chest, smiling at him. There was a twinkle in her eyes. “David, I may be young but I can spot an asshole no matter what. Bruce, he asked me out to dinner and the whole time, he was staring at my tits. That’s not what I’m after. He reminds me of all the guys in college that I want nothing to do with. Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

Her hands stayed on his chest, and as she made to pull away, he caught her wrists. Time seemed to stand still, and he didn’t have a fucking clue what to do, what to say.