Chapter Two

 

Easton

She was out of my office, but far from out of my mind.

I spent the rest of the day distracted, with a raging fucking hard on and my thoughts possessed by sweet little Mimi Anders, the girl I thought I'd finally moved on from, but that now haunted my thoughts more wickedly than ever.

I knew it was wrong. Had known it for a long time, since Mimi turned eighteen along with my daughter and I saw her as the woman she was. She hadn't spent much time around our house until the girls were older and her parents went through that God awful divorce. But after her eighteenth birthday, she was pretty much a permanent fixture in our house, and I loved having her there.

But now, little Mimi was even more grown up than the last time I'd seen her. For the past three years, I'd been hard on myself, blaming my own indiscretions for the rift between my daughter and her friend. I knew Mimi was trying to keep a distance between us since that kiss... but at the same time, I couldn't get it off my mind for the life of me.

She'd been the first woman I'd kissed after my wife's death. After her, I went on countless dates and fucked women that didn't give a shit about me or my daughter. I kept it all away from Cassi, but I knew word had gotten out around town after my daughter left, so surely Mimi knew. I hated myself for it. For turning into a Casanova when the real woman I wanted so fucking badly was right under my nose. But because of Cassi's friendship with Mimi, I stayed back. I watched her blossom and then turned my back on her. Until that morning, when she strolled into my building and gave me heart palpitations just by being close to me.

Now, I knew there was no going back. I wanted Mimi Anders, and there was no stopping me anymore.

* * *

On Monday, she was already set up when I walked into the office at 8 a.m. sharp. Her eyes were bright and beautiful as she greeted me, and the fucking outfit she wore drove me insane on the spot.

A tight black pencil skirt with a white blouse, a bow at her neck and a small keyhole opening in the back, paired with nude pumps that elongated her gorgeous legs. I was a fucking goner before she so much as said good morning.

I did the only thing I knew how to do. I treated her like an employee.

She went out for countless coffees, sat patiently through meeting after meeting, and impressed me with her ability to take notes and giving suggestions when asked. By the end of the day, I knew she must've been exhausted, but I didn't give her the okay to leave. I waited until after six when we were alone in the office. Then, I walked to my door and grinned at Mimi, motioning her to follow me.

I sat down behind my desk and watched her enter. She was fucking sin on two legs, a fucking treat I wanted to sink my teeth into and find out how many licks it took to get to the sweet center. Fucking incredible.

Long red hair - natural - with bright amber eyes and a pale freckled complexion. She had big tits and a round bubble butt, and she looked incredible as she stood in front of me, placing a stack of files on my desk.

"Your appointments for tomorrow," she said softly, but I didn't take my eyes off her. "Is there anything else you need me to do? Or can I..."

Her words trailed off into nothing and I cocked my head to the side, watching her closely.

"Someone waiting at home?" I asked with my voice bordering on anger.

Fuck no, there'd be no one waiting for her. I'd get them out of her life and claim her to be mine again. I'd make sure she never wanted for anything. An intense need to own her, to make her mine and breed that tight little pussy of hers took over. She was so fucking young, so deliciously wrong for me. And I could barely keep my hands, let alone my eyes, off her.

"No," she managed to get out, tugging at the waistband of her skirt.

I got up abruptly from my desk, and she twitched when I walked over to pour myself a drink, turning to look at her over my shoulder.

"Drink?" I asked her, and she nodded slowly.

"As long as the workday is over," she said with a soft giggle, and I grinned as I poured us a Scotch each.

I carried it over to her, and she took it with shaky fingers, careful not to brush them against mine. Careful, sweet girl. I couldn't wait to show her what she'd been missing since she decided she didn't want me.

"To you," I said, and we clinked our glasses together. "And a bright new future."

Her smile was shy and timid, and she made me laugh by downing her drink in one go and making a face as she set her glass down on my desk.

"Like it?" I asked jokingly, and she stuck her tongue out, scrunching up her features.

"It's awful," she admitted. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," I laughed.

Tension settled between us like an old friend. It had been such a long time since she'd been in my arms. Since I'd let myself touch her... feel the pleasure of her skin against mine.

Fuck. The Scotch went straight to my head.

"So, about Cassi," she said, and I shook my head.

"She's good. Great," I said roughly. "Do you really want to talk about her?"

She stared at me with a storm raging in her gorgeous eyes.

"No," she whispered.

I set my glass down and sat down on my desk, staring at her openly.

"You're more beautiful than ever," I told her honestly, and she let out a sigh, her shoulders sagging as if she'd been holding it in for years.

"Mr. Wilkins," she whispered. "We can't..."

"Then don't," I told her softly. "Don't come closer."

She took a step towards me.

"Don't look at me."

Her eyes on mine. Full of fire and need.

"Don't touch me, babydoll."

She reached out with her shaky hand and touched my lapel, her fingers slowly sliding down, gasping as she reached my hard abdomen.

"Don't," I said roughly. "Not unless you're fucking sure."

She stared into my eyes as she moved her hand lower. It came to rest on my belt buckle, and I growled when her eyes ignited with long-forgotten fire.

"I haven't forgotten," she said in a timid little voice, waking up every demon inside me.

"Neither have I," I managed to get out through gritted teeth.

It was a physical effort not to reach out and put her body underneath mine right that second. I wanted her with a need that would not wane until I felt the inside of her tight pussy. She'd been a virgin then, at eighteen years old. I'd wondered whom she'd let inside since then.

"We can't do this," she said softly, as her fingers moved to unloop my belt. "It would be so wrong..."

"It was wrong three years ago," I told her gently. "Now... I know I'll go fucking crazy if I don't taste you tonight."

"Tell me to stop," she said weakly, pulling my belt free. "Tell me to stop right now."

"I can't tell you what to do," I said roughly. "Everything up from this point is up to you, babydoll. You decide, not me. It's your choice."

She bit her bottom lip and unzipped my trousers, making me groan out loud.

"I tried to stay away," I told her, my voice affected by the need I felt for her. "For years... I tried to keep my distance."

"Me too," she whispered. "After the kiss... I tried so hard... I even pushed Cassi away..."

She was trembling as I reached for her, and a gasp left her lips when my fingers wrapped around her forearm.

"It's okay," I told her gently. "Just don't leave me now. Unless you don't want this. Last chance, babydoll. I won't be able to hold back much longer."

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before she turned them back to me.

"I want it," she said, her voice strong and needy as she grabbed my tie and pulled me against her.

In a split second, my body was flush against hers, my cock throbbing when it touched her firm navel. I let out a growl and buried my face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her slender neck, the powdery smell of her skin acting like an aphrodisiac.

"No more running," I grunted against her temples, and took her face in my hands, making her look at me. "You kissed me last time, this one is mine."

And then I touched my lips to hers. The second I did, I felt an electric current running through her body into mine. The attraction was instant, electrifying. It felt like a jolt, a shock, to finally have what I'd lusted after for three years in my arms. And I was intent on never letting go. Now that I had her, she'd have to be pried out of my arms before I let her leave again.

"Mr. Wilkins," she whispered against my lips, but I wouldn't let her go on.

I took her mouth as if it had belonged to me all along, kissing those pillowy soft lips and taking what I had wanted for such a long time. She submitted to me freely, her body going slack underneath my arms, sagging against mine and letting me have her - all of her.

She tasted like caramel and apples, and I couldn't get enough of it. I kissed, bit and sucked on her lips until she started moaning, her desperate little hands clawing at my chest and so very desperate to get my clothes off.

Grabbing her tight ass, I put her on top of my desk and stood between her legs. Her skirt was protesting being stretched like that, and I looked into her eyes before pulling it off her. Her blouse was next, and I stared at her in nothing but her bra and panties, so fucking beautiful, so damn vulnerable. Shaking and shivering, desperate for me to do all the wicked things she'd dreamed about to her willing body.

"Take your bra off," I ordered her, and she reached behind her back, undoing the clasp.

Slowly, the lace slid off her tits and my eyes darkened as I stared at her naked, goosebumped flesh. I was in fucking love with a girl less than half my age. Obsessed with her. Addicted to a taste I'd only just gotten on my tongue, and unable, unwilling to walk away.

"Panties next, babydoll," I growled, and she lifted her ass off my desk while I helped slide the lace down her legs.

She had a little strip of her above her pussy and it made me want to fucking ravage her.

"Is that for me?" I asked, pointing to the patch of hair.

She glanced down, then back up at me, a wicked little smile playing on her plump lips.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"I do," I grunted. "Touch it for me."

She toyed with her pussy while I stripped my clothes down to my underwear. Then, I took a step to my girl and touched my lips to her nipple, sucking it into my mouth while my fingers touched her ribs. She was so tiny I could connect my fingertips in the middle.

"So fucking sweet," I mused against her skin. "So fucking delicate for me, babydoll..."

She threw her head back as I kissed her, and her fingers wandered to me, lingering on the seam of my boxers.

"I want to see," she whispered, and I pulled back, staring into her amber eyes.

"You want to see my cock?" I asked roughly, and she nodded, only once, but quickly and needily nonetheless. "Pull my boxers down, babydoll. See for yourself how fucking hard you make me."