The moment the Gulfstream touched the airport runway and I turned on my phone, it went off with a beep.

A message came in.

The naughty babe sent me a picture of her legs, her little skirt riding high, showing a glimpse of white panties. Innocent-looking panties devoid of frills, but I knew very well what was underneath, the memories of which had haunted me for days.

She captioned it, “Eager Beaver starving to death now. Hurry!!! She badly needs to eat. YOU.”

Fuck.

My cock reacted. The monster was ravenous now. I hadn’t fed it for days and it was deliberate. It needed discipline. Gluttony was a mortal sin in business. It could lead a billionaire to bankruptcy. But of course, the idiot didn’t understand this cardinal rule. It had a stupid mind of its own. It was having a dangerous fixation. An obsession I must quell.

But my cock continued thickening with blood, rushing with the surging power of my pent-up lust. Just what I needed when I had an important meeting waiting for me at the office.

I gritted my teeth, angry at myself. If my fly were open and I were staring at my dick, the living, throbbing evidence of my probable doom, I would have smashed it flat on its balls for being too easy.

I felt stupid at my developing hate for my member. Since when did I start hating my erections?

Since her.

But the more I ignored my need, the more it was running like wild horses in my gut, in my bloodstream, in my head.

I’d been out of town for three days. Too long without her.

I was surprised at this discovery, but it was undeniable. My cock was very hungry now as for some reason I didn’t want to give deeper meaning to, I refused to jack off to diffuse the gut-gnawing pressure. I wanted to unload all of this inside her.

But that could wait for six more hours. I was able to hold it off for three days, I certainly could, for a bit more.

My phone rang. It was her.

I ignored it. Work came first. Then pussy. Strictly in that order.

Discipline. Temperance. Self-control. My greatest strengths.

Until now. Until this little minx came into my life and started turning it upside down.

The phone stopped ringing.

The plane was now taxiing on its designated spot at the airport. Shortly after, the captain announced that I could now unfasten my seatbelt as I waited for the door to be opened so I could disembark.

Another message came in with a picture. Her entire face dominated the screen. I held my breath as I stared. I couldn’t help it. She was just too beautiful for words. Big, hazel-green eyes framed with long, dark lashes. A cute nose. Lips that were too fat for her face. Too luscious for my comfort for they conjured the most perverted thoughts whenever she was smiling, talking, eating or just doing nothing. I hated her fucking lips.

Yeah? You hate her lips around your cock, too?

I sighed again. I could stare at her face forever. She was all natural, born with the beauty that stood out even without the war paints women plastered all over their faces to look better. I hated fakes. I could very well afford the real deal but unfortunately, in my orbit, women faked it a lot, including their body parts. But there was nothing fake in Cressida’s young, well-formed body made for marathon sex. Except maybe her heart. Good thing I didn’t need that part of her.

The phone rang again. Tenacious little witch.

I finally took the call. “Yeah.”

“Hi, honey!” came her lilting, girlish voice. I swallowed as I remembered how she repeatedly moaned my name last time as I drove in and out of her creamy tightness.

Shit.

“Josh, are you there?”

“Hey,” I simply replied, not trusting my voice as my throat had gone dry.

“I miss you.”

Three days. It felt like I hadn’t seen her in a year.

“You sound too happy to hear from me again. I thought you hated me last night.”

“That didn’t mean I haven’t missed you.”

I ignored her I-miss-you shit. Women missing me genuinely was hard to believe. I was not the roses and chocolates type.

We had a tiff last night when she called me and started steering the conversation toward her father, shit I didn’t care to discuss with her, and I told her so point blank. She’d called me a ruthless monster, her tremulous voice indicating she was in tears, and hung up. My insides churned into little knots of anxiety after our brief chat. No woman had made me feel that way. Ever.

I called Wyatt afterward and asked him to talk to the DA to delay Armand’s first hearing. That should give the bastard enough time to prepare his defense.

One cardinal rule broken for that pussy. That would be the only thing she’d get from me. It wouldn’t change the outcome of the case. Armand was going to pay for his crimes.

“Josh?”

I cleared my throat. “How have you been?”

“I really, really missed you. Come home now, please.”

“I have to pass by the office.”

“How long ’til you come home?”

I wished she’d stop calling Camelot her home. It was not our home together. It was my place and she was just staying in it until I’d made up my mind what to do with her father, or I’d put it more bluntly, until I got tired fucking her since I was not changing my mind about her father.

“I’ll see you in the evening. Cook me dinner,” I said as a way of ending the conversation. The longer I talked to her, the more I wanted to go straight home and dump three days worth of pent-up arousal in her sweet little box.

“But I can’t wait that long,” she whined like a petulant child, which she basically was.

My cock couldn’t seem to wait that long, too, but it had to. I was still king of this body. No pussy was too delicious I couldn’t say no to it, especially when my billions were the priority of the day.

“I have to go. I’ll see you tonight at dinner.”

Before she could answer, I cut off the line, ignoring the disappointment at the pit of my stomach. I was used to commanding every part of me with ruthless authority. I was not tolerant of fuck-ups in others, and that applied to myself, as well.

Yeah, and you’d better remember that when the pussy is asking to be petted, fucker.

I stared at my phone in frustration. He sounded so cold and impersonal, so dismissive, like he was too busy to be bothered by me.

And you’re waiting for him like his personal whore, excited to feel his touch again. Poor bitch. Where’s your game going, I wonder?

I made an unintelligible sound. I didn’t need to be reminded of that.

I knew I was not supposed to feel like this for him. I was supposed to hate him. He was the enemy. The monster ruining my life.

But as I spent more time with him, I discovered things about him that didn’t match his public persona.

Karin had given me a rundown on all of Joshua’s charities around the world. It would put a lot of charitable institutions to shame. He was too generous and he did it without telling the whole world about it.

He had beautiful gardens in his house that he took time to care for. That said a lot about his real personality. He was nurturing. He was capable of loving. He was not as ruthless as many believed he was.

Dad’s trial had been postponed until further notice, which his lawyers were so happy about as it gave them time to gather more evidence for his defense. I knew Josh had something to do with the postponement. Nobody else could make things move slower except the one pushing for it.

Yes, I was still going to save my father, but I was going about my mission with no pretense anymore.

Josh was a compassionate man beneath all that tough exterior. I believed that. I just had to chip away at his hard outer shell patiently to get to that man.

A message came in from her again.

I opened it and saw her little hand trapped between her tightly crossed legs with the caption: “If you don’t come home to scratch this right now, I’ll scratch it myself. I’ve learned new tricks from Xtube. Soon, I won’t be needing your cock or any part of you to get me off.”

I cursed loudly just as the stewardess walked over to me to inform me that I could now disembark from the plane. I nodded at her politely, ignoring the inviting smile on her face.

Grabbing my briefcase, I headed for the exit. The pilot had come out of the cockpit to shake my hand.

“I hope you were able to rest even for a bit during the flight, Mr. Landis.”

“I sure did. Great flying, Grayson. Take a break. Visit your family. I won’t be needing you until next week.”

“Thank you, Mr. Landis.”

I descended the stairs.

My chauffeur was waiting for me with the stretch limo.

“Welcome back, Mr. Landis,” Floyd, greeted me with a slight bow of his capped head.

“Thank you, Floyd. How’s everything?”

“All’s well, sir.”

I nodded. “Good.”

“You might want to relax and take a snooze while we drive toward the city, sir. I stocked the cooler with your favorite drinks and Linda prepared a light snack in there. She figured you’d be hungry by the time you get here. She knows you don’t eat on the plane.”

I smiled. Linda was Floyd’s wife and the couple have been in my employ for ages. They’re like family to me, some of the very few people whose loyalty to me had been tested by time.

“I see. Linda knows me too well.”

“She sure does. Where to, sir?”

My cock screamed home.

“The Tower.” I regretted it instantly, but I wouldn’t take it back. The fucker must know who was fucking boss and it wasn’t that fucking pussy.

Floyd opened the limo’s door for me. Before I got in, I nodded at Reno, my personal bodyguard standing beside a black Cayenne some meters away, silent as a ghost but deadly. Reno boarded the SUV. He would be tailing us.

I entered the limo. Just as Floyd shut the door, a familiar scent attacked my senses like a blitzkrieg.

Right there, reclining like a wanton goddess on the black leather seat, was my little sexpot.

Clad in some high school uniform of white, long-sleeved shirt with buttons at the front, and a plaid skirt in red and green, her long, honey blond hair in pigtails, she greeted me with the smile that had driven men to damnation since time immemorial.

“Welcome back, Joshua Landis the Third.”