Varden

Damn if my cock wasn’t throbbing and ready to rage. I had Saffi over the railing, ass in the air. Even in the dim light, her pale skin burned bright pink with the outline of my merciless hand.

She responded beautifully to my touch, better than I had even hoped. She was a lean girl, but her behind was as pretty as an upside-down heart. A beauty. Supremely smooth and round.

Spanking the ass of my attorney’s young daughter. How fucked does someone have to be to do that?

And yet. I guess I had my answer.

“I think you like that,” I murmured in her ear, undeterred by any call to reason.

And all she could do was mumble in reply.

My fingers ventured farther down her ass, between her legs where they met with hot, creamy wetness. She was fucking soaked.

I wiggled one finger between her pussy lips and found her opening. I entered her just until I heard her gasp and whisper a small “Yeah.” I slipped another finger in, and she wiggled her hips to drive both deeper.

With a third finger in her, I began to pump. Slowly at first and then faster when she bucked back against my hand.

Fuck, yeah. That’s a hot little slut.

“Are you gonna come on my hand, beautiful? C’mon, give me something to lick off my fingers.”

Those were the magic words. She pushed so hard against my hand we both nearly fell. I still had a grip on her hair, so her movements were limited, but she bucked like a wild animal, coming, her sex pulsating, her moans catching the attention of the entire first floor.

As her orgasm wound down, I slipped my fingers out. I turned her to face me and wrapped my arms around her so she wouldn’t fall.

Unbelievable. My attorney’s daughter just came on my hand.

After a moment, she picked her head up from my chest, pushing my arms away. “I have to get home.”

She pulled her panties and jeans up, and when she was put back together, she started toward the door.

I reached for her arm. “What are you, Cinderella or something?”

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“Can I get your number?”

She looked at me for a second, then reached in her purse and scribbled on a scrap of paper. She thrust it at me and whirled around, almost falling down the last couple stairs.

As she approached the door, Miss M tried to engage her. But she headed her off and disappeared before being trapped by conversation. M’s usual languorous expression was replaced by something I’d never seen. Was that worry? Or frustration?

“Do you know that woman? Tonight was her first night here,” M said when she’d caught up to me.

No shit.

I shook his head. “Nope, sorry. Never seen her before in my life.”

* * *

Next morning, I returned to my office after wrapping up a seven a.m. meeting with our investment analysts. The guys—and one gal—had been working hard, and things were looking good for the firm’s upcoming quarter.

I closed my door and crossed to the floor-to-ceiling windows to check out the stunning view of the San Francisco Bay, speckled with sailboats that looked like tiny toys, bouncing around in the choppy water.

I pulled out the piece of paper Saffi had thrust at me the night before. She’d run out of the club like a bat out of hell, which was probably for the best. I didn’t trust myself around her. She was young, she was beautiful, and she was off-limits. No way could I fuck around with my lawyer’s daughter.

But the piece of paper dangling from my fingers tortured me.

“Yo, boss.” My office door flew open, and my business partner, Monty, bounded in. He plopped down on the chair opposite my desk and put his foot up.

“Do you have to put your goddamn shoe on my desk?” Christ, he irritated me sometimes.

Monty rolled his eyes and moved his foot. “Sorry, princess, for spoiling your kingdom.”

I shoved Saffi’s scrap of paper back in my pocket and sat down opposite my friend. We’d been at graduate school together, worked in investment banking, and later opened our own hedge fund. We were like brothers.

“What’s up, Mont? How’s that new analyst doing?”

His eyebrows rose. “You mean that hot as shit babe that just outshone every guy in the room? Dude, my dick was so hard for her during that meeting. I didn’t know how I’d get up and walk out when it ended. Jesus, she’s something.”

I nodded, looking at Monty through narrowed eyes. “Remember, we’ve talked about this. No fucking the chicks in the office. Nothing could bring us down as fast as that kind of bullshit drama.”

“I hear ya. Not to worry. I’m keeping it tucked in. But that’s not to say some of the younger guys in the office won’t go for it. Hell, I would if I wasn’t the boss.”

“Let the younger guys do what they want. If they get caught up a creek without a paddle, that’s not our problem.”

Monty glanced at his watch. “So, you joining us tonight to play some ball? I got a court reserved at the club.”

I sat back and crossed my legs, one foot placed on the opposite knee. The paper crinkled in my pocket, like it was speaking to me. “I don’t know—”

“Oh, come on, man. You’re gonna puss out again?”

“Would you just relax? I have some things to do.” The folded corner of the Saffi’s number poked me through my pants.

“What the hell do you have to do that’s so important?” Monty asked with a smirk.

Think fast.

“My brother’s had some trouble again.” Shit. Using Beau as an excuse? Now that was bad.

Monty leaned forward, concern crossing his face. “Oh, Jesus. I didn’t know. Sorry.”

My office door blew open again. Was there any peace in this goddamn place?

It was my admin. She could actually barge in anytime she wanted. “Monty, your nine a.m. has arrived. They’re in the conference room.”

“Be right there.” He stood. “All right, man. Well, maybe you can play next week.”

“For sure, Mont. For sure.” I nodded like I’d really go. We did this all the time.

As soon as the door closed and I was alone, I pulled out Saffi’s number. I ran my fingers over the ink, as if that would send me some kind of message.

Oh, fuck it.

I entered the number into my contact list, and started typing out a text message.