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“You’re not the restaurant manager, are you?” she asked quietly.
Fuck. “No,” I admitted reluctantly. “I’m her boss.”
“You’re everyone’s boss, aren’t you?” she accused as she twisted to glare at me.
“I think my brother would disagree vehemently,” I returned with a chuckle. “However, yes. Everyone else here works for me. I own The Artemis.”
Amelia’s jaw had slowly dropped, and she stared at me in shock. “Why did you let me think you were just a manager?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t intend to. Once I realized that’s what you thought, I was going to correct you, but…” I slid my hand from her knee up to rest on her inner thigh. “I was distracted.”
Amelia’s cheeks bloomed, and on her tan skin, the pink was a rosy hue that matched her pretty lips and her delicious pussy. I wanted to spread her out on the desk and get another taste. Or bend her over it and plunge my fat cock into her slick channel from behind. Remembering how wet she’d been for me caused my dick to swell from the semi I’d been sporting to a steel rod. I had no doubt that I’d soon slide into her tight heat, and the thought of her snug pussy wrapped around my bare cock had pre-come leaking from my tip.
She must have seen the hunger in my eyes because her breathing picked up, and she shifted restlessly, rubbing her sweet little ass over my rock-hard cock. I grabbed her hips and stilled her movements. “Beautiful, if you want to make it back to the party, you need to stop wiggling like that,” I grunted.
I wanted our first time to be special and in our bed. Not a quick fuck in my office. Before we could get to that, I needed to make sure she was okay with everything I’d told her. Not that I would give up if she was. I’d simply try even harder to convince her that we were made for each other.
Taking the frame from Amelia’s hands, I set it back on the desk, then adjusted her position so she was straddling me on the chair. I cupped her hands and stared at her as I asked, “Does knowing I have a teenage daughter change how you feel about us?”
7
Amelia
I was having a difficult time wrapping my brain around everything I’d just learned. It felt as though I’d just gotten off one heck of a roller coaster with my emotions reaching high and low. And sitting on Zack’s lap with his hard-on right beneath my butt wasn’t helping my ability to think clearly.
A few important things stood out, though. I wasn’t a home-wrecker. Zack was a millionaire. And he had a seventeen-year-old daughter. I decided to tackle the last part first since he didn’t seem to realize I was more freaked out by how much money he had.
“Knowing you have a teenage daughter doesn’t bother me.” I flashed him a reassuring smile, but it faded quickly when something occurred to me. “Unless you don’t want more kids? Something like that would force me to think long and hard about getting into a relationship with you. I definitely want children. Lots of them.”
My hand flew up to cover my mouth when I realized what I’d just blurted. Although I’d let him give me an orgasm minutes ago, I’d known Zack for less than twenty-four hours. Unlike any other man in the world, he didn’t seem put off by me bringing up babies so quickly. Oddly enough, he didn’t look even the tiniest bit freaked out. Instead, his lips kicked up at the edges in a smile of pure male satisfaction. “If anyone had asked me that question yesterday morning, my answer would’ve been a resounding no.”
After sliding my hand to the side and wrapping my fingers around Zack’s wrist, I asked, “And today?”
He leaned close to brush his lips over mine before answering. “Now that I’ve met you, I could see myself with a house full of little ones—lots of girls with curly black hair and pretty brown eyes.”
“Just because you already have a daughter doesn’t mean you will have all girls. Maybe they’ll all be boys with dark hair and eyes instead.” I fidgeted on his lap, gasping softly when I felt his hard length press against my core.
His hands dropped to my hips as a groan rumbled up his chest. “Careful, beautiful. If you keep moving around, my next baby very well could be conceived right here in my office.”
“Oh, sorry.” I jumped off his lap, nearly tripping over my feet.
He rose from the chair, reaching out to steady me. “Never apologize for turning me on. If you try, you’ll just end up saying you’re sorry twenty-four seven.”
“I...don’t even know what to say to that.” I shook my head and laughed softly.
He shrugged his broad shoulders and winked at me. “I’m not worried. You’ll have plenty of time to get used to how much I want you.”
