BF'S DAD: A TASTE

CHLOE:

What the hell did I just do?

My heart pounds so hard. I expect him to throw me off his manicured lawn right in front of Chad. Instead, he wraps his hand around my waist, pressing me against his chest.

I gasp against his lips, breathing him in as he deepens the kiss. And then, my stomach twists into a violent knot. Beneath his expensive cologne is the unmistakable smell of cum. A sharp pang of jealousy crosses my chest.

Did he just have sex?

Of course a hot, divorced billionaire in his forties is having crazy, unhinged sex. He probably just left some flawless, sophisticated woman's bed before driving back to the Hamptons. But apparently, I am not on that list.

"Mr. Vance is your boyfriend?” Chad stutters, and I pull away instantly. "You're... you're dating Maya's father?"

I keep a straight face, running a hand across Marcus’s chest. "Yes, Chad. We are. And Maya knows everything about it, so what’s your point?"

"That’s... that’s insane," he stammers, shaking his head as he glares at me. "You won, Clo. We can stop now we are even. This—"

"Is none of your business," Marcus cuts in.

His voice does what it is best at—sending a jolt straight between my legs.

"If I ever catch you trespassing on my estate, or anywhere near my daughter's friend group again," Marcus states in a low, gravelly tone, his dark eyes pinning Chad to the spot, "Grayson and Co. will learn exactly why they are still a junior firm by tomorrow afternoon. One phone call to your managing director, and your family's name is erased from the market. Am I making myself clear?"

Chad’s face turns entirely translucent. He swallows hard, his hands rising in immediate surrender. "Yes, sir. I didn't mean to trespass. I was just... I'm leaving."

Without looking back, he turns and literally runs toward his sports car. Within seconds, he is peeling out of the gates.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God he didn’t rat me out. Now that it's over, I think it’s best I really get Marcus out of my head, I think. He is right; Chad is nothing compared to him. There would be absolutely nothing left of my heart if I keep playing this game with a man like Marcus.

"Mr. Vance, I'm... I'm sorry," I mutter, my voice suddenly very small as I try to untangle my arms from his neck. "Thank you for handling him. I'll just go back inside and—"

"Is Maya back yet?" he interrupts, his grip on my waist tightening until it borders on painful.

"No," I whisper, my eyes snapping up to meet his dark gaze. "Her driver texted that they're stuck in traffic.”

"Good." He releases my waist, only to instantly wrap his large hand securely around my wrist. "My office. Now."

What?

He doesn't wait for my compliance. He turns and drags me across the lawn, his long strides forcing me to jog in my bare feet to keep up. My heart is back to thundering against my ribs as he pulls me through the doors, down the hallway, and straight into his dim office.

He shuts the door and walks past me toward his desk.

"Mr. Vance, seriously, I didn’t mean to. I took your advice to leave Chad alone, but he found his way in and…” I breathe out a sigh, watching his contorted features. “Look, we can call it a day. I got my revenge on Chad, and you helped me chase him away. We're good."

I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling completely naked and exposed in my tiny bikini.

With his eyes locked on me, he reaches into his pocket and tosses a tiny piece of fabric directly onto his desk. My lungs stop working for a split second. My face flushes as my red lace panties stare back at me.

Shit. I have to stop doing things on impulse. The memory of slipping them into his car in the middle of the night flashes through my mind. In my defense, I was half-drunk, and he completely caused it anyway.

"Care to explain this?" he asks, leaning his hips against the edge of the desk and crossing his arms tightly over his chest. His piercing eyes rake down my flushed body, taking in every single exposed inch of my skin under the dim office lighting.

I swallow the lump in my throat, trying desperately to find my confidence. "I... I was angry about last night. At the lot. So I wanted to play a little game. But like I said, it doesn't matter anymore. Chad is gone."

"It does matter,” he states, his voice as flat and casual as if he's giving a weather report.

But his tone rolls over me like hot oil, causing my stomach to coil with heat. He pushes himself off the desk, his towering frame slowly closing the distance between us. "And your little game is driving me completely fucking insane."

My mouth flies open in absolute shock. I back up a step, but he keeps coming, his heavy shadow completely consuming me.

“Now that you’ve got my full attention, I am going to offer you sexual relief. Once."

I blink, my brain completely short-circuiting. "What...?"

"Once," he repeats, his eyes going full predatory, locking onto my parted lips. "We do this once to get you out of my system. We satisfy whatever twisted craving is passing between us, and after today, we call it quits permanently. You stay away from me, and I stay away from you. No teasing. No trying to seduce me."

“What?” I ask breathlessly as my back hits the solid wood of the door.

His massive body presses right against my half-naked frame, trapping me completely.

“I’m saying get on the desk, Chloe.” He locks the door..