Page 17 of Accidental Theirs (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #6)

I groan. “I don’t know how to talk to you . You’re forbidden. Off-limits.”

“A little girl?”

“That’s right.”

“Is that why you called me that when your fingers were in my?—”

I stare at her, mouth open. “Olivia! What’s gotten into you?”

She laughs, throwing her head back.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. And she knows it. Dangerous.

“You act like I was some blushing virgin before.”

“It’s not that, it’s just...” I huff. “I don’t want to give you the wrong idea. I can’t give you any kind of commitment.”

She tilts her head, popping a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth and sucking.

My eyes trail to her mouth. “I, um, I can’t...”

“Give me any kind of commitment. Yes, I heard you.” She nods, popping the spoon out of her mouth now. “Okay. But why?”

“I'm just not that kind of guy. And my reasons are my own.”

“Mysterious.”

I hum, leaning over the counter. “It works, gets me laid.”

She chuckles and leans over too, squeezing her arms so that her breasts bounce above the sweetheart neckline of the dress she’s wearing.

I take a sharp breath, and her grin widens.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

My heart races.

I should walk away. I should chug down this old-man screwdriver and go home and jerk off.

“You keep smiling at me like that, and I’m going to come around that counter.”

She leans further over the counter, on her tiptoes. She’s kicked off her heels at the door, so she’s nearly doubled over.

“Come around this counter and do what, old man?”

There’s this infuriatingly sexy lilt to her voice, and I’m pretty sure at the gates of hell there’s a succubus demon with her mischievous grin and pale green eyes. Maybe those cream-colored breasts, too.

“Give you what you want.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Bash.” She grins at me for a second longer and then turns to put the ice cream back in the freezer.

I let her complete the task before I walk around the counter and come up behind her, pressing her against the fridge with my body.

Olivia shivers, letting out a little moan that makes my cock jump in my slacks.

I breathe hot against the back of her neck before biting down there, and she pushes her ass against me.

I could still leave. Could leave her wanting, make it a game.

But I can’t stop thinking about that hot mouth of hers, that wet, tight pussy, can’t help remembering what it feels like to sink inside her, watch her face as I make her come.

“Fuck.” I’m angrier at myself more than her .

I bunch her skirt up around her hips, revealing her black thong, the fabric contrasting against her pale skin.

“Sebastian,” she whines, and I bring my hand down to spank her ass, watching it jiggle.

She cries out but pushes back against me again, and I know she loves the sting, saw her getting fucked rough and dirty that night, saw how hard it made her come.

“You’ll take what I give you, little girl.”

Olivia pants, twisting her head to look at me.

“I will. I’ll be such a good girl for you, Bash, I promise.”

Her voice is soft and small, like she’s really playing the part, and heat rushes through me.

“Fuck.” It’s like I’m unable to form any other words.

Why is this so hot?

I didn’t even know I had a thing for younger women... not any more than I had for any other age group, anyway.

I step back, and she whimpers.

I put my hands on her hips, slowly sliding my fingers beneath the sides of her thong and pulling it down over her ass.

It falls around her ankles, and she instantly steps out of them, kicking them out of the way.

Olivia braces her hands on the fridge and bends over, spreading her legs wide.

I groan and shove my hand between her thighs, cupping her sex from behind.

She’s so hot it almost burns my palm.

I put one hand on the back of her neck, moving my other hand so that two fingers slide inside her.

“So wet.” I pump my fingers in and out, watching almost mesmerized as she pushes back against them.

“More.” It’s a cracked whisper.

“What’s that, now? What did I tell you about using your words? ”

She whines, huffing out a frustrated breath. “I want more. Want you to fuck me.”

“In your kitchen? Up against the fridge?” I sound breathless, and I’m so hard it’s almost painful, but teasing her like this is something I can put in my fantasies for the rest of my life.

Because this is never going to happen again.

“Yes,” she breathes, bending over further, dropping her head so her hair hangs around her face.

“Say it.” I emphasize the words by slapping her other ass cheek, and she gasps.

“Fuck me up against the fridge, please.”

“There you go.” My head spins with lust, and I can’t get my slacks unbuttoned fast enough.

Should I tease her, just putting the tip in?

Fuck it. I’m too worked up.

I slam into her, holding her by her hips.

She cries out, pushing back against me and moaning, and I know she wants this as much as I do.

“Bash, fuck, feels so good…”

I start a rough pace, chasing my orgasm, feeling how she’s already pulsing around me.

I gather her hair in one hand and pull her head up, and she groans low in her throat.

The sound makes my balls draw up.

“Are you gonna come for me, little girl?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, fuck !”

I hiss in a breath when she starts to clench around me, tightening like a vise, and it’s only a few more strokes before I choke out a moan and spill inside her.

Olivia keeps rolling her hips back against me for a moment, but then she relaxes, leaning back against my chest.

“God, that was good. ”

I chuckle, kissing along her shoulder up to behind her earlobe. “Is that a compliment?”

“Just a fact.”

She turns her head to kiss me across the lips briefly before pulling away.

I wince as I slide out of her and adjust my pants.

“You okay to drive home? I make a strong drink.”

I look at her, surprised. “You’re kicking me out?”

She shrugs. “You don’t have to go. You’re welcome to stay, I just figured you’d want to get out of here.”

I think about it for a moment.

She’s right. Usually, I leave right after, and it’s not like there’s much pillow talk when it’s as rough and dirty as it was with her.

But something stings about her asking me to go. Like some kind of void opens up in my stomach.

It’s not a great feeling.

I just nod, a little awkward, and head back out to my car.

She gave me exactly what I wanted—no strings, easy, amazing sex.

So, why do I feel so empty?