Page 20 of Filthy Business

He was the key to it all.

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Daddy:The car is outside and parked beside Cafe Nero.

I grinned at the message.

Discreet. Urgent. Just like him.

He’d insisted we leave work early.

I’d already freshened up in anticipation. Lipstick reapplied. Throat cleared. My pulse drummed beneath silk.

I picked up my bag and slinked toward the lift, each step a promise.

My heart thudded. My soaked panties clung with every movement.

He was all mine the moment we signed that contract.

And I intended to devour him.

My years of celibacy were officially over.

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When Nick opened the car door for me, Daddy sat there with a wicked grin. He patted the seat beside him, and I climbed into the car. The man didn’t wait—he dragged me onto his lap and stared at me.

“You’re a brat for making me wait,” he murmured, but his blue eyes sparkled.

I licked my lips and traced my fingers down his neck, reaching for his tie.

“Sorry, Daddy. I had to scour the contract for any dodgy clauses. There were none, so I may negotiate to add some of my own. For example, section 6.3—I want to try everything.”

His body stiffened beneath me, and I almost grinned when I felt his cock harden and expand against my ass.

He cleared his throat. Twice.

“What do you mean by everything?”

“I told you, Daddy. I did nothing but study for years. There’s a large knowledge gap in my sexual repertoire.”

His jaw dropped. His mouth opened—but no sound came out.

“You’re a… virgin?” he asked.

I patted his chest since I thought he might croak, and I wasn’t ready for that.

“I had one experience, and let’s just say it was severely lacking,” I said, my gaze dropping to his lips.

The same lips I’d been admiring since my late teens.

He groaned and flung his head back.

“This is a cruel dream, and I’m going to wake up in bed—or slumped over my fucking desk,” he muttered to the roof of the car.

I giggled and wriggled in his lap, unapologetically wicked.

“My safe word is tax audit,” I added, stroking his prickly beard.