Page 9 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)

Iris

I’d read the contract so many times I practically knew it by heart. Daddy was extremely generous. No rent, all living expenses covered, and an allowance that doubled my current salary. I’d want an apartment close to his since it wasn’t far from the office.

A message notification appeared at the top of my screen, and I smiled.

Mum.

I tapped it open, and a flood of pictures came through. I’d been so preoccupied with the Trentham cock that I’d completely forgotten—Mum and Andrew were in Wales.

The views were stunning. Rolling coastlines. Lush forests. Cascading falls. But it was her smile that caught me. She looked happy. Relaxed.

Me: It looks amazing. I’m glad you’re having fun. Sorry I’ve been busy at work. I’ll catch up with you when you’re home. Give Andrew my regards. ??

Mum: I never knew Wales was so beautiful. Andrew is doing all the driving. I feel very spoiled. I hope your apprenticeship is going well. Dad would have been so proud of you, my darling. Love you. XXX

She knew nothing of my plans. If I told her, she’d be terrified.

She wouldn’t understand that my need for vengeance was the only thing keeping me alive.

I took a few deep breaths and replied to Magnus.

He was the key to it all.

***

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.

***

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.

He sighed like a man in mourning.

“Now it’s turning into a nightmare.”

“I want to try every filthy thing I’ve ever imagined—with you, Daddy,”

I said, grinding slowly against his hard length.

Because it wasn’t a lie.

It was my filthy truth.

Lonely nights spent with just my fingers, his photo, and my imagination running wild. When I came, there was never any shame—only satisfaction. Satisfaction in knowing I’d taken everything from them.

His head snapped back, eyes locking on mine.

Razor-sharp. Focused.

His warm breath ghosted across my face.

“You’d better not be teasing me, Iris,”

he warned, voice low.

“Because I won’t hold back.”

“I don’t want you to,”

I said firmly.

“I’ve thought of nothing else since last night—and today.”

“Nick, drive faster,”

he barked through the partition.

His hand rested on my thigh before his grip tightened.

“It’s been over a year since I’ve fucked anyone, sweetheart. The moment you give me the all clear, I’m going to live inside your tight little holes—every single one of them,”

he growled.

I looked him in the eye.

Smiled sweetly.

“As you said, bring it on, Daddy.”

He released a shuddering breath.

The rest of the ride passed in silence.

But he never let go of me, and I relaxed against his chest, allowing myself to enjoy being held.