Intern For My Best Friend's Dad: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance, Flora Ferrari [best ereader for academics .txt] 📗

She gasps when I bring my hand to her ass, squeezing hard. My cock gives another compulsive surge at how much of her there is to grab, the full bounty of her body.

I lean forward and bring my face close to her cheek, my lips brushing against her skin.

“I could make you cream like a good obedient virgin right now,” I snarl. “And then you’d be forced to spend the rest of your workday sticky with lust.”

She moans, shifting against my hand, as though she can’t stop the lust from directing her movements.

“That wouldn’t be very professional,” she purrs, grinding against my hand.

“Look at you,” I snarl. “You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“No,” she sighs. “Oh, God. No, it feels so good.”

I force myself to step away from her, removing my hand. It takes all the effort I have to give.

A piece of me shatters and roars at the break in contact, demanding to know just what the hell I’m doing.

She’s right there, the primal part of me roars. Put a baby in her right now. That’s what she was made for. That’s what she needs.

“Look at me, Sophia,” I demand.

She turns, presenting her flushed cheeks, the deep red spreading over her neck and disappearing into the collar of her shirt. I suppress a groan when I think about her breasts turning that same color after I palm them, massage them, tease and please them.

“You need to know the full extent of us,” I tell her. “You need to know just exactly what you mean to me.”

She bites her lip, causing another surge of instinct to whelm up inside of me.

Every moment with her is like fighting a battle—a battle not to grab her, tackle her, handle her roughly and bend her over and fuck her until she’s gasping and shivering.

“I don’t understand,” she says.

I stalk forward until I’m looming over her until she seems small and fragile.

“I own you,” I growl. “You belong to me. That’s what I meant when I said I’m the only man you’re ever going to sleep with. For the rest of our lives, you’re my property. I own your cunt, your tits, your ass, your talent. If there’s such a thing as a soul, I own that, too.

“You’re never going to flirt with another man. You’re never going to look at another man in a way I don’t like. Everything you are, Sophia, is mine. I could throw you on this desk and take your needy virgin slit for the rest of the day if I wanted to. The only reason I’m not is because I want your first time to mean something. I want you to be ready.”

Her eyes widen and she tilts her head at me.

“Is this a trick?” she murmurs.

“A trick?” I snap. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“It’s a simple question,” she shoots back, admirable fierceness shimmering in her voice. “You know how crazy that all sounds, right? We only met yesterday. Well, sure, you’ve known me since I was a little girl. But I’m assuming you never looked at me like that back then.”

I shake my head quickly.

“Of course not,” I say. “No offense, my little dreamer, but you were invisible to me until yesterday. But that doesn’t matter. I know it. I feel it in my damn bones. You’re going to give me children, Sophia. You’re going to give me a family. You’re going to do any damn thing I want. And I’m going to make all your dreams come true. So get used to it.”

CHAPTER NINE

Sophia

He’s getting that look again, his eyes brimming with fire, his lips twisted into a savage smirk. His muscles seem to throb against the steel-colored fabric of his suit, his open shirt collar revealing the ridged surface of the top of his pecs.

Every part of him is tense and ready to erupt.

“Children?” I murmur.

An ember of hope flickers to life inside of me, smoldering, begging to be coaxed and awakened to a deeper burning.

I want to believe, and yet all of this is spinning me around and around like a mad fever dream, and any second I just know I’m going to wake up.

Solomon Sky, the man I’ve crushed on since I was a kid – the man I used to dream about having babies with – wants to fulfill my wildest fantasies?

“Did I stutter?” he grins wolfishly, moving even closer so I can smell his cologne and his primal just-Solomon scent. “When I saw you yesterday, I knew I had to put a baby in you. Your body is perfect for it. You’re perfect for it. I can’t explain it, not with reason. All I know is it feels—”

“Right,” I murmur. “It feels like destiny. I know the D-word sounds really cheesy, but—”

“No,” he growls, raising his hand and touching my face softly.

I turn toward his touch, savoring the feeling of him, tingles dancing across my cheeks and down my throat, spreading to my nipples where they buzz and hum.

“Or yeah, maybe it does,” he says. “But I don’t care how it sounds. I just care that it’s true. Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you want to be the mother of my children.”

I reach up and lay my hand atop his, feeling the ridged surface of his knuckles, moving my hand up to his arm until I’m holding his shoulder. I squeeze onto the solid mass of his muscles, captivated with the strength of him.

He’ll always protect me—us, our children, our family.

“I want it,” I whisper, but then I turn away and stride over to the window.

“Sophia?”

I stare down at the city, glittering in the afternoon sunlight.

“What’s wrong?”

I wheel on him, throwing my hands up.

“You know what’s wrong,” I cry. “You can’t just say all of that, Solomon. You can’t fulfill my …”

I trail off, biting my lip, stopping myself from revealing the truth I’ve always kept private.

I’ve never told anyone, not even Mom, about the secret crush I’ve had on Solomon for years.

He