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

lost in the private universe we’ve created. Despite the rage that just flooded into me like water into a balloon – making me want to burst – I can’t stop my smile from getting wider and wider.

I end up grinning like a loon.

Solomon chuckles and withdraws his hand.

“Come on, my little dreamer. Our food will get cold.”

I giggle and gesture at him.

“You almost smiled then.”

“I smile all the time,” he says.

“Nah uh,” I laugh. “You smirk all the time. Or you sort of bare your teeth, like an animal. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen you actually smile. Not now and not when I was younger.”

“What about this?” he says, baring his teeth and contorting his cheeks into a caricature of a real smile.

I laugh, throwing my head back, unable to stop the sound just as much as I couldn’t stop myself from screaming when he had me on the hood of his car.

His body, his neck, his features, everything about him goes tight as he watches me, as though lava is pressing against him trying to explode.

“What?” I ask, settling down. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me,” I say, my voice wavering.

“Well, I always want to eat you,” he growls. “But it’s just that … Sophia, making you laugh feels so damn perfect. It feels like heaven.”

I smile so wide my cheeks ache. I have to blink to fight off hot tears from my eyes, the force of his words thundering into me.

“Eat your food,” he smirks. “Otherwise, I’ll eat it for you.”

We go on eating in silence for a few minutes, exchanging looks every so often as if to confirm we don’t need to talk.

We have all the sparkling electricity of a first date, but it’s underpinned by the intimacy that normally only comes after years of being together. It flares between us, this new state, this impossible way of being.

“What about you?” he asks after a while. “Where’s your father? I’d like to meet him and introduce myself.”

I shake my head, circling my finger around my champagne flute.

“I...never met him,” I tell Solomon. “My mom, when she was younger, she was confused about her sexuality. She had a one night stand with a man and she got pregnant. And presto, here I am. She reached out to him when she was pregnant, and that’s when she found out he was married and he wanted nothing to do with me. She’s given him several chances over the years, but—nothing, no interest.”

I cough back a sob, annoyed at myself for letting this old pain creep into my voice and make my words crack.

“We have each other now,” Solomon says, reaching over and stroking his thumb across my cheek, wiping away my tears before they have a chance to fall. “I’ll never abandon you, Sophia. I’d die before I did that. I’d kill before I did that. I’m never going to stop being here for you.”

I reach up and touch his hand, pressing it closer to my face. The more times we do this, the more certain I am that this is one of the best feelings in the world.

“Goddamn,” he snarls, withdrawing his hand slowly.

The animal glint returns to his eye, shimmering.

“What?” I murmur.

“It’s just you, Sophia. How can you be so damn sexy even when you’re crying?”

The question blazes in his eyes.

Do I want this?

Am I ready?

I want to tell him, yes, but something rises up inside of me and blocks the answer, a many-headed beast made of Caitlin and insecurity and fear of disappointing him.

“I don’t think I can tonight,” I say quietly. “I’ll try if you want me to, but—”

“No,” he says, a fire beneath his voice. “Not until you’re ready. You’re going to remember your first time for the rest of your life. I want it to be …”

“Special?” I offer when he trails off.

“Yeah, that,” he says. “But perfect, too. I want it to be perfect. And if that means taming the beast inside of me for a little longer, then I will. But I should warn you. The longer I wait, the harder I’m going to take you. I’m going to ravage that sweet tight pussy until you’re gasping for me to take you again—and again. I’m going to make you addicted to my dick, Sophia.”

I squeeze my thighs together, my panties grinding against the growing wetness, my clit so sensitive it feels like it could burst into flames.

“Is there something I can do?” I whisper. “For you? Please let me, Solomon.”

His eyes go hard.

His smirk is a suggestion at the corners of his mouth.

“Eat your food first,” he growls. “I don’t want to spend my seed anywhere but in your pussy, but—fuck, Sophia. I’d be a madman to pass up an offer like that.”

My stomach warbles and my clit fires even hotter.

What the heck is he going to do to me once we’re done with dinner?

CHAPTER TWELVE

Solomon

I walk down the hallway with my hand on the small of her back, feeling the top of her ass in that damn red dress. Her thighs are red and flushed from her anticipation, as red-hot as the need shivering through me.

I’ll have to control myself and only go as far as she wants me to.

It’s going to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

My balls are weighty and tense and flooded with the need for release.

She glances at me, biting her lip in that mind-fucking way.

“Where are we going?” she asks, her voice cute and inquisitive and full of virginal naivety.

I smirk, sliding my hand down an inch further, squeezing her ass. Her features shift and dance with her want.

“Wherever the fuck I want,” I tell her.

On and on – down the golden wallpaper lined hallway – I take her away from the top floor restaurant and to a door at the other side of the building. I touch a hidden button on the wall and the thumb pad appears, appearing in a