Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“No, thanks. I already had one.”
“Right.”
I sound so stilted, so awkward. I’m not usually like this. I can generally make small talk with anybody, no matter the circumstances. It’s one of the skills a CEO needs to have. As I put the pod in the machine, I’m sure I can feel Maci watching me.
“Nice swim?” she asks after a pause, her voice anxious. Maybe she finds the silence awkward.
I turn back to her. She immediately looks down at the table.
“How did you know I was swimming?” I ask, a suspicion tickling at the edge of my mind. I’m not wearing any swim gear.
“Your hair’s wet,” she mutters.
Somehow, I know she’s lying. My hair is slightly wet, but she’s hiding something. Did she see me when I climbed out to practice my diving one last time? That would explain the sexy-as-hell redness in her cheeks. Damn, what’s wrong with me? I want to tear off her shirt, free those big round tits, rub her nipples, make her wet, make her mine.
“Dad.” Kayla walks into the room. “You okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you’re making your own coffee!”
Ah, she’s joking. For a terrifying second, I thought she somehow knew what thoughts were flurrying through my crazy mind. I try my best to laugh along with her. “Do you want one?” I ask.
“Now this is getting suspicious,” she teases. “No, I’m okay. Why don’t you sit down while I get started on breakfast?”
I sit at the kitchen bar right next to Maci. I don’t realize my mistake until my leg brushes up against her. I’m wearing shorts too—something casual for the house, but now I’m rethinking my decision—and I feel the heat of her skin. I swear, she makes a slight whimpering noise. Maybe that’s my imagination. Perhaps that’s the hunger in me. I feel drunk.
Maci blows on her coffee, pursing her lips. It’s so easy to imagine her leaning in for a kiss. Or sitting on the edge of a bed, looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes as I bring the bulging head of my rod to her mouth. She’ll moan as I slip my shaft between her lips, claiming her mouth, owning her—every damn inch. I want to grab her leg. Spank her leg and watch her juiciness ripple for me.
“So, Dad…” Kayla frowns at me, making me wonder again if she’s reading my thoughts. “What are you going to do about, you know… Well, I saw the video. The live.”
Somehow, talking about this is less of an intimidating prospect than risking my daughter somehow guessing the fact that, if she weren’t here, I’d carry her best friend into the bedroom and kiss up and down her body. I’d kiss every single inch. I’d put my face between her legs and lick until I felt her creaming up for me.
“Just what I said,” I tell my daughter. “My VR team is working around the clock to fix the problem. My job is to give them the go-ahead on certain things, mainly budget-related. We’re burning a lot of cash to ensure this never happens again.”
“What happened, exactly?” Kayla asks. “I’m still a little confused.”
I grit my teeth, shaking my head. “I don’t want to go into details. Some sick bastards used the Create Your Own Game feature to create some horrible things. Obviously, we blocked off certain content, but they found a way around it.”
“At least you’re doing the right thing,” she murmurs. “A lot of CEOs would try to bury it.”
I think about Sebastian and the chair he threw—the sound it made. My friend stormed out, and I still haven’t spoken to him.
“You can’t bury something this ugly,” I say. “There are things more important than money.”
Like the woman sitting next to me… Maci’s folding her legs like she’s tempting me to look down and get a good look at her thick thighs pressed together. It’s like she wants me to slide my hand between her legs, push into the space between, and feel her heat, her wetness. Does she have a boyfriend? Is there any way for me to ask without seeming suspicious?
“I love you, Dad,” Kayla says.
“I love you too,” I reply.
She laughs. “You don’t have to sound so surprised. You’re just a good person. It’s nice. You’re different than the others, aren’t you? Billionaires, I mean.”
“I try to be,” I say.
This is the worst time Kayla could choose to express this love. I’m turning downright savage thinking about her friend, wanting and needing her.
Kayla disappears into the pantry. I force myself to act normal, telling myself I’m not interested. It’s a lie, but I’ve got to pretend. It’s not like there’s any other choice. I can’t grab Maci’s thick hips, bend her over to display that round juicy ass, bring my precome-slick cock to her entrance, and just drive into her. Hard. Deep. Own her hole. Fuck her like a goddamn—