Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 9

I look at his desk, still covered in stacks of paper.

“But what about the acquisition?”

He shoves everything off of his desk. The papers spill onto the floor, covering the carpet with papers that are rapidly getting mixed with each other. They’re out of order.

“I don’t give a fuck about the acquisition. You. Desk. Now. Or you’re going to get a spanking that you won’t forget.”

I rush to his desk and bend over.

“Good girl,” he praises. I’m still wearing a shirt and bra. His desk is cold against my cheek. I’m breathing, waiting for him to touch me.

Then a hand is between my thighs. I jump when he finally touches me there, right there.

“Responsive little thing, aren’t you?”

A thick finger pushes its way inside of me. Then he stops.

“You’re a virgin.”

I’m as wet as a fountain.

“Yes.” My whisper is very quiet in this office.

His finger pulls out of me. “Oh God, this is a mistake.”

I cringe when I hear him call finger-fucking me a mistake. I can feel tears threaten, so I go to the corner where my clothes are. I put on my skirt, not bothering with my thong. Another few seconds and my shoes are on.

“Camilla. Look at me.” I stare at the ground and try not to let the tears fall.