After returning from the mall, Thomas slammed his office door and locked himself inside, desperate to douse the inferno of jealousy charring his ribs.
He tried to force his brain to focus on gemstone cuts and profit margins, but all he could see was that blonde brat, Aiden, flashing that punchable grin at his prized possession.
He ground his teeth so hard his jaw ached. It took until twilight—when the bleeding orange sun began to spill its bruised light across the floor—for him to even begin to find his chill.
He finally emerged from his cave, intending to demand what was for dinner since the maid had been off since noon. But before he even reached the kitchen, a muffled, upbeat track started thumping from behind Emma's cracked bedroom door.
'If you can see that I'm the one who understands you! See heee~heee~ you belong with me!'
Thomas froze. It was like a tractor beam was dragging him toward the sliver of open space. He leaned in, peering through the gap, and what he saw nearly stopped his goddamn heart.
A private, X-rated show... and those tits were putting on a goddamn performance.
Emma was in the middle of her room, stripped down to nothing but a set of black lace lingerie. She was using a hairbrush as a mic, her lush, rounded hips swaying violently to the beat.
Every time she jumped or spun, those heavy, oversized breasts—barely contained by the flimsy lace—bounced and jostled with a mind of their own.
The sheer, milky expanse of her cleavage shuddered so hard he thought they might just spill out and greet him right then and there.
And God, the view from the south was even worse. The thin lace of her thong bit into her plump, swollen mounds, mapping out every curve of her heat.
When she turned her back to the door and gave her perfect, upturned ass a playful shake, Thomas had to grab his own crotch, his cock throbbing so painfully against his slacks it felt like it was going to bruise.
His throat went bone-dry, his face flushed a deep crimson, and his blood felt like molten lava coursing through his veins.
Fuck me... that move right there is begging to be taken from behind. How the hell did my little ward turn into such a high-voltage, fuckable little siren?
In the middle of a flamboyant 360-degree spin and a playful wink, her innocent eyes slammed right into his predatory gaze through the crack in the door.
"Eek! Daddy!!"
Emma shrieked, her face turning a vivid scarlet. She scrambled for her silk robe, throwing it over her frame in a frantic blur of embarrassment.
Thomas cleared his throat, trying to reclaim his composure. He pushed the door wide and stepped inside, his expression a mask of stern authority, but his eyes... his eyes were busy devouring her whole.
"You scared the life out of me! I thought you were still working,"
she mumbled, fumbling to tie the silk belt tight. But the tighter she pulled, the more her lush chest surged against the fabric, making the canyon of her cleavage even more impossible to ignore.
"I'm finished,"
he rasped, his voice dropping an octave into a gravelly low.
"Well, knock next time! I'm dying of embarrassment here!"
she huffed, still pouting.
"Why start being shy now?"
he teased, his gaze tracing the elegant line of her throat.
"I've seen it all since before your chest even started budding, before you even had a cycle. I know every inch of you, sweetheart."
He wasn't lying. Back then, he'd been the one to scrub her back in the tub, looking at her with a father's affection.
But back then, he had no goddamn clue his "little girl" would grow into such a stacked masterpiece—one he wanted to reclaim as his wife rather than his ward.
"Oh, Daddy! Stop it! You say the craziest things,"
Emma said, throwing him a playful, bashful look.
"You're heading for the shower, right? Make it quick. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse,"
he said, staring deep into her eyes. If he stayed a second longer, dinner wouldn't be on the menu—he'd be pinning this little doe to the mattress and eating her alive.
"Fine, fine! I'm going, Daddy!"
she chirped, grabbing a towel and vanishing into the bathroom.
Thomas stood there, fists clenched, his body radiating heat like a furnace. He let out a sharp, ragged exhale to vent the pressure building in his gut. He glanced at his watch and hissed a low, feral curse.
Fuck! Can't the goddamn sun move any faster? Tomorrow is taking a fucking eternity!
He paced back into the hallway, his mind already racing with visions of her slick, wet skin under the spray of the shower, wondering just how much longer he could keep the beast on its leash.
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