Intern For My Best Friend's Dad: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance by Flora Ferrari (different e readers .TXT) 📕

walks over to me, seeming to get bigger and more possessive the closer he gets. When he’s standing over me, I feel so small, so safe, like he’s a bear and any second he’ll wrap his paws around me and pull me close.

I ache to fall against his rock hard body, to squeeze onto his muscles and just relax into the moment.

“Fulfill your what?” he says, a smirk touching his lips.

“Nothing,” I reply.

“Oh, my little dreamer,” he chuckles. “Do you really think you can lie to me? Tell me the truth.”

I sigh and avert my gaze, a blush spreading over my cheeks and making my whole face hot.

My eyes move over the workout station in the corner, the conference table, the tropical-looking plants dotted here and there.

This office is bigger than most apartments, easily.

He started with nothing and he worked his ass off to get here.

He’s the sort of man that would always protect and cherish our family.

“Sophia,” he snaps. “Tell me what you were going to say.”

“Just that I’ve had a crush on you forever,” I snap in return, feisty rage shivering in my words. “Ever since I can remember, I’ve had a crush on you. It was just a silly little-girl fantasy. That’s all. But now you’re telling me it can be real. We can be real.”

“We can,” he says passionately, moving his hand to touch my face again.

I lean away from him, something quivering and screaming inside of me at the distance.

What the hell are you doing? my womb demands. When your man wants to touch you, you let him.

“Solomon,” I sigh. “You’re talking as if Caitlin doesn’t exist. What do you think she’d say if she knew about this? What do you think she’d do?”

He bites down, causing his jaw to tense and pulse.

“It’s not easy,” he says after a pause. “I’ll grant you that. But it’s not impossible, either.”

“Really? How so?”

“We’ll just have to explain it,” he growls.

He surges forward and wraps his massive, muscular arms around me, squeezing me close. I gasp as our bodies come into a heated collision, his muscles pressing into my breasts, making my nipples hard and tingly with desire.

“We’ll have to tell her that something incredible has happened between us,” he says, leaning down so that his warm breath whispers over me.

My sex tingles and wetness seeps into my panties, making me fidget with need for him.

“And you think she’ll just accept that?” I murmur.

He sighs, bringing his lips to mine.

“I think she’ll have to,” he says. “I can’t forget about this, about you. This need inside of me, Sophia, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. I can’t stop thinking about you. I hardly slept last night, obsessing over you.”

He crushes his lips against mine, our tongues magnetizing to each other like they have minds of their own.

Sensation burns and flares around my mouth, traveling deep inside of me and pounding in my belly.

My clit throbs and my lips rub against my panties, screaming to be touched, to be owned like he owned me yesterday.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I breathe, our faces held close together, our noses tickling.

I smile and giggle despite myself, despite the fact I should be running out of here and forgetting either of us ever said any of this.

“But I don’t think you’re right, Solomon,” I say. “I think you’re being too optimistic.”

He smirks.

“Now that’s the first time I’ve ever been called that.”

“I don’t think I can tell her. Not just like that. Not until …”

I trail off with a sigh.

Solomon leans back, watching, waiting patiently for me to find the right words.

“Not until I know there’s no going back,” I murmur. “Maybe this crazy feeling will pass. Maybe we’ll get over it. Maybe, if we tell her, we’ll be causing her all that pain for no reason.”

His eyes flicker darkly.

His smirk wavers.

“Do you really believe this feeling is just going to go away, Sophia?” he snarls.

“No,” I admit. “I don’t. But I don’t want to tell her and that’s the best I could come up with, okay? So please don’t give me crap about it.”

He laughs dryly and slides his hands down to my hips, grabbing hold of me and pulling me close. I shift against him, opening my legs so I can grind my sex against his thigh, my panties rubbing with relentless starry heat against my lips, clit, and soaked hole.

“You’re such a horny virgin,” he growls. “But …”

“Just for you,” I finish for him.

“Just for me,” he affirms. “And don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

He moves his hands around to my ass, squeezing and massaging so that even more shivering pleasure moves over my body, urging me into deeper and deeper ecstasy.

I keep rubbing my center against his thigh, biting my lip to stop a moan from escaping.

“What do you propose, hmm?” he growls, his smirk sharp and ironic. “To prove that you really want to be with me?”

I laugh, but the sound comes out strangled with desire.

“Aren’t I proving that already?”

He steps back, a wide step that leaves a hollow feeling in my chest.

“I can’t do this,” he says, his voice husky.

For a second, the floor feels as if it opens and swallows me up.

Anxiety swirls around my belly, tightening it.

I imagine his smirk turning into a vicious leer, his eyes dancing with bullying light instead of sizzling lust.

I imagine him throwing his head back and laughing.

Did you really think I’d want you, you silly girl?

“Why?” I whimper.

“Sophia, what’s wrong?”

I try for a laugh, but it can’t hide the fact that tears have appeared in my eyes, shimmering and threatening to pour down my cheeks.

“I have a conference call in five minutes,” he says, stepping forward and brushing his thumb along my cheek. I shiver at his touch. “And I know if I let us carry on, I won’t be able to resist going even further with you. I’ll have you naked on that desk. You’re too goddamn magnetic. What did you think, Sophia?”

“That this was all some