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

Tonight is about me and my woman.

I believe that Caitlin will understand when she finally knows the full extent of what Sophia and I are becoming.

I just hope I can convince Sophia of that fact soon.

“Of course it’s private,” I say. “I don’t want anybody else seeing how incredible you look in that dress. Jesus, Sophia. My mouth is watering right now. And not for the food.”

Her cheeks glow in the candlelight as she picks up her menu and starts scanning it.

I withdraw my hand and do the same.

“Shall I order us some champagne to start?” I ask. “Non-alcoholic, of course.”

She grins. “Yeah, that sounds really nice.”

I reach under the table and press a button.

A moment later, a waiter opens the door from the kitchen and strides across the cavernous room, his footsteps clicking on the hardwood floor. They get louder and louder until he’s standing next to the table, smiling politely down at us.

I scan his eyes for any sign that he’s checking my woman out, but thankfully – for his safety – he keeps his gaze on her face.

“A bottle of your finest non-alcoholic champagne,” I tell him.

“Of course, Mr. Sky,” he says, inclining his head and then returning to the kitchen.

“Wow, secret buttons,” Sophia smiles. “Have you got any more tricks up your sleeve?”

I smirk. “You’ll just have to hang around long enough to find out.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Solomon,” she murmurs.

Even if I should, I imagine her adding afterward, a phantom sentence on her lips.

“Good,” I growl. “Because I’d chase you to the ends of the earth if I had to. I’d never stop chasing you. You belong to me.”

“Always,” she moans, shifting in her seat.

My smirk widens, and my balls tighten even more in their need to explode inside of her, to fill her with my seed until she’s overflowing with it.

She’s getting horny now, I can tell by the way she shifts in her seat.

My little virgin really is insatiable.

“We can cancel dinner,” I tell her fiercely. “I can take you to the best hotel in town right now.”

“I want it, Solomon,” she murmurs. “But—”

She pauses.

But Caitlin, she was going to say.

“Do you think maybe we can have our date?”

“Of course,” I tell her. “You can’t blame a man for trying when you’re wearing that dress, Sophia.”

She bites her lip and I let out another snarling noise.

I can’t help myself.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look when you do that?” I growl.

“When I do what?” she asks.

“Bite your lip like that.”

She laughs, a sweet, musical sound that goes right to my core.

“I didn’t even know I was doing it,” she says.

“That just means you’re sexy without even trying,” I smirk.

Our conversation is interrupted when the waiter emerges with our champagne. I watch Sophia as he lays down the glasses and starts the pour, tracking her smile and letting it infuse me with soothing warmth.

It’s a smile that says she’s never experienced anything like this before, and she loves it. She’s been waiting her whole life for somebody to treat her like the princess she is.

I’m just so glad no other man ever saw how special she is.

I lift my flute once the waiter has left us.

“To us,” I declare.

“To us,” she toasts in return, and we bring our glasses together and clink them.

She sips, and then quickly puts the glass down and clasps onto her belly.

“That’s really—uh—bubbly,” she murmurs. “It’s …”

She clasps her hand over her mouth as a small burp escapes, and then stares at me wide-eyed as though she’s terrified, as though she’s just flipped the table over or started a fire. The pain in her expression shimmers and she moves in her chair as if she’s going to leave.

“I’m so sorry,” she says.

I bolt to my feet, moving with such savage conviction that she flinches.

Walking around the table, I kneel down and cradle her face in my hands. I lean up and kiss her softly on the cheek, tasting the warmth of her skin, her sweat, her.

“Sophia,” I say. “I don’t want you for some idealized version of what you think you need to be. I want you. You burped. It’s not the end of the world.”

She sighs, moving her hands to my shoulders. She seems to love grabbing my shoulders more than anything, and I savor the feeling of her fingernails gripping me through my suit jacket, the way she claws on as though she never wants to let go.

“Maybe I need to stop waiting for this to all blow up in my face,” she murmurs.

I chuckle, leaning close and kissing the edge of her mouth.

“You think?” I smirk.

I claim her lips fully, opening my mouth to taste her passion, feeling her tongue quiver and dance against mine. She moans through the kiss, leaning close and sliding her hands from my shoulders up my neck and through my hair.

I break it off when I feel my seed reaching boiling point, roaring, demanding that I take my woman right here, right now.

“I’m sorry,” she moans.

“No more sorrys, Sophia,” I growl. “You’re too damn sexy and vivacious and curvy for me to just kiss and not go any further.”

She stares at me with a thousand unsaid things trembling in her expression, and then a sassy smile touches her lips, lighting up my insides like a Christmas tree.

“So what you’re really saying – sir – is that I can burp as much as I like.”

I chuckle.

“You can burp the whole alphabet if you want,” I growl. “Just never doubt how badly I want you, how badly I need you. You’re a human being, not some airbrushed billboard. I want all of you. Everything that makes you who you are, warts and all …”

“Burps and all,” she murmurs, grinning.

“Exactly,” I say. “So be a good virgin and do what you’re told.”

She sits up straighter, snapping off a melodramatic salute.

“No more apologies, sir.”

I laugh and she giggles, and then I stand and return to my chair.

Kneeling down next to her