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

ma’am,” I laugh. “Even if I have to work into the early hours of the morning. I promise.”

“Then go,” she grins. “Enjoy yourself.”

She turns and I clear my throat, unspoken words dancing across my lips.

“Hermione,” I blurt.

“Yes?” she says, facing me again.

“Do you think age gaps matter?”

“No,” she says firmly. “My boyfriend is younger than me. I’ve got friends whose partners are older, the same age, younger. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is respect, love, devotion, sex. All that matters is how you feel. I believe that, as long as you’re not hurting anybody else, people should be able to do any damn thing they want.”

I smile broadly as she finally leaves, but something she just said rings around my mind with a shivering ache.

As long as you’re not hurting anybody else.

That’s the thing.

We are hurting somebody else.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

I sigh and stand up, gripping my cellphone in my hand. Even though my need for Solomon has reached a fever pitch over the past few days, an undercurrent of rage sizzles beneath it all.

Why he heck didn’t he call me, text me, anything?

Why did he let me stress and worry that he was off with someone else? Or that he was laughing at me behind my back?

Why? Why? Why?

I march toward the elevator with my heart stampeding in my chest, the reverberations thudding through me like a drum beat.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Solomon

I stand at the window with my hands behind my back, gazing down at the city the same way I did when this all started. So much has changed since then, though. The city even looks brighter.

But mostly it’s the burning brightness in my chest, expanding with each beating of my heart, telling me that I need to be with my woman and be with her now.

Being apart from her in the UK sent talons tearing through my body. My seed rioted and roared, demanding to know why I wasn’t with her, why I wasn’t inside of her.

I ached with the need of her every second of every day.

My mind tormented me with images of her with another man, sighing and moaning and singing out her lust in the way she only does for me. Even if I know my woman would never do that, and even if I know I’d kill any man who tried to take her, the vignettes worked their way violently into my mind, taunting.

I spin as the door explodes open behind me.

My woman marches into the room, her curvy-as-fuck body compressed into a tight shirt and black pants. The clothes must look modest to everybody else, but they flood me with even more hungering need. Her pants highlight the way her hips curve and dip. Her breasts are large and round and get my mouth watering.

Her hair cascades around her shoulders as she marches across the room, glaring at me.

“So you remember I exist, then,” she snaps.

I smirk, almost letting out a sigh of relief.

She’s filled with just as much burning need as I am.

“I could never forget you,” I say, stalking over to her, inhaling the captivating scent of her fertile young body.

I reach out and touch her face, feeling the heat of her skin sizzle against my palm, the warmth of her skin moving up my arm and into my chest.

My heart thuds and deep inside a primal voice howls.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I snarl, my manhood already becoming iron hard in my pants.

“You missed me?” she murmurs, looking up at me with her bright eyes. “If you missed me …”

“Why didn’t I call or text?” I ask.

She nods.

“I don’t want to be the crazy needy girl—”

She cuts herself off with a strangled laugh, turning away from me and gazing down and the sun-flecked city.

“Girlfriend,” I growl. “You can say it, Sophia.”

“Is that what I am?” she says.

“No,” I tell her. “You’re so much more. But the word will do for now.”

“So why …”

I sigh and walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her torso and hugging her close to me. My manhood presses into her back, and my little dreamer pushes back against me, rubbing against my length.

I let my head fall forward and inhale the sweet scent of her hair.

“I wanted to,” I tell her. “But it was business. One of our main investors has become obsessed with mindfulness and he whisked us away to this bullshit retreat. A lot of slow breathing and stuff like that. There was a no-phones policy. I’m sorry if I worried you, Sophia. But you need to remember who’s in charge here, too. I should spank you like the horny minx you are for coming in here like that.”

She turns in my embrace, lifting her arms and wrapping them around my shoulders. I slide my hands over her hips and squeeze onto her ample ass, the base of my cock setting on fire, the flames licking up and down my length.

Every second of every goddamn day, for the rest of my life, I’ll ache for this woman.

“You wouldn’t lie to me, Solomon?” she murmurs.

“Never,” I snap. “It was boring, annoying. But it was necessary.”

She nods, letting out a breath. “Okay, I’m sorry I came in here all …”

“All what?” I growl. “All needy, all excited, all hot? As if I’d be angry at you for that.”

I pull her even closer to me, tracking the way her features dance under my touch. I’m certain I can smell her womb sending me tangy signals, urging me to slam her into the desk, tear a hole in her pants, and fuck her raw until she’s creaming and crying out in pleasure.

“Solomon,” she whimpers.

“Oh, I see,” I smirk, bringing my lips to hers, looking directly into her innocent dark eyes. “You thought I was playing a game with you. You thought I was staying away on purpose to give you all the time in the world to get nice and horny for me.”

She moans again.

My manhood couldn’t be stiffer. It’s flooded, irrepressible, my seed