Edward

The day isn't even halfway over, and I'm already struggling. Bella's not the only reason. Although I have to admit it's distracting to have her close by while I try to navigate through our clients' files, making an effort to clean up the mess so that Bella can take over from there.

She's a big fan of digitizing every single thing, and after she's made it to the letter 'B' of our new, alphabetical folders on the great cloud, I'm convinced Mike and I have been doing it all wrong all this time. It's as if our sassy, new, office administrator pulled our business out of the stone age. I swear I get happier as the stack of papers on my desk grows smaller and smaller.

By eleven-thirty, I can't quite handle it anymore. There's an itch that needs scratching. And I need it now.

"Mike, drive over to that great deli place over on Lake Street?"

His head shoots up, but Bella's still scrolling and clicking away on her computer.

"Why?" he frowns.

"Because I'm hungry…" I shrug. "And we have a big job later today so we'll need the fuel."

"I'm kinda busy here with the design of Rosemary's garden."

"The fresh air will do you good."

"You're buying, then?" Mike lifts a brow.

I whip some cash out of my wallet and throw it on his desk.

"So, what will it be, then?"

"Surprise me," Bella shoots from behind the computer screen.

"What she said," I nod.

"God, I thought he'd never leave," I breathe as Mike walks out the door. I look at my girl, at the glee smile on her face. It makes me chuckle.

"My, my, Bella, don't you like your new boss?" I arch a brow at her, well-aware of the fact that Mike likes to lay it on thick with the ladies. And I've never actually been irritated about that before. I wouldn't even call it irritated…the way he tried to make some of his signature moves on her? God, I was fuming. But I couldn't do anything about it, except suffering in silence.

"Gah, he's such a slimeball…" Bella rolls her eyes. I like her even more now. I think she's one of the only girls to ever speak up to Mike and call him out on his bullshit.

"He seems quite taken with you," I say, moving closer.

"Too bad," she shrugs. "I'm already taken." It rolls off her tongue so effortlessly it catches me off guard. I'm already taken.

I sigh and bite my lip, but Bella gets up, her dainty hands resting on my shoulders, warming me instantly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to assume…" she trails off, casting those mocha eyes of hers down before dropping her hands. But I take them in mine, kissing her knuckles.

"You're taken, huh?" I try to diffuse the tension, running my nose along her jawline. Bella smells exquisite, like the essence of summer suns through her veins. It's intoxicating. "Does that mean you're daddy's girl?" I hum against her skin, kissing the pulsepoint in her neck. She sighs, melting against me, her fingers gripping mine tightly.

"If that's what you want, yeah," she smiles. "I'll be anything you want." She sounds dead-serious, her eyes swirling with deep emotion.

God, this girl. This whole thing with her is far from a game. It's become an internal battle. In fact, I feel like I'm cheating on her since I'm still married to her mother. I hate that it has to be this way. I used to think I would only marry once, because that's what I've seen from my parents, because I've grown up around a healthy, steady, strong as an Arabian horse relationship. I just always thought that when I got married it would be the same. But obviously, marriage hasn't gone very well for me. I'm beginning to see that saying 'I do' has been one of the worst decisions of my life.

"Right now," I take a deep breath, sliding my hands up to her little waist, feeling a shudder run through her. "I want you to be fucked and leaking my cum out of that little pussy for the rest of the day."

She swallows, hard.

"By all means…" Bella bites her lip, eyeing me up and down before sitting on top of her desk, and spreading those luscious, tan thighs.

"Fuck," I gasp.

"Mhm?" She bats her lashes innocently, but baby doll is anything but.

"No panties, little doll?" I arch a brow, eyes devouring her hungrily as her little sundress rides up. Bella parts her legs even more, one heeled foot perched on the armrest of her desk chair.

"Figured that might be quicker…" she says, smiling like the Cheshire cat.

My hands go to my belt, undoing it quickly before the metal of the buckle clangs against the tabletop. The sound of my zipper going down is deafening, as is the sound of Bella's ragged breathing.

"We don't have much time, baby…forty minutes, tops before he's back."

"Then I guess you better make it count, daddy. Instead of talking about fucking me, why don't you actually go ahead and do me?" she says it with poise, a cheeky little grin that makes her look bratty as fuck before she shakes her dark hair over her freckled shoulder.

"Shut up and show daddy that pussy," I rasp before claiming her lips hungrily.