Climbing onto his lap whilst he was

on the phone in his office,

you took his face into your hands,

kissing him hungrily,

an irritated sigh leaving his mouth as he

removed your hand from his skin,

holding your wrist because he knew

you'd only try again.

"Daddy..."

You breathed out,

undoing the first few buttons to his shirt,

exposing his tattooed chest,

slipping your hands under the material,

feeling his rock hard abs against your palms,

kissing his neck.

"I don't fucking know"

He scoffed to one of his men on the phone.

"It doesn't fucking matter.

Just find the fucking guy who did it,

We'll take him out and that's the end of it.

Don't fuck it up"

Sucking his teeth in annoyance,

he gripped your wrist again,

holding it against his chest to stop you

from moving.

"I want you"

You whispered on his neck,

moving against his lap,

feeling his hardness underneath you.

"Doll,

I'm on the fucking phone alright?"

He snapped.

"Quit fucking moving around.

It's important"

"I'm important"

You whined.

"I need it"

"Look,

Just fucking do it"

He lost his patience,

cutting the phone call and dropping

his phone onto the desk harshly,

his intense blue eyes falling onto you.

"You're a bad girl,

Ya know that?"

"Take it out"

You fumbled with his belt buckle,

a small chuckle leaving his mouth as he put

his hands up in surrender.

"Alright"

He grinned.

"You want it?

You got it baby girl"