He lightly brushed his lips against mine, not fully diving in. His hands were in my hair, cradling the back of my head as he teased my lips with his feather-like touch.

'And you thought you could stay away from him?'

I knew now that staying away probably wasn't going to ever happen. Not while he had such a strange and magnetic hold on me. I was a sucker for this man.

If he commanded me to sit in my chair and work for the rest of the day I would because I, so badly, wanted to please him.

"Please, Mr. Blackstone," I whispered against his lips, my eyes shut and my fists clenched around the fabric of his shirt.

"Daddy," he murmured, still brushing his lips against mine.

"Please, Daddy," I breathed.

I felt him smile, nip my bottom lip, and then press his lips to mine softly.

When he pulled away, I was breathing heavy. The powers this man held in just his lips were overwhelming.

Who told him he could be this breathtaking?

He pulled my hair a little tighter, causing a small moan to escape the back of my throat and he growled before smashing his lips against mine.

'At least you have some kind of effect on him as well.'

His erection was pressed against my stomach and when he pulled away, I smiled.

"Would you like me to take care of that, Sir?"

He pulled his handkerchief back out and wiped his mouth, removing my lipstick now, before bringing a clean corner down to my mouth and clearing a few smudges around my lips.

"No, Genevieve. I do have quite a few contracts to go over today so I'll be bringing you home and then coming straight back. Go grab your bag and we'll head out."

"I can drive myself home, Sir," I answered and began walking to my desk but he grabbed my upper arm and brought me back to his chest.

"I told you I was bringing you home. Do you need another punishment? I can find some other body part to redden if you'd like."

"No, Sir. I'm sorry," I shook my head slightly, staring into his dark amber eyes.

He smirked and let go of my arm, allowing me to head to my desk and grab my purse. He had already walked to the elevator and was waiting for me now.

The elevator ride down was, thankfully, uneventful. A few people got on and rode down to different floors, all giving him a 'Good afternoon, Mr. Blackstone.'. Most of the women drooling and glaring at me.

He pulled his phone out briefly, tapped a few keys, and then put it back into his pocket and I wondered if he was texting Jasmine, but shook the thought from my brain.

He could text her all he wanted, I didn't care. I would get what I wanted from him and that was it.

When we made it to the lobby, he put his hand on the small of my back as he usually did but this time when we passed Dariah, I didn't smirk. I was officially the other woman and there was no dignity in that.

"I'll be back in a few moments, Dariah. Please hold all of my calls until I return," he said as we passed her.

"Yes, Mr. Blackstone. See you soon."

As we walked out the door I saw his Jaguar already waiting for us outside. He opened my door and helped me in. I maneuvered myself so that I was facing his seat and sitting mostly on my left hip because sitting on my ass was way too painful.

Even my skirt moving against my ass hurt. I would peel my clothes off as soon as I got home and lay on my stomach in my bed for the rest of the day.

When Dominic got in and saw the way I was sitting, he smirked.

"Make sure you take a few pain relievers when you get home."

"Yes, Sir," I nodded.

As he pulled out into the road and began the trip to my apartment, he asked, "So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?"

I had no choice but to look at him but I didn't mind.

"Laying naked on my stomach in bed watching tv," I answered truthfully.

He cut his eyes at me and the look he gave me was pure lust.

"Oh? Would you-- No," he sighed and looked back to the road.

"Sir," I asked suddenly, "Can I ask you a question?"

He looked at me for a moment with a raised brow before returning his eyes to the road.

"Yes."

"Am I the...biggest girl that you've...been with?"

I watched as his brows pinched and he looked at me again but his eyes returned to the road, "You are the curviest, yes. Why do you ask?"

I looked down at my fingernails before looking back up at him.

"Just something I overheard Jasmine saying."

He looked back at me, "What did you hear her say?"

"It's nothing, Sir. I'm a big girl and I can handle it," I replied.

I didn't want to go tattling to him when he had no loyalties to me.

"Genevieve, tell me what she said, now," he commanded.

'Well, can't argue with that.'

I sighed and played with the ends of my hair as I began, "I guess she was on the phone with a friend while I was in the bathroom and I heard her saying that you aren't 'into fat girls' and that I couldn't try harder to climb the corporate latter even if I wanted to or my clothes would rip."

I paused, sighed, and continued, "She also said I didn't 'seem very bright', Sir, and she called me...my body fake."

'You aren't going to also tell him about the secret she's hiding?'

I'm not even sure it is a secret she's hiding, and besides, he said he would break up with her soon. I just need to be a little patient.

Dominic snorted, "Fake? I happen to have it on good authority that nothing on you is fake. If she said all of that then she must feel threatened by you. Are you sure she was even talking about you?"

"I'm pretty sure, Sir. She said that the 'new one' is a brunette as well, and she feels you have a type."

He chuckled, still looking at the road, "I can assure you that you are not fat or fake. I love your body, Genevieve. Your curves are one of the many things that attracted me to you. You are none of the things she said about you. You are well put together, very attractive, and very smart. You're outfit today, while it does accentuate all of your curves, is still flattering and professional and you do look good."

He looked into my eyes and smirked, "You look sexy and it makes me want to do very bad things to you."

My breath hitched and I bit my bottom lip before asking, "Were you going to ask if you could come up and help me undress? Before you stopped yourself?"

He looked back at the road and made a turn.

"Yes, but I do need to get back to work."

It was my turn to smirk now. I placed my knees on the seat and leaned towards him, nipping his earlobe before whispering, "I want you to come up with me, Daddy."

I saw his hands clench the steering wheel until they were white.

"I can't, Genevieve. I have to get back."

I brought my hand down to his now growing erection and breathed against his ear, "Please, Daddy? Let's take care of each other. You're hard, I'm wet, and I know you haven't come, at least not in me, since Friday night."

"Genevieve," he groaned as I started stroking him over his suit pants.

"Say yes, Daddy. Let's play together before you go back to work."

He chuckled, "Are you trying to manipulate me, Genevieve?"

I chuckled as well, "Is it working, Sir?"

He stopped in front of my apartment, shut off the car, and put his hand over mine on his erection and squeezed lightly.

"Yes."

I leaned back and took my seat belt off before quickly opening the door and pulling my purse out with me. I made my way inside of the building and to the elevator as I heard him slam his door and follow me.