by Abby Angel
Margie:
How about a total heiress party girl?
Juliette:
That works too.
Margie:
I mean, this was the girl who ended up getting on top of the bar at Bungalow 8 and taking off her top as she danced to the music, then brought up a bartender and proceeded to give him a lap dance. All in front of cameras, press, and eager club goers.
Juliette:
But that was before she left for Paris. Party goers and social butterflies are noticing a change in young Eliza that they hadn’t seen before. This time around, she seems a bit subdued.
Margie:
Maybe subdued is the wrong word. The Wild Child of New York City is still there. But she’s seemed to … grow up a little bit.
Juliette:
That’s exactly right. People are downright surprised when she shows up at a party now at 8 pm instead of midnight. And she limits her drinking to just a few glasses of champagne. And then calls it a night at a reasonable hour. Without taking anyone home.
Margie:
In fact, I don’t think we’ve had any high profile dating that’s happened in the week that Eliza has been in town, have we?
Juliette:
Not at all. I mean, there have been many people who have commented to the media that they were going to … shall we say, try? Star pitcher for the New York Nympho’s, Ortiz Julieta was quoted as saying on camera that he was “gonna bag that heiress bitch,” and he has tried, but doesn’t appear to have been successful yet.
Margie:
I think he was at the Blush Magazine party last night, trying to get Eliza to give him the time of day. Before she left for Paris, she definitely would've given him the time of day. And a whole hell of a lot more most likely. But this time around? She laughed, flirted, and then shut him down!
Juliette:
In fact, the two main influences that seem to be present right now in Eliza’s life are actually her two stepfathers, Derek Stackford and Carter Blake. Both men it seems are giving her investment advice and both men are competing with each other for whom she is going to listen to.
Margie:
But there's been no sight of her stepmother, Wanda. In fact, many people are thinking that for the first time, Eliza is taking her role of steward of the family fortune quite seriously. I mean, when someone keeps company with bankers and traders more than they do with models and playboys, it’s usually because they’re turning a new leaf.
Juliette:
Not that Derek Stackford or Carter Blake are any saints, but both of these two eligible bachelors may be giving Eliza something that no other man in New York City has been able to offer just yet.
Margie:
What’s that, Juliette?
Juliette:
Peace of mind.
Margie:
Well, on that note, it’s time for a commercial break. Stay tuned and when we return, we’ll be talking to Carter Kane, creator of the virtual reality sex toy that has taken the country by storm. Thanks again for tuning in!
Chapter Nine
Eliza
I know, I know.
I shouldn’t be here. But what the hell; I just had to come. Carter hasn’t called or left me any messages after what happened in my apartment, and what can I say? The man has left me intrigued. It’s been two days since our impromptu meeting in my apartment and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about these two men ... the ones I just can’t stop calling daddy.
We’re supposed to have lunch tomorrow, the three of us, but I just couldn’t resist the urge to drop in and visit Carter. Ever since he showed up at my door, casual smile and piercing eyes, I haven’t been able to get him off my mind. I hate my stepmother’s guts, but there’s one thing that I just gotta give to her: she has quite the taste when it comes to men. I mean, between Carter and Derek, I truly don’t know which one to choose.
So, yeah, don’t think I swung by Carter’s office because he interested me the most. It’s nothing like that. I just think that Carter Blake is the most approachable one or, if you want me to say it like that, the cool headed one. I can see myself sitting across from Carter and having a rational conversation while with Derek it’s all fire and thunder. Usually that isn’t a problem for me, but things tend to change slightly when you have a $250 billion dollar fortune to manage. I mean, I’m only 25 and I’m the richest person on Earth. I gotta be smart about this, or else people will rip me off left and right.
Walking across the cavernous lobby, my heels clicking across the marble floor, I make a beeline toward what seems to be the receptionist’s desk.
“May I help you?” a redheaded woman asks me, her horn-rimmed glasses on her forehead. She’s sitting outside of Carter’s office behind a massive desk, and I assume she’s his secretary. She’s a beautiful woman, probably in her mid-thirties, and judging by the look in her eyes I’d say she’s as loyal of an employee as Carter can get.
“I’m here to see Carter,” I tell her, resting my purse on her desk.
“And you are?” she asks me, softly smiling, and I can tell right away that she knows exactly who I am. I mean, it’s not like I want to brag, but everyone knows who I am. 25 years old and worth $250 billion dollars? Hell, even God knows who I am; I’m just surprised he hasn’t called and asked me for a loan.
“Eliza Seymour,” I reply nonetheless, and Carter’s secretary just smiles politely and pretends to look down at her laptop for a few seconds.
“Well, Carter’s busy right now, but I think he’ll be able to squeeze in a few minutes for you, Ms. Seymour,” she says, her eyes appraising me, almost as if she’s trying to find out why I came here and what my intentions are when it comes to Carter. Yeah, this woman is more than just his secretary; their relationship goes beyond the usual secretary-boss dynamic. No, I’m not saying they’re sleeping together (I hope not, at least—wait, why am I saying that?); I’m just saying there’s a lot of trust between these two. And how do I know that? Well, if there’s something I’m good at, it’s at appraising people. Call it a sixth sense.
“Eliza?” I hear Carter’s voice, and I turn around to meet him. He’s standing outside of his office, the huge double oak doors opening and revealing a huge room behind him. “What are you doing here?”
“Can’t a girl visit her father?” I say, slinging my purse over my shoulder and walking toward him. I stop just a few feet away from him, and I have to look up to meet his eyes. Carter—just like Derek—is a head taller than me, and God, that just makes him all the more sexier.
He looks at me for a few seconds in complete silence, as if he’s trying to search for the right words, and then he waves at his office. “Sure, come in,” he tells me, and I don’t wait for more; I walk past him, strolling inside his office with a casual gait and sit down on the chair across from his desk.
Instead of sleek and modern, Carter’s office has more of a classy look. A Goya picture hangs on one of the walls and, even though the sun bathes the whole room through the floor-to-ceiling glass panels, there’s a certain sobriety to the whole place. In such a context, more than looking like a modern-day CEO, Carter looks like nobility.
Closing the doors behind him, he walks around his desk and sits in front of me, the glint in his eyes telling me that he’s more than happy to see me.
“I’m glad you came by,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine, and I feel that he’s truly happy to see me. At least as much as I am. I know, this might be a little creepy to say, but what the hell; it feels good to be across from him and know that there’s some chemistry between us. What if he’s my stepfather? It’s not like that matters. We aren’t blood related and, besides, it’s not like he ever really played out his role as my father.
“I just wanted to hear your thoughts,” I start, not bothering to beat around the bush. As much as I wanted to see Carter again, I came here with a definite purpose—to hear his thoughts on Derek. Yeah, that might be a backhanded thing to do, but we’re not talking about inve
sting in a bakery; we’re talking about a fortune big enough to start a war (and to finish it).
“My thoughts? What about?” he asks me, but I think he knows exactly what I want to ask him.
“About Derek. After the two of you left, he called me about some investment options and … I’m just not sure. I know you don’t see eye-to-eye, but I think you can be rational about this. I want to know if I should invest some of my money with Derek.”
Carter’s smile starts fading away from his face, his lips becoming just a thin line, and then he looks away from me and sighs, leaning back against his chair. Breathing in deeply, he sits up straight in his chair, places both his hands on the table and looks me straight in the eye.
“I’m sorry, Eliza. I can’t help you with that.”
“Oh? That’s odd coming from you. You spoke your mind back at my apartment, why this now?” I ask him, feeling confused for the first time since I landed back in the US. From what I’ve gathered, Carter was more than happy to have me invest solely with him. In fact, he went out of his way to demean Derek and his financial savvy … and now that I’m offering him a chance on a silver platter to bash Derek, he’s bowing out of it.
“I can’t advise you, Eliza,” he replies, and I notice a certain kind of coiled tension taking over his body.
“Why not?”
“Because,” he runs his tongue between his lips, and I notice his hands becoming tense, “I’m attracted to you. Much more than I should be.”
His words wrap themselves around me like a thick rope from which I can’t escape and, surprisingly (or maybe not), I realize that I enjoy them. Carter is attracted to me … and, as you’ve noticed by now, that feeling works both ways.
Sure, yeah, I’ve had a lot of sex during my years in Europe. From rock stars to soccer players, no man was too famous or too important to be seduced by me. But, I don’t know, Carter and Derek are different. These two don’t look at me as if I’m a piece of meat or a walking wallet (well, at least most of the time); they look at me as a woman, one made of flesh and soul. And that, let me tell you, you don’t find that everyday. Most men just want a wet place where they can stick their cocks.
And, just between you and me… The fact that they are my stepfathers kinda gives an edge to the whole thing. You know what they say—the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.
“You know that’s wrong,” I start, the words taking shape in my mouth. I don’t even filter them. “I’m technically your stepdaughter,” I continue, lowering my voice and ready to enjoy his reaction. I’m teasing him, and if there’s something I like to do it's to tease handsome men and bend them to my will.
“That makes it even better,” Carter says in a heartbeat, his words slapping me hard. I wasn’t expecting that. I was waiting for him to act awkwardly and try to apologize for his words, not for him to double down on what he has just said.
“And what are you going to do about it?” I whisper, leaning forward slightly and offering him a better view of my cleavage. His eyes wander down to my breasts before he snaps them back up to my face, and I notice him swallowing hard. I can almost see the gears turning inside of his head.
“You should leave now,” he says suddenly, going up to his feet and walking around the desk. He points to the doors, but his eyes never leave mine.
“What if I don’t want to?” I reply, slowly standing up right in front of him.
“In that case…” he trails off and grabs me by the waist, pulling me into him fast. Our mouths connect, my lips fitting on his almost too perfectly, and I close my eyes.
Sin has never been this delicious.
Chapter Ten
Eliza
“So me technically being your stepdaughter makes it better?” I raise my eyebrow. “Kinky. Should I start calling you Dad?” I say leaning back against his desk.
“I think I’d prefer it if you called me Daddy,” Carter replies, his voice deepening with lust. A smile lifts the corners of his mouth.
He locks the office door. I know this room is soundproof and is meant to keep employees from over hearing secrets and selling them to the highest bidder. But I wonder how many other secrets it’s held. I wonder if anyone would pay to hear Carter make me scream. I bet they would—the master of the universe bending his stepdaughter over his desk. There’s a bad pun to be made about investments, assets, and maybe market penetration, but I can’t think of it now because Carter is looking at me with desire smoldering in his eyes. Oh yeah, this little flirtation is about to go from zero to 100 fast, really fast. Carter’s not playing games anymore, and neither am I.
“Whatever you say Daddy,” I reply emphasizing the word Daddy. I let it roll slowly off my tongue in a sexy purr.
Okay maybe I’m still paying games just a little bit … just a tease. What can I say? I’m a girl who likes to have fun. The word Daddy hangs in the air between us like a dirty promise. It’s a shock to me how much calling him that, when I know what’s going to happen, when I know I'm minutes away from having his cock inside of me, turns me on. Maybe I’m a little dirtier than I thought. Who knew? Carter, apparently. I wonder what else Carter knows.
Carter stalks toward me controlled, confident, and looking every bit like a lion circling his prey. Are you really prey if you want to be caught and devoured? It’s appropriate that Carter is king of the financial world … well one of them anyway.
The air between us is electric, crackling with unspoken desire and pent up lust. I feel my heart start to tick upward, and I’m breathing heavy. You would be too if Carter was looking at you like he was going to fuck you into the sweetest oblivion you’ve ever known. I spread my legs allowing my skirt to rise up and exposing the smooth skin of my inner thighs.
Carter’s eyes immediately take in the newly exposed skin. Like a wolf ready to pounce, he licks his lips. I can’t wait to feel Carter’s lips on mine, and his tongue . . . everywhere. As soon as Carter is close enough, I reach out grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket. I don’t give a damn that I’m bunching the fabric in fists, and probably ruining the fabric of his very expensive suit. He allows me to pull him across the final few inches of space. My heart is hammering in my chest and my pussy is wet with anticipation.
“That’s exactly what I want to hear,” Carter says as he closes the remaining distance between us, stepping between my spread legs.
The long hard column of chiseled perfection that is Carter’s body presses against me and I can feel the hardness of his cock push against my thigh. It feels big. No, scratch that. It feels huge. I can’t wait to have him inside of me. I place the palms of my hands against his stomach; even through his shirt I can feel the chiseled ripples of his abs. No doubt about it, Carter definitely hits the gym.
I slide my hands further up over his chest and wrap my arms around his neck. I’m desperate for his kiss, but Carter is going to make me wait. Just as I stretch myself up to meet his lips, Carter dips his head and drags his teeth along the sensitive skin of my neck. A shiver runs down my spine and a moan escapes my lips. His lips trace a path up to that spot behind my ear that never fails to make my pussy wet. I start rubbing my body against his and tugging at his jacket. There's way too much fabric between the two of us.
“Relax baby. Daddy’s going to give you what you want,” Carter says, his voice low and rough with lust. It's right in my ear, and as tempting as the devil himself. “When he has you good and ready,” Carter growls grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the desk.
I’m breathing hard now. My breasts heaving and Carter looks at them hungrily before running his tongue along my cleavage. He looks up at me with a wicked grin, before finally bringing his lips to mine. I part my lips, eager and ready for his kiss. Electricity shoots up my spine as his tongue pushes into my mouth. His kiss is ruthless, and dominating just like Carter is in the boardroom.
His kiss is wet and dirty. His fingers tangle in my hair, and he pulls my head back driving his tongue deeper into my mouth. Carter’s kiss sets my body
on fire and short-circuits my brain. All I can think about is getting that big cock of his inside of me. His hands slip out of my hair and Carter’s arms wrap around me pulling me impossibly closer. His hands slide down my body. I kiss him fiercely, trying to put every ounce of the passion I feel for him into it. I want Carter to know just how badly I want him.
Carter’s hands slip lower squeezing my ass and lifting me up, easily. Automatically I pull my legs up wrapping them around his waist, and use the leverage to grind myself against his hard cock. Carter groans, nipping at my lips as I grind against him. I sway my hips faster, whipping both of us deeper into a frenzy of lust. It feels like the temperature in Carter’s office has shot up a hundred degrees and I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I just need.
Carter holds me up with one arm, trailing kisses down my neck and over my breasts, as he knocks his very expensive laptop and several important files off of his desk with the other. My fingers clutch at his huge biceps as he lifts me onto the desk, pushing me back to lie flat on the expanse of smooth mahogany.
My hands now free, I push his jacket off of his shoulders. I then begin pulling frantically at the buttons of his shirt. I can’t undress Carter fast enough. I want to see what’s underneath that perfectly tailored Tom Ford suit I’m wrecking. I’m not disappointed. Unbuttoning Carter's shirt reveals perfectly sculpted pectorals, and eight-pack abs that look like they're sculpted from marble. Yes! I can't wait to touch every inch of his skin.
I’m not the only one desperate for skin-on-skin contact. Carter has no patience for the small buttons that run the length of my blouse. He grabs each side of my blouse and just yanks, ripping it open. I hear the tiny pearls skitter and slide across the desk and onto the hardwood floor of his office. If my brain weren't fogged over with lust, I’d be pissed.
