James’s P. O. V.
When Selena walks away from me, I close my eyes, trying to steady myself, but her fragrance still stays. Since last night, I can’t get her out of my mind. Her lips, her touch-damn, she’s doing something to me, some kind of magic that has me completely drawn to her.
When I walked into this mansion earlier and saw her sitting on the sofa-the girl I kissed at the bar-I was stunned. She’s Selena, my friend Denver’s daughter.
Fuck! I kissed Denver’s daughter.
But how could I have known? When I kissed her, I had no idea who she was because I’d never met her earlier. I came to New York a few days ago for a business project. My life is in Texas.
Last night, I asked my assistant to dig up information about the girl I kissed, thinking I’d track her down. Before I could even get her details, the truth hit me like a bomb.
I’ve decided that I will never let Denver know what happened. I can’t let anything ruin our friendship. Denver has always been there for me since I lost my family in the car accident. He helped me to gather myself back.
I can never let him down, no matter how much I want her.
And Selena said right-it’s just a kiss. I should leave it at that. Forget everything.
***
Dinner is a nightmare. I sit across from her, trying to focus on Denver’s conversation about business, but my mind is elsewhere. Selena looks stunning tonight, wearing a black dress that hugs her figure in all the right ways. I feel my dick hardening inside my pants. Fuck! I want to bend her over this dining table and fuck her so hard.
The slit in her dress reveals her bare, creamy white thigh, and the sight is driving me insane.
God, help me.
My fingers itch with the desire to touch her, to grasp her thighs, to pull her close.
I clench my fists under the table, trying to control my frustration. For the first time in my life, I feel helpless-I can’t have what I want. And I want her. Every cell in my body aches for her, and I just can’t stop fantasising about her.
I try to stay composed, but my gaze keeps wandering back to her. I catch her glancing at me a few times, her cheeks flushing slightly when she realises I’m looking back. It’s so tempting. Everything about her is driving her crazy.
Denver doesn’t notice a thing. He’s too caught up in his stories and laughing as he recounts his latest deal. Selena is quiet, and focused on her plate, though I can tell she’s just as distracted as I am.
I try to ignore her, but it’s impossible. My mind keeps replaying last night-the way her lips felt against mine, the way her body melted into me. I shouldn’t have let her kiss me, but damn it, it was the best kiss of my life.
***
I return to my mansion, so damn frustrated because I still can’t get Selena out of my mind.
When I step into my room, I see a maid tidying up. She wishes me politely before continuing her work. I sit on my king-sized chair, light a cigarette, and exhale a plume of smoke. It does little to calm me. My frustration only grows because of the memories of Selena. She is so tempting. I wish she was in my bed right now.
Stop it, James. She’s so young and your friend’s daughter. She’s a forbidden fruit.
But no matter how much I try to convince myself, it’s useless. Her face, her lips, and her moans when I kissed her. Fuck! Nothing about her is leaving my mind.
I need a distraction. I can’t let Selena affect me like this.
Without much thought, I command the maid. “Come here. Kneel and satisfy me.”
The maid obeys without question, dropping to her knees in front of me. She unbuttons my jeans and begins to give me a blowjob, just as I ordered. I close my eyes, trying to lose myself in the pleasure, but it’s no use.
A particular woman with blue eyes flashes across the back of my mind.
Fuck.
Why can’t I get her out of my head? Even after knowing she’s my friend’s daughter, I can’t stop thinking about her. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I push the maid away abruptly. “Get out.”
I’m so damn annoyed right now.
She scrambles to her feet and adjusts her clothes before hurrying out of the room. I run a hand through my hair and let out a frustrated sigh.
It’s been years since anyone has had this kind of effect on me. I’ve always been in control, never letting myself get attached or distracted. Relationships are messy and dangerous.
I learned that when I lost my family, and I still remember that day so clearly. I was twenty, young and full of dreams when a car accident ripped everything away from me. My parents, and my sister-were gone in an instant. After that, I vowed never to let myself rely on anyone again. Love and attachment only bring pain.
So, I only indulge in meaningless sex to satisfy my needs. The thought of having a family and losing them is unbearable-I just can’t bear that pain again.
As my phone vibrates on the table, it pulls me out of my thoughts. It’s a message from Robbin, my assistant, with the information I requested about Selena last night.
I open the email and see her photo. She’s in a red dress, smiling brightly at the camera. Her beauty is mesmerising, even in a simple picture. My thumb instinctively zooms in on her lips.
Those lips… I can still feel them on mine. Soft as rose petals and tasting like strawberries.
Fuck.
I toss the phone on the table before running my hand through my hair in frustration.
What the hell is wrong with me? I’m acting like some infatuated college boy with a crush. This isn’t me. I don’t obsess over women. I take what I want, and when I’m done, I move on. That’s how it’s always been.
As I lie down to sleep, the memories of the evening play on a loop in my head.
Her glances.The flush of her cheeks.The way her thighs looked under that damn dress.
I groan, covering my face with my arm. “Stop it, James. She’s off-limits. You can’t have her.”
But the thought of staying away from her feels impossible.
I know one thing for certain. This is going to be a battle I’m not sure I can win.
***
One Week Later
I’m sitting in my office, trying to work, but the particular woman with blue eyes isn’t leaving my mind. It’s been a week, yet she’s still affecting me like this. Every time I close my eyes, I see her. Every time I breathe, I swear I can catch her scent. It’s maddening.
I want to touch every inch of her body. I imagine how she’ll moan when I taste her sweetness, how her body will tremble under my touch, and how tight she’ll feel when I bury myself deep inside her.
Fuck! In my entire life, I’ve never yearned for a woman the way I’ve been yearning for her ever since I tasted her lips. I don’t know what the fuck she’s doing to me, but it’s driving me insane.
Maybe it’s because she’s forbidden-an untouchable fruit-and forbidden things are always more tempting. The more you’re told you can’t have something, the more desperately you crave it. And Selena… she’s the one thing I can’t stop craving, no matter how wrong it is.
God! Why she has to be my friend’s daughter?
As I try to concentrate on work, keeping my desire to have Selena aside, I receive a call from Denver.
He tells me that Selene will be staying in my mansion for more than a month because he and his wife are going out of the city for business. A few months ago, someone attacked Selena, so he can’t leave her alone at home.
He trusts me to protect his daughter from any danger, but he doesn’t know what dirty things I’m imagining to do with her. If he knew, he would have never called me to protect her.
And now, how am I supposed to save her from myself? God must be testing my patience.
Damn it! For the first time, I’m trying to control my desires, and it’s frustrating me. That forbidden feeling, the fact that she isn’t meant to be mine, is driving me insane. But still, she became mine-ever since my eyes first fell on her, and especially after I claimed her lips and got to know how she tasted.