Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Will do,” he agreed as he exited the car, allowing me to get out before returning to his seat. “Oh, and Thatcher told me to remind you that poker is at his place on Tuesday instead of Jameson’s.”
“Duly noted.”
Justice and his brother, Thatcher, co-owned the investment firm K-Corp with Jameson Kennedy. I’d met them all when they took me on as a client ten years ago. The owners rarely managed accounts themselves anymore, but a friend had made the introduction, so I’d been given a coveted spot on their small list. Despite our age difference, I’d become good friends with all of them.
A year into my residency, an apartment had opened up in Justice’s building, and he’d offered it to me. It was a better investment to buy a place, but it was only me, and I had no intention of having a family anytime soon. Plus, the building had top-notch security, so I’d said yes.
“I’ll take Mr. Kendall wherever he needs to go, and I’ll be back at the end of your shift,” Linus said as he closed the car door. “Text me if you need me before then.”
I nodded before hurrying to the building entrance to get out of the cold.
“Dr. Sutton?”
My head whipped up at the sound of the vaguely familiar voice. One that was sexy as hell and sent a streak of desire straight to my dick. When I saw who stood in the doorway to my office, my jaw almost hit the floor.
“Sunshine?” I blurted, then mentally smacked myself upside the head.
But rather than be put off by my nickname, her lips curled into a smile, and her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “It’s you,” she breathed.
The husky quality of her voice sent all the blood in my head rushing to my dick. I’d happily give up every penny in my bank account to hear her say my name like that again.
Since she was no longer wearing a coat, I did a once-over of her body, confirming everything I’d thought when I met her outside the other day. Her curves were made for sex and breeding. The innocence coming off her in waves only added to her allure because I had a feeling that I’d be the first man to ever make her scream their name in ecstasy. Fucking hell.
I told myself once again that she was too damn young…but it didn’t make a damn bit of difference. My body knew what my brain would eventually come to accept. I was going to have this girl under me, my mouth on those fantastic tits, and my cock buried in her tight, young pussy.
“I thought you looked familiar the other day.” When she spoke again, it broke me out of the sexual stupor I’d fallen into, and I took a deep breath, trying to think of anything that would cool my desire.
“We only met briefly when I was a kid,” she said with a giggle. “Otherwise, I’ve only ever seen you coming and going in a hurry.”
Her words caught my full attention, shoving my desire to the back of my mind for the moment.
“We’ve met?” I queried. It seemed unlikely I would have forgotten someone so gorgeous and utterly sexy, right? I tried to think hard and…wait…had she said when she was a kid?
“Yep,” she responded as she walked into my office, her curvy hips swaying enticingly. “I was only six when you moved into the building, so I’m not surprised you don’t remember.”
“You live in my building?” I was growing even more confused, and something niggled at the back of my brain. Something I had a bad feeling about.
Sunshine laughed and stuck her hands in the back pockets of her pants, pushing her chest out. Those dirty thoughts attempted to come to the front of my mind again, but I managed to stay focused on our conversation. “I should have introduced myself first,” she said in a rueful tone. “I’m Jenna Kendall.”
The world came to a standstill for just a moment, then it seemed to crash all around me.
This was Justice Kendall’s daughter. I wasn’t sure how I’d missed it before because she looked so much like her mother. But she had a presence and sensuality that was all her own, which probably kept me from seeing the resemblance the first time I met her.
I wanted to bang my head down on my desk for thinking about this girl’s sexuality. Justice had said she was seventeen and still in high school.
She was a damn teenager, and I was twenty-fucking-one years older than her. I should probably have been shot for the filthy things I wanted to do to her tight—my instincts told me it was untouched—teenage pussy.
And if Justice had any inkling of the thoughts I’d been having about his little girl, I’d be chum for the fishes in the East River.