She’s Too Young (She’s Too Young #1)

by Jessa Kane

  An image of her spread legs on the floor of my limousine makes me groan, but I disguise it with a cough, out of necessity. After all, I’m sitting around a conference table with eight of my employees. Thanks to a last minute investment opportunity in Tokyo, I was forced to climb out of bed and dress for a meeting, leaving a sleeping Veda. Talking business is the last thing I want to be doing, even if it is taking place in my home conference room.

  What I need is to be buried in the little, fuck-tight blonde who was tangled up in my sheets last time I saw her. And I need it now. Unfortunately, there are a few more issues to resolve at this meeting before I can seek her out.

  Damn, Veda was something else last night. There’s no other way to describe her but magical. She attracted too much male attention floating up and down the aisles in the sporting goods store, picking out equipment to donate, so I paid the manager to close down the store while we shopped, plus take his gawking employees to the break room until we finished. Then I was her sole audience and she was definitely a crowd pleaser, riding on my back, asking me with little kisses to retrieve things on the higher shelves, skipping rope in the exercise aisle in a way that made her tits bounce and my cock go achingly stiff.

  If I hadn’t been so determined to give her more than just sex, there would have been hell to pay for her incessant teasing. I appeased myself with the knowledge my schedule was clear today and I could spend it giving her orgasms—and that is still the plan. As soon as this goddamn meeting is over.

  I try to focus on what Allison, my head of marketing, is saying, but all I can think of is Veda’s excitement last night. How she walked through the theater, making sure everyone was enjoying themselves, passing out popcorn to the kids, laying a kiss on my cheek every time she passed me, where I sat in the back row—watching her. Always watching. Some day, when she’s old enough to be presented to the world as mine, she’s going to be the kind of wife men never dare hope for. Stunningly sexy and intelligent with a generous soul. Hot as sin, once you get her wet. She’s incredible.

  Allison switches the graphic on her presentation and launches into another long-winded explanation of current market trends, but she breaks off when someone shouts my name outside the office. Not someone, though. It’s Veda. And she sounds distraught.

  Once again, she shouts my name through the door and it’s even more frantic sounding this time. There’s no thinking on my end, only movement. Only the need to get to her and fix what’s wrong. Urgency is alive in my gut as I push back my chair and stride to the door.

  It opens just as I get there and Veda throws herself at me through the entrance. I only have a second to take stock, noting she’s wrapped in a towel, the ties from her bikini visible at the top—and I surmise she must have been swimming.

  “Ramsey,” she sobs brokenly into my chest. “My locket. My mom’s locket. It fell off in the pool and I kept diving down but I couldn’t find it.” Her head lifts, big, wet blue eyes stabbing me square in the heart. “I didn’t want to interrupt, but I dialed number one on the phone—like you told me—and the housekeeper said it probably got sucked in by the drain. And we wouldn’t be able to get it back.”

  When her voice cracks and she begins crying anew, I become ready to do two things. Fire the fucking housekeeper and get the locket back, by any means necessary. She will have it back and it will make her stop crying. There’s no other option. In the face of the angel’s anguish, I have completely forgotten about everyone else in the room, but when Veda peeks out from behind my shoulder to observe the table, I’m forced to remember I’m in a meeting with eight employees…and my seventeen-year-old, live-in girlfriend just made an appearance.

  These are the best and the brightest, however, and their expressions have all remained mostly neutral as they take in a tear-stained Veda, although, there is definite curiosity lurking as well. Oh yes. Thankfully, they’re all paid seven figures annually and know better than to question the man who signs their checks.

  I notice Veda’s gaze snag on Allison, but I don’t stop to question it. “Take a break. I’ll be back when this is resolved,” I say to the room in general, before guiding Veda’s huddled form out onto the landing. “Which end of the pool were you swimming in?” I ask, already unfastening my cuff links, pocketing them and heading for the lowest floor, where the pool is located.

  “The deep end,” she says, her bare feet slapping on the tile steps as she tries to keep up with me on the way down. “I was diving off the edge…I must have broken the chain.”

  We reach the bottom of the stairs and enter the dimly lit pool area, the smell of chlorine replacing the ever-present scent of bubble gum she projects. I take off my dress shirt and toss it down on one of the deck chairs, followed by my pants and boxers. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Veda lift the towel still wrapped around her body, covering her mouth with the white terrycloth. “Ramsey…”

  I scan the bottom of the pool for a glimpse of gold. “Yes?”

  “You’re…hard.”

  “Yes, I know,” I answer through clenched teeth, bothered beyond measure at the lingering distress in her voice. “Did you think I could pass the night with your naked body sprawled on top of me and ever be soft again?”

  My dick proceeds to swell larger the longer she looks, all wide-eyed and dripping with pool water. I shouldn’t feel irritation with her, but God help me, I’m aroused out of my mind. But I have to finish the upstairs meeting and send my employees on their way, before I can indulge my obsession. Her sudden appearance in the meeting has already spurred curiosity, no doubt. I can’t very well work out my lust on Veda’s body while they’re still upstairs.

  Can I?

  I see her glance toward the pool with a hiccup and know she’s still scared about losing her mother’s necklace. Getting it back takes precedent over my painful state. “I’ll find it, angel.”

  “Please, Ramsey,” she murmurs. “It’s all I have left of her.”

  I’m in the heated water before she finishes speaking, my middle lanced by the acuteness of her sorrow. My fixation on making Veda happy is tangled up with raw, sexual need and as I sink lower into the water, I realize how symbolic it is, this descent to the bottom, the lack of noise. I’ve left a meeting with millions of dollars on the line to cater to my borderline violent obsession…and I don’t give a fuck if it’s healthy or right anymore. The money doesn’t make me happy. It hasn’t for a long time. None of the luxuries have any meaning when compared to a smile painted on the angel’s mouth.

  Heading directly for the drain, I see the barest flash of gold and swim harder. When I reach the white spiral, I manage to tug the necklace free of the suction just in time and kick back toward the surface. Through the blur of water, I see her standing at the edge, waiting for me, and the lights from above surround her head like a halo, sending my heart up into my throat. But nothing compares to the satisfaction of watching her face transform with relief when she sees the necklace in my hand.

  “Oh thank God. Oh my God.” She falls down on her knees at the pool’s edge as I climb out, taking the locket from me and throwing herself against my chest, straddling my hips with her smooth thighs. “I thought it was lost.”

  The towel has fallen free of her body and I finally see what she’s wearing. A white string bikini is the only thing separating us…both of us wet with pool water. Her nipples are straining against the damp, white triangles and my cock is pushing against the matching bottoms, dying to go to heaven.

  “Thank you, Ramsey,” she breathes.

  “Veda. Angel.” I press my open mouth against her neck. “If you’d lost that necklace in the ocean, I would order the goddamn thing drained to get it back.”

  Clearly awed by my statement, she sets aside the locket carefully and trails her fingers down my chest, pushing her legs wide so she can grasp my cock. I swear to Christ, I almost ejaculate right then, all over her half naked body, she holds me with such reverence. “You want me to suck on you here, Ramsey?” Her words are
so low and melodic. “Men like that…don’t they?”

  “Yes. But I’m the only man you have to worry about, Veda. Ever again.” I trap a shout in my throat when she starts to stroke me. Slow and hard. Leaning back on my hands, the sight of her sliding off my lap and kneeling between my outstretched thighs sends a spurt of precum shooting from my dick and it drips down her cleavage, soaking into the right bikini triangle. She looks almost fascinated with my erection up close, gliding a thumb over the head, licking her lips, as if she has no idea where to start. “You enjoy looking at the cock that took your virginity, angel?”

  She nods. “Yes.”

  “You’re going to give thanks to it now, aren’t you?” My groan is involuntary. “For turning you into a woman?”

  “Uh-huh.” Her eyelids flutter as she leans forward, closing her lips around the tip, cheeks hollowing as she sucks. She purrs in her throat, blonde eyebrows drawing together as if she never knew it could taste so good. Fuck, it’s so hot, watching her explore the texture, no idea that I’m fighting the urge to wrap her hair in my fists and push to the back of her throat. I’d die before using her like that—especially her first time giving head—but God, she’s got me so sexually frustrated, I don’t know my own mind anymore. Or my own body. My lower back is already tightening, my balls on the verge of exploding…and she hasn’t even gotten me halfway into her mouth yet.

  Reminding myself to be easy, I slide my fingers into Veda’s hair and grip her head. “Let’s play a little game,” I grit out. “Show me how much you can fit, angel. Every inch you can get inside your mouth, Ramsey will buy you something nice.”

  True to her age, her eyes twinkle at the idea of presents…and her lips slip halfway down my cock, her slim fingers curling around the base, giving an upward stroke every time her mouth descends. She’s looking up at me in a silent plea for approval, which is crazy, since my abdomen is shaking, growls scraping their way out of my throat. How could I be anything but euphoric when I’m being serviced by God’s finest creation and her tits have jiggled free of her bikini top?

  “You’re doing so good. So damn good. Whatever you do…just don’t stop. Don’t stop. Keep sucking.” She slides back up, releasing me with a pop, before jacking me off a couple beats, then letting her mouth travel back down my hard flesh. She’s a complete natural and she’s starting to realize it, because my cock has turned an angry shade of red, signaling my oncoming climax. Her pretty little mouth is smiling as she sinks down, down, taking even more of my flesh and I know it’s going to cost me…and I’m going to love every second of spoiling Veda.

  Look at her. She deserves it. She deserves everything.

  “Fuuuuuck. I’m coming. You’ve ruined me with your bratty mouth.” My stomach and thigh muscles contract with such intensity, I swallow a shout. “And you’re going to let me leave my need on your gorgeous face. Aren’t you, angel?”

  She pouts around my cock, her blonde eyebrows pulling together, and she shakes her head, humming a definite no in her throat.

  “Let me, Veda. Let me do it. It’ll earn you the biggest present of all.” Fuck. Fuck. Holding off is murder, but I need this so bad. Maybe the persuasion is a prize all its own. “You want a car, angel? Any car you want. Just let me come on your pretty face.”

  Pleasure lights up her expression and she nods, drilling me in the gut with victory, in addition to rampant lust. It hurts to move, but knowing the payoff will live in my fantasies forever, I push to my feet, pumping my fist up and down my cock, inches from Veda’s face, groaning as liquid heat travels up, up, the stalk of my—

  “Ramsey? Can I be of some help?” Allison steps into the pool area, her face going white as she takes in the scene of Veda down on her knees, waiting patiently for my come with an upturned face. I can’t stop, can’t stop…especially when a mischievous glint enters Veda’s eye and she opens her mouth, holding her little, pink tongue out for what’s coming.

  My roar echoes off the walls of the pool area, ropes of white landing on Veda’s face, tongue, neck, my body in a state of incredible chaos. And the whole time, Allison stands near the entrance frozen, knowing she’s already seen too much and leaving won’t make a difference. But she eventually fades out, leaving only Veda and me in the pool area.

  I wait for the embarrassment to surface, but it never does. I’m only concerned about Veda, so I lift her up into my arms, carry her to one of the deck chairs and use a towel to wipe her face.

  She nuzzles my hand, sending my heart slamming up against my ribcage. “Ramsey?”

  “Yes, angel?”

  Her fingers trace my collarbone. “Take me back to the meeting with you.”

  Chapter Nine

  I know bringing Veda into the meeting is a bad idea. Even though I trust my employees—especially the ones in this particular room—to be discreet, walking through the doorway with a towel-wrapped Veda signals a change. I’m publicly acknowledging that she’s mine. In every sense. That I have no problem letting her interfere in my professional life. My behavior will be frowned upon—behind closed doors, obviously—but ask me if I give a fuck. My girl wants to sit on my lap during the meeting, so that’s exactly what is happening. I love having her there, too, that snug bottom pressing down on my cock, which is already growing thick and desperate for her pussy. Or God, her mouth, her ass. I’m determined to have every part for myself. I will.

  She has turned to the side, her shoulder propped against my chest, head tucked beneath my chin. Everyone is attempting not to stare and failing. Even with Veda’s delicious body covered with a towel, I’ve noticed two of my male employees adjust themselves beneath the table. Everyone wants her—it’s something I have to learn to accept, consoling myself with the fact that I’d slit the jugular of anyone who actually laid a finger on her perfect skin.

  Mine.

  And I want everyone to know it.

  Before Veda, I never used my money as an excuse to play against the rules, but that standard went out the window when I bought her with a check. Now, as I sit and listen to yet another list of the drawbacks and advantages that come with the potential investment, I don’t care who knows Veda’s age. I’m her legal guardian. She’s been given to me with her father’s “blessing” and I have a team of lawyers who would bury anyone who questioned me. So the public can send as much well-concealed shock in my direction as it pleases, she’s going to be a permanent fixture in my life now and she’ll dance in and out of as many business meetings as her heart desires. They can’t take her away from me.

  Anyone who tries will pay.

  I look down at Veda and notice her attention is glued on Allison and I’m astonished to see jealousy in her expression. Trying to see my head of marketing through Veda’s eyes, I admit men might find her attractive, but I’m certainly not one of them. All I need is sitting on my lap with her fingers curled in the collar of my shirt. “I don’t like the way she looks at you,” Veda whispers.

  I massage her knee with my hand. “She just watched me have an orgasm. Whatever odd way she’s looking at me is probably warranted.”

  Veda clearly doesn’t appreciate my wry comment. “You said you would fire the women I pointed out.” She pouts in Allison’s direction and I notice for the first time that my employee is eyeing me with…speculation. Interest. “I don’t want her around you,” Veda finishes.

  I drop my mouth to Veda’s ear, so I can speak without being heard. “Angel, do you have any idea how much you’ve addicted me? I’m counting the minutes until everyone leaves so I can push your legs apart. Going to get your pink cunt all creamy with my mouth. Then I’m going to put your hair in pigtails and bounce you up and down on my cock. You think there is anyone in this room—in any fucking room—that could get me hotter than that? Than you?” She squirms in my lap and I know I’ve turned her on. She’ll be as addicted to fucking me as I am to fucking her, soon enough. “Now be a good girl and keep your thighs pressed together until we’re alone. I want that tight hole kept warm and prote
cted until I’m ready to use it.”

  After everything I’ve said, her cheeks are flushed, but she’s not reassured. Not entirely. She tosses me a stubborn look and I have the sudden premonition that trouble is ahead. My angel likes to get her way, by fair means or foul, and she also has the advantage of knowing I’m wrapped around her little finger.

  “Veda,” I warn. “We’ll sort it out later.”

  Keeping her gaze locked on Allison, Veda turns her face into my neck and licks a path up to my ear lobe. There is a distinct pause in the presentation, but it’s nothing compared to the silence that ensues when Veda shrugs off her towel, baring her bikini-clad body to the room. The silence doesn’t last long, however, because a low chorus of masculine groans fills the room at the vision Veda creates: a ripe, young blonde, too-sexy-for-her-own-good, her tits and ass barely contained within the white nylon bathing suit.

  But I see none of the white, because my vision is draped in red. My throat closes up as I lean sideways to scoop up the towel, intending to cover what belongs to me, but Veda catches my mouth with her own first. I can’t pull away because she’s succulent, her mouth like a juicy peach. The comparison forces me to remember how she looked on her knees, her lips straining around my girth…and then I’m kissing her back. I’m wild in a heartbeat, fucking her mouth in front of everyone.

  Veda is so slight that I have no problem lifting up her body and twisting her around, so her legs are draped over the arms of my chair, her pussy pressing down on my erection, warm and compact. They’re seeing too much of her, so my hands go to her ass, cupping those sweet, round cheeks with the intention to hide them. But her mouth is moving with mine in complete disregard for the rest of the world, so I knead them instead…and then she levers herself up with the use of the chair’s arms and bounces back down, freeing her tits from the white triangles.