She slowly spreads her legs wide open just as she whispers, "Have I made you mad, Uncle Slater?"
Fuck yes.
In mere moments, I'm on the couch while Scarlett is bent over my lap, naked from the waist down, and the pale cheeks of her lovely bum trembling in a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Where the hell are your panties?" I growl.
"I was in such a hurry to get to work, I forgot all about it—-"
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
It's one thing for her not to wear a bra to work, but now she's also doing away with her fucking panties?
Her gaze lifts to mine. "Did I make you mad again, Uncle Slater?"
She's clearly asking for it, and this time I can no longer control myself—-
SLAP!
She cries out, and my dick swells up in an instant.
SLAP!
I've used a lot more force this time, but it only makes her body shudder and moan.
"Oh God, Uncle Slater..."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I spank her ass again and again, but even as her flesh turns a bright shade of pink, I can also feel her nipples poking against my thighs, and so I know...
I know this mix of pain and pleasure is making both of us horny.
I know this is all foreplay.
I know it's only a matter of time before she starts to do what she always does—-
"Oh God, Slater, please fuck me! Now!"
—-and that's to beg for me to fuck her.
"Slater, please!"
I yank her roughly off my lap, and I hear her sob out my name even as she's already positioning herself on the couch. She's already on her fours as I unzip myself, and I feel her whole body shudder anew as I grab her waist from behind—-
"Slater..."
I start pounding into her.
"Oh God, Slater, I love you."
The words make me fuck her harder and faster.
"I love you, I love you."
A part of me wants to fucking believe it's true, but there's the other part of me that thinks this is still just a game to her.
"Slater, please..."
When I slam back into her for the last time, I reach for her tits to squeeze them hard, and barely a moment later, she's crying out as she cums—-
"I love you..."
And now it's my turn.
"I love you, Slater, I love you, oh God."
My eyes squeeze shut as I shoot my load inside of her.
I want to believe her, dammit.
And I almost do, except...
Fuck.
My phone starts to ring just as I'm carefully pulling out of Scarlett, who's already half-asleep and unable to keep her eyes open. I gently lay her down on the couch before pulling my phone out, and that's when I see her uncle's name on the screen.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Nic speaks the moment I answer his call.
"I'm outside your fucking office," my friend snarls, "and I know who's in there with you."
"Nic—-"
"I asked you to keep her by your side, not under her, you asshole! You're old enough to be her father—-"
"Do you think I don't know that?" I growl.
"I think you've made yourself forget it," Nic snaps, "considering what's been happening."
I angrily rake my hand through my hair. "I didn't want anything of this to happen—-"
"But you couldn't help it?" my friend asks sarcastically.
"She—-"
"Don't even think of making this seem like it's my niece's fault," Nicolaas roars. "She's eighteen. You're thirty-three. Who do you think should know better? And whatever she might've said or made you believe...let me fucking repeat it one last time: she's eighteen. She doesn't know better. So if you want my advice - leave her now. Leave my niece alone - before she wakes up to the truth and dumps you."
Nicolaas' words continue to ring in my ears even though much time has already passed since his call.
He's right, dammit.
What the hell was I thinking?
Scarlett's eighteen.
Young enough to be my niece. Or even my fucking daughter if I had been an idiot enough to knock a girl up in high school.
I'm the one who should've known better, but instead...
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I need to get rid of her, fast.
It's the best thing to do for both of us.
Scarlett
I wake up to an empty office, but the fact doesn't bother me at all. It's only when I dress myself and step out of the office, and I see the way everyone is avoiding my gaze—-
That's when I know something is clearly wrong, and I find myself fumbling for my phone as I make a call.
"Are you okay?"
My heart nearly stops beating when I hear the worry in Mary's voice.
"Uncle Nic knows...doesn't he?"
"I'm sorry," the other woman says shakily. "Someone else must have tipped him off. He stormed out of the office in a rage, and not even Stone was able to keep him from leaving."
My heart drops to my stomach at Mary's words.
Here.
Uncle Nic came here, and now Slater's gone—-
"I have to go," I hear myself say.