Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 75

“I’ve changed my mind.”

Then he was pressing into me, rough and sure, and I cried out into my arm to keep from being toud. The relief was overwhelming. Our bodies met like magnets realigned. He thrust harder, one hand gripping my hip while the other slid beneath my shirt to cup my breast.

“You like this desk?” he rasped. “You going to think of me every time you sit here?”

“I already do.”

He bent low, kissing along the back of my neck, tracing the edge of the necklace he’d given me. “You’re mine, Amelia. You know that, right?”

I moaned into the wood, trembling with every deep stroke. He moved faster, chasing the edge, pushing me over it with rough praise and filthy promises. I shattered with his name in my mouth. He followed moments later, gasping against my skin.

We barely had a second to breathe before it happened.

Richard

The footsteps were unmistakable, quick, confident, careless. Jenny.

I pulled back instantly, blood roaring in my ears. “Get under the desk,” | said, already moving to straighten my shirt.

Amelia dropped instantly, silent as smoke, disappearing just as the door creaked open.

“Dad?” Jenny’s voice rang out, cheerful and casual.

I cleared my throat. “Just finishing up some donor paperwork.”

I barely got the words out before I felt her. Her hands, her mouth, that familiar heat and hunger.

She didn’t hesitate, she never did. One hand wrapped around the base of my cock and then her lips closed around me, hot and wet and merciless. My grip on the desk tightened until the wood creaked.

Jenny stepped into the room. “Still a few hours’ worth of forms left?”

I made myself nod, barely glancing at her. “Apparently.”

Amelia hollowed her cheeks. My hips jerked forward involuntarily. I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.

“Didn’t think you’d still be working,” Jenny said, flipping through a stack of folders near the printer.

I could hardly hear her. Amelia was taking me deeper, licking slow and cruel, sucking like she wanted to ruin me. I forced myself to breathe.

Forced myself to smile.

“Just tying up loose ends.”

Jenny wandered a little further into the room. “Have you seen Amelia?

I had a question about the volunteers assigned to the west district.”

I could barely form words. My brain was all fire and teeth and her mouth, that perfect, sinful mouth.

“She left about an hour ago,” I said, voice strained but steady. “Try her

Line.”

Jenny nodded. “Okay. Night.”

The door clicked shut.

I exhaled like I’d just escaped death.

“Holy-fuck,” I hissed. My hands found Amelia’s hair, gentle but shaking. “You’re going to ruin me.”She didn’t stop. She looked up at me with those wicked eyes and kept going, taking every inch until my knees buckled and I nearly collapsed into the chair behind me.

When I finally came, it was with her name on my lips and my hand knotted in her hair like a prayer. She swallowed, slow and deliberate, and then sat back on her heels, wiping the corner of her mouth with a smug little smile.

“You were saying something about being good?”

I pulled her to her feet, kissed her hard and backed her up against the desk until our bodies were flush again. My hands tangled in her hair as | breathed her in, her lips swollen from everything she’d just done to me, her eyes wild and dark with triumph.

” I don’t care about good anymore,” I growled, my voice raw, still wrecked from trying to stay composed. “I just want you. On your knees.

Later that afternoon, I had to present the weekly donor analytics to senior staff in the briefing room. I forced myself to walk in steady, notes clipped neatly in hand, but the moment I saw him already seated at the table, suit crisp and face unreadable, I nearly stumbled.

He didn’t say a word. Just sat across from me, eyes locked, elbows on the table like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t fallen apart in the bathroom barely an hour ago, still smelling like him.

The room was uncomfortably warm. Or maybe that was just me. I set the packet down in front of me and took a deep breath. My voice didn’t crack, but it was close.

“Thank you all for coming. I’ve broken down this week’s donor responses by engagement category. As you’ll see, the west district showed strong results post-broadcast, but…”

I faltered. His gaze was too steady.

“…but retention dropped significantly for first-time donors, which we suspect is tied to unconfirmed smear campaigns on social media.”Halfway through my presentation, I made the mistake of glancing at him again. His eyes weren’t just watching. They were devouring. Slow and careful. Like he could see under my skin.

My words picked up speed. “We’ll need targeted outreach to offset attrition. Targeted messaging. I’ve highlighted a few scripts we can test in districts 7 through 11.”

I knew I was rambling. I didn’t care. I had to get out of there.

By the time I finished, my cheeks were flushed, and my knuckles white from gripping the podium.

When the meeting ended, staffers stood, chatting in low murmurs. I collected my papers quickly, shoving them back into my binder with barely-contained urgency. I kept my eyes off Richard entirely.

Tasha lingered by the doorway. “Hey, Amelia.”

I turned, tried to look normal. “Yeah?”

She leaned casually against the frame, arms crossed. “You and Richard been spending a lot of time together lately?”

My pulse stuttered.

. “What?”

She smirked. “Just seems like you’re always around when he is. Must be a promotion or something.”