Once dinner was finished, I served up the cake Lincoln and I had decorated together alongside some ice cream. After that, everyone’s appetites were satiated and we moved into the living room for present time.
“Can I open Billie’s first?” Lincoln asked with big, wide eyes.
“You’ve got an admirer there, Billie,” my dad remarked before elbowing her playfully.
“Oh, I’ve noticed,” she admitted with a laugh.
“Of course, you can, Linc,” I told him with a smile, ignoring the other conversation happening beside me.
“Thank you! Thank you!” Lincoln exclaimed as he ran to collect Billie’s packages. Once they were sat on the floor in front of him, he tore them open excitedly and then practically screamed when he saw the contents. “This is amazing! Thank you, Billie!” He ran up to her and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
The woman in question blushed and smiled fondly over at him. “You deserve it, Linc,” she said in a soft voice that made my heart flutter. It was impossible not to imagine her as Lincoln’s new mother like he wanted. The two of them hadn’t known each other long and yet, they clearly already had a special bond forming. It was wonderful and infuriating at the same time.
“Billie, will you help me?” Lincoln asked as he tore into his ‘My First Science Kit’ box.
“Of course,” she told him and crossed the room to begin setting up the play chemistry laboratory. The sight of the two of them working so well together pulled at my heartstrings. I tried to tear my eyes away, but it was difficult.
“She’s really something, isn’t she?” my dad remarked as he came to sit on the sofa next to me.
“She’s all right,” I said with a shrug. The lie was obvious to myself, but I hoped it would convince my father at least.
“If you say so, son,” he replied, clearly unconvinced. “But if I was in your shoes, I know I’d be a fool not to take her off the market. If you know what I mean.”
I’d just opened a can of soda and was midway through taking a sip when I almost choked at my dad’s words. I coughed and spluttered before having to put the can down. Meanwhile, my dad just laughed and clapped me on the back.
“You’ll understand me one day, son,” my father added before walking away and chuckling to himself.
17
Billie
Time passed so quickly when I was playing with Lincoln it was unreal. I hadn’t meant to stay quite as late as I had, but it was hard to drag myself away from the birthday boy. He was so precocious, funny, and inquisitive. Honestly, he was such a pleasure to spend time with that I was beginning to regret allowing myself to get so close to him. After all, I didn’t want my heart broken.
“Billie, look what I made!” Lincoln announced as he held up a model figure of Mars that he had put together from one of his kits. His eyes were sparkling with delight and he smiled happily at me. “It’s so cool!”
I smiled down at him. “It’s very cool. You’re a talented little guy, aren’t you?”
Lincoln nodded before turning back to his model and trying to piece the parts together. “Here, let me help,” I told him as I picked up the instructions. Helping him out distracted me from the guests leaving behind me. I only looked up when it was time for Quentin’s parents to leave.
“Lincoln! Come say goodbye to Nana and Papa!” Quentin called from the doorway of the apartment. When I looked over at them, I noticed that both Mr. and Mrs. Wendall were already bundled up in their coats. They were smiling over at Lincoln and myself happily.
“Okay, Daddy!” Lincoln cried back and went running over to his grandparents. I busied myself tidying up the science kits we’d been working on while Lincoln said goodbye and I offered a smile and a wave to them myself before they finally departed.
It was only then that I realized the three of us were alone. I’d stayed longer than Lincoln’s actual family members and the thought made my face flush. Before I could think about excusing myself and heading home, however, Quentin spoke up.
“I’m just going to take Linc to bed now,” he said as he tapped his child on the back. “Come on, little guy. Let’s get you tucked in.”
“Mm’kay,” Lincoln replied sleepily before the two of them headed down the corridor and out of sight.
All of a sudden, I was left alone with my thoughts. This is the worst, I said to myself. These are the kinds of situations you’re supposed to avoid, not run headfirst into. I shook my own head and sighed. It wasn’t as though I’d planned it this way, it just sort of happened.
In order to distract myself, I pushed up onto my feet from the floor and headed toward the kitchen. I collected up all the glasses and cans on my way and put them in the sink and trash can respectively. There wasn’t much mess, but I went ahead and washed the dishes while I waited for Quentin to come back.
You should just leave, a voice in my head told me. Don’t even risk it. It was a tempting idea, but I’d had such a fun time that I didn’t want to ruin it by being rude. After all, Quentin was my boss. Even if he’d been so hot and cold with me in the past, it didn’t mean I should be rude too.
Once I finished the dishes, Quentin re-emerged and quirked an eyebrow at me. “What are you doing?” he asked in a gruff voice. His arms were crossed over his chest. He couldn’t have looked more unwelcoming if he tried.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. “I just thought I’d help clean up,” I told him, feigning confidence as I dried my hands. “Don’t worry, boss man. I’ll be on my way now. I know you’re not the one who wanted me here anyway.” I gave him a pointed look before strutting past him on my way to collect my things. But I was stopped by a firm grip on my arm.
I turned my head and looked down to see Quentin’s hand holding me tight. I almost rolled my eyes. What was happening here? Did he want me or not? He was the hardest person to read. I glanced up at his face and noticed that his eyes were blown wide with arousal. He licked his lips. It was clear he wanted me.
“Are you just going to kiss me and then ignore me again?” I asked with a sigh.
“No,” he replied instantly in a deep, low growl of a voice.
All of a sudden, his big hands were pushing me back against the kitchen counter while his lips devoured mine. I gasped, surprised but excited. No matter how much I’d told myself that being with Quentin was wrong, I still couldn’t resist him.
His strong hands held my wrists against the wall while his lips pressed insistently against my mouth. His tongue slid inside and the warmth of him against me made me melt. Every instinct within me was screaming to hold on tight to this hot, powerful man and never let him go, so that’s exactly what I did.
Quentin’s hands went to my dress and his fingers tickled along my waist and down to my hips. He groaned as he grabbed at my curves and I couldn’t help but enjoy the attention. Not many people had nice things to say about my figure, but the way that Quentin touched me with desperation told me that he wasn’t one of them.
I threw my head back as his kisses trailed down my neck and toward my breasts. He tugged my dress down, exposing more of my cleavage, before sucking and biting at the tender flesh there. I couldn’t contain my moans. It was everything I wanted from him and so much more, but I was greedy. I wanted to go further.
“Bedroom?” I whispered breathily as Quentin’s hands began wandering up my thighs and under my skirt.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted before dragging me away from the counter.
Our journey through the apartment was halted as we both barely managed to keep our hands off one another. Every now and then Quentin would push me up against the wall and make out with me until I was breathless. It caused my head to spin and I was feeling dizzy but happy.
When we finally reached the bedroom door, Quentin kicked the door closed behind us and hurried me over to the bed. He shed his shirt and tie as he walked toward me and I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger on his muscular upper body. He was even better looking than I’d imagined and I felt my entire bo
dy tingle in anticipation of seeing more, of feeling more.
Quentin pushed me down until my back was flat against the bedsheets. He was frantic as he kissed me while his hands roamed downward. He pushed my dress up and dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me. He parted my legs easily before diving between them to kiss up the smooth skin of my inner thighs. Each touch closer to my most sensitive place had me moaning and arching my back, begging for him to finally soothe the ache inside me.
“Please, Quentin. Please, touch me,” I groaned.
Quentin’s movements paused for a moment before he finally let out a guttural moan and reached up to yank my panties down my legs. He threw them behind him and pushed my dress up to my waist. His fingers delicately trailed up my shivering legs before plunging into the heat of my wet pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered as my eyes fell closed.
Quentin was an expert as he pleasured me with his fingers. They circled my clit and dipped inside me, pressing all my buttons one after the other. I was sure I was about to come when finally, he ducked his head and pressed his hot tongue against me. It was the last straw. I came with a moan while my vision blurred a little. It was the most intense orgasm I’d had in a long time.
Seeming pleased by my response, Quentin looked up at me and I heard the telltale sound of a belt unbuckling. Before I had even recovered from the onslaught of his pleasure, I felt the hard tip of his cock pressing against my pulsating hole. I should have put a stop to things there. Foreplay was one thing, but going all the way would be the end of my career. I’d forever be known as the girl who fucked her boss. But I couldn’t. I was desperate for him to take me and bring me more of that intoxicating pleasure.
He didn’t tease me for long. Just a second later, Quentin pushed deep inside me with one long, hard thrust. It punched the air out of both our lungs and we collapsed together, sweating and desperate. Our mouths crashed together as our bodies moved to a rhythm as old as time. His hands snuck under my dress and feverishly touched me, groping my tits and ass like he couldn’t get enough of them.
“Yes, Billie, you feel so good,” Quentin groaned as he thrust inside me over and over again. His big, hard cock was filling me up and rubbing against all the best spots inside me. Wave after wave of pleasure was crashing over me and I could barely speak.
Stamina hadn’t been a strong point of any of my previous partners, so Quentin was a wonderful surprise. He fucked me for so long that I’d lost count of the number of times he made me come. All I remembered was how good it felt to be surrounded by him. His breathing began to quicken and his grip on my ass tightened and I knew he was close. Wanting to help him come, I leaned up and kissed him, slipping my tongue inside his mouth before moving my hips faster in time with his own.
It worked. Quentin tipped over the edge with a groan before collapsing on top of me. He rested his cheek against my breasts while his dick stayed buried inside me and I couldn’t help but enjoy the prolonged feeling. We laid there for a long time like that before finally, Quentin pulled out with a groan and rolled onto the other side of the bed. Exhausted and pleasantly satisfied, I pulled the rest of my clothes off before climbing back in the bed and succumbing to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up feeling happy and well-rested. As my eyes blinked open, I realized I wasn’t within the familiar surroundings of my home. I panicked for a moment before the memories of the night before came rushing back. I was still a little nervous about what had happened, but I tried my best to stay calm. After all, I couldn’t change anything now anyway.
I glanced over at Quentin who was still fast asleep. The sun had barely risen above the horizon. I slipped out from under the covers as quietly as I could before I began to redress. I didn’t want Lincoln to come in and see the two of us like this, not when neither of us could explain it. Besides, he was a wonderful boy and I didn’t want to see him getting confused.
With narrowed eyes, I looked around the room until I found a notepad and a pen. I quickly wrote out a note and placed it on the nightstand before looking over at Quentin one last time. He looked so peaceful and adorable as he slept. His cold demeanor was gone and replaced with one that I could grow to love. I shook off that devilish thought, but I couldn’t resist pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before I finally snuck out the door and returned home.
18
Quentin
Sunlight pierced the blinds of my bedroom window and shone over my eyes. I blinked awake feeling a little groggy and confused for a moment before a pleasant ache settled in my chest. My mind filled with thoughts of Billie. I could still smell her perfume on my bed sheets and I smiled. But when I turned over, I realized that I was alone.
It hurt to see that Billie hadn’t hung around, but I wasn’t surprised. No one else had cared much for me once they’d gotten what they wanted. That was the way it had been with all the other women in my life before her, why would she be any different?
I sighed and rubbed my weary eyes, attempting to rouse myself from the daydreams of Billie’s luscious lips and curvy body. Even thinking about it now made me groan and want more of her. I was a fool. How could I still want her after she abandoned me? Was I a glutton for punishment?
As I was busy chastising myself internally, I missed the squeak of the door frame as it pushed open and I felt a presence on the bed beside me. Excited, I glanced up to see my son had entered with a huge smile on his face.
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! It’s morning time!” he told me.
I chuckled. If anything could cheer me up on a morning like that, it was Lincoln. “I know, buddy. The sun’s up, isn’t it?”
Lincoln nodded. “Yes, so I want to play with my new toys! Please!”
“Okay, okay, go play with them then,” I ordered. “I’ll be out once I’ve had a shower and gotten dressed.”
Lincoln pouted. “But… But… Dad, I need help. It’s hard! Billie helped me, but now she’s gone!” he complained.
You don’t have to tell me, I thought. I already know. With a sigh, I rubbed a hand over my face and nodded. “Okay, I’ll be right out. Just let me get dressed, okay?”
“Woo!” Lincoln cheered before standing up on the bed and wrapping his arms tight around me. “You’re the best Daddy in the world!” he cried before planting two wet kisses on my cheek.
I laughed. “I know, I know. Now go into the living room and wait for me, okay?”
Lincoln nodded again before running out of the door where he came. Now that he was gone and I was left alone with my thoughts again, a sourness overwhelmed me. With a heavy heart, I stood up and began throwing on some old lounge pants and a baggy t-shirt to wear around the house. As I was pulling the shirt on, I caught sight of the open notepad on the nightstand opposite me.
My heart began pounding in my chest. A note? From Billie? For a long moment, I just stood there gaping at the paper. It was as though I didn’t quite believe my eyes, though it did automatically make me feel better about the whole situation. Billie hadn’t left without thinking about me. No, she’d cared enough to leave a note. That was something at least.
When I finally summoned the courage to look at what she’d written, my heart skipped a beat. ‘Call me when you wake up. I think we should talk.’ It wasn’t exactly promising, but it told me she cared about what happened. At least, enough to want to clear the air or iron things out. Whichever it was, I was looking forward to speaking to her again.
The morning passed quickly as Lincoln energetically set about playing with his new toys courtesy of Billie. He favored the science kits she’d bought him over practically everything else, even the toys I’d bought him, and it made me feel a little jealous. Eventually, however, the little boy tired himself out and decided to rest on the couch for a little while. I put Bill Nye on his tablet for him before slipping into the bedroom for some privacy.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Billie’s number. I had it saved from work, but I’d never actually needed t
o use it before. Now, it all felt entirely sordid, but I didn’t care. I wanted to speak to her and hear what she thought about everything.
With a gulp, I swallowed my anxieties and tapped the green ‘call’ button. It only rang three times before Billie picked up. “Hey, boss man,” she answered sleepily. “It’s about time you called me. Have you been sleeping all this time?”
I chuckled. “No. In case you’ve forgotten already, I have a rather boisterous five-year-old who demands a lot of attention.”
“Ahh, that’s right. I seem to recall someone of that description in your household,” she teased back.
“You, on the other hand, sound half-asleep,” I commented. “I didn’t disturb you, did I? I can call back later.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” Billie rushed to say and I could hear rustling on the other end of the phone as she moved around. “I’m okay to talk now.”
Silence followed as I struggled to know what exactly to say. My heart was telling me to ask her to move in with me while my brain told me to nip it in the bud. Yet, somehow, I couldn’t bear the thought of telling her that it was just a one time thing. I just couldn’t.
“Okay, I guess I’ll start,” Billie said after a moment. “Look, Quentin, last night was great and I like you a lot, but I’m not sure this whole thing is a good idea. I really don’t want to get a reputation for being the girl who screwed her boss, especially since I only just moved to this town. I want to make a life here and I don’t want to do anything that would mess things up.”
I nodded though a lump was beginning to form in my throat. It was for the best, I knew it, but I didn’t feel it. “I understand, Billie,” I said in a choked voice.
“Besides, it wouldn’t be any good for Linc to get attached to me in case things didn’t work out. I couldn’t do that to the little guy,” she continued.
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