by Jamie Knight
My Brother’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby
This is Book 8 in the His Secret Baby series,
which are based on theme and can be read alone
but are fun to binge-read altogether!
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Aden
Chapter Two
Camilla
Chapter Three
Aden
Chapter Four
Camilla
Chapter Five
Aden
Chapter Six
Camilla
Chapter Seven
Aden
Chapter Eight
Camilla
Chapter Nine
Aden
Chapter Ten
Camilla
Chapter Eleven
Aden
Chapter Twelve
Camilla
Chapter Thirteen
Aden
Chapter Fourteen
Camilla
Chapter Fifteen
Aden
Chapter Sixteen
Camilla
Epilogue
Camilla
Sneak Peek of My Father’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby
Chapter One
Aden
I wasn’t going back to sleep even if it was dark outside. If nothing else, my posture made it impossible. Back straight up in the lotus position—also known as “criss-cross apple sauce”— and calming music playing on my earbuds, I struggled to find my center and prepare my brain for the busy day. My breath was slow and measured, managing the blood flow, getting the best result. It was earlier than I was used to, but the meeting at the office was mandatory, and punctuality was something drilled into me during my time in the army.
Sure Thing Graphics wasn’t a big place. In fact, I could count the number of employees on one hand. But regardless of our size, our location in Las Vegas and our specialty of creating flashy graphics for casinos had brought in the money. Enough for the owner to retire early and buy a boat he intended to use to sail the world. I couldn’t really complain, my position as a premier digital artist had left me with a fat bank account and a job I loved to do.
Done with my morning routine, I got dressed and headed down to the car, squinting at the rising desert sun. Heading into work this early was not my cup of tea, but I had to do what was required of me. According to Beau, who just sold the place, the meeting was with the new owner, and it would be a good change for all of us. I had no reason to doubt him, Beau had always been like a father to my friends and me, but I had a nagging feeling in the back of my mind. My coworkers and I had been planning to buy the advertising firm ourselves. I was sure Lucky, Cooper, and Chris felt the same way. Pushing past it, I started up my new Beamer and did my best to approach the day with a sense of cautious optimism.
Up until that point, the office had maintained a fairly liberal dress-code basically requiring that one be wearing them. It was considerate, considering that suits were miserable in the hot Las Vegas weather. The leniency was something of which I took full advantage, tending towards jeans and some pretty interesting tee shirts, which only seemed fitting for a graphic design business.
It might have been a bad look for going in to meet the new boss, but I strolled through the air-conditioned corridors of the office that had employed me for the past two years in dark denim jeans and a “Question Sleep” T-shirt. It was a reference to one of my favorite cartoons and a possibly misguided attempt to show my dedication to our freshly minted overlord.
“Question sleep,” Cooper Jones said as I lowered my frame into the seat next to him at the glass conference room table.
Coop had been my best friend since high school when we bonded over a shared love of art and heavy metal music. That friendship had gotten me through my time in the army, and when I got out, Coop had petitioned Beau to give me a chance here. At the time, I was struggling with finding myself, and a desk at Sure Thing was my anchor in the storm.
“Freakin’ a,” I responded as we fist-bumped in a show our manly solidarity.
“Hey, guys.”
We both looked up to see our almighty art director Chris Stewart taking his place across from us.
“Hi, Chris!” Cooper and I replied in unison.
“Nice shirt,” Chris said with a nod in my direction.
“Thanks,” I crooned again.
To be fair, Chris’s black, silk button up with white pearl buttons was also quite nice, if you like that sort of thing. It looked too “professional” for me.
“My brother gave me this last week, you want?” Chris said, proffering a CD case in my general direction.
The “this” in question was an autographed, pre-release of the long-awaited fourth album by Universal Chaos, the famous metal band Chris’s brother Steve was one of the vocalists for. The exact number of singers tended to change, but it was never less than two. At that moment in time, Steve was one of three, brought in after their second album when they wanted to make the sound even bigger and more flamboyant.
“Yes, please!” I said, swiping it from his grasp so fast even I barely saw my hand move.
“Glad you like it,” Chris said with a genuine grin.
That was the thing about Chris. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in a bad mood. Which is doubly impressive, considering he didn’t really fit in anywhere, not even into his own family. He loved them to bits, and they seemed to feel the same, but he was kind of the default black sheep. Everyone else was involved in music in some way, including his mom and dad, who were an opera singer and a composer, respectively. Even his baby sister was a professional cellist. Poor Chris, on the other hand, was utterly tone-deaf. He had excellent managerial skills, though, and Beau had hired him right out of college.
The three of us anxiously stared around the room, waiting for the fourth member of our little group. Jinx was late. Jinx was always late, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was the question of why Jinx was late this time. Carl “Jinx” Willcox was the copywriter of our little firm. He had a way with words that no one else did. Unfortunately, he also had a way with money and booze, harmful ways. The son of a casino owner, Jinx was a gamboling addict from a young age—a problem he often dealt with by drinking excessively. Beau had given him too much rope, often forgiving his late morning and dark glasses, but I worried that the new guy wouldn’t be so lenient.
As the second hand on the wall clock ticked away, I started to reach for my phone, determined to rouse Jinx from whatever stupor he was in. Coop grabbed my hand, holding me off as the door opened, and Jinx walked in with coffees for us all. He was bright-eyed and dressed in a decent matter.
The three of us at the table took a deep breath.
When the four of us were all present and accounted for, Ryan White, our new lord and master, arose from his chair to introduce himself. I would have felt a bit better if I wasn’t four years older than the 29-year-old punk, who gave off a stern professional vibe. That was leaving aside the fact that he seemed to be trying too hard. As given away but his over-priced three-piece suit and obviously salon styled hair. Both of which put me in mind of Patrick Bateman and not in a good way.
“I know what your thinking,” White said, putting his hands on the glass table and leaning forward dramatically. He just so happened
to look at me, “who is this punk in the fancy suit with the boring name coming into our turf. Believe me, I understand. I seem to strike a lot of people as a cowboy with more money than sense.”
I was about to speak up in my own defense, but he wasn’t talking just to me. Besides, there really wasn’t anything I could say. There was a good chance that I had misjudged the kid, and I knew it.
“The fact is, I love art. I’ve never been very good at it, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Just ask my wife. I figured if I couldn’t create art, I could help those who can. Graphic design seemed the perfect combination of art and business. And don’t worry, I’m not planning to be some kind of micromanager. I’ll just be here for a couple months while things change, and at that point, I’ll appoint a manager from one of you four. Then it is back to Austin, and I’ll leave you to it.”
I sat back a bit, thinking of his speech. While being the manger could be cool, I wasn’t sure I would want that kind of responsibility. It would take away too much from the creative side, which is what I got into this for. Not that I assumed that the manager would be me. I didn’t have nearly that big of an ego. Though it seemed likely I would be considered, and even that was too much of a risk.
I was just about to say this, though in fewer words, when White stood up tall and spoke again. “I have also hired a couple of new people for admin duties.”
Two women in their late twenties entered the conference room to stand by White’s sides. I nearly cursed out loud. Next to our new boss, dressed in her business best and showing off her delicious curves, was Camilla Jones. Cooper’s little sister and a long-time unrequited love.
We were only four years apart in age, Camilla and I, but Cooper could be super protective of her. And not for nothing. He was stuck in the father role when their dad walked out. Coop was ten, and Camilla was six. But, being fatherless changed their whole lives.
Plus, I did have a bit of a reputation as a man-whore in my younger days. Something Cooper had never forgotten and continuously teased me about, despite the fact I had long ago reformed. My years in the military kicked it out of me pretty fast.
I had tried to avoid Camilla, despite how much that hurt. Cooper’s disappointment seemed like it would be much worse. And I didn’t want to unleash his legendary temper. All the times we came to blows in the past, there was never a clear winner.
Now that Camilla and I were in the same, relatively small office, we were going to be a lot closer. Physically, if not emotionally, and it was going to be hard for me to keep my interest, and my hands, to myself.
I closed my eyes and tried to get into a better headspace. Camilla and I as an item was just not possible, no matter how good she looked in that dress.
Chapter Two
Camilla
It wasn’t really nepotism. Not in the proper sense. Cooper had helped me get the job at Sure Thing Graphics, but really only by recommending me for it. For some reason, Mr. White had listened to him. Probably because Cooper had been with the design firm for so long.
Not that I was complaining. It was the closest thing to a stable job I’d had for a while. I’d spent the past few years drifting a bit, bouncing around between two or three part-time jobs. Most of them dangerous or humiliating.
My degree in philosophy was not opening a lot of doors. Not that Mill wasn’t fascinating, or that Camus didn’t have some really good and useful things to say about how the world actually worked, but there was nothing about how to cope with having to live in it.
I won’t lie, it was nice to only need to have one job in a fancy, safe office. I could have done without the uncomfortable office clothes — not that I would have rather gone naked — but it turned out that had been an assumption on my part. Most of the people in the conference room were dressed in a casual manner, including the old owner Beau Davis. I made a mental note to wear jeans the next day. I wanted to fit in.
Trying not to fidget, I stood before my brother and the Sure Thing crew. Looking professional was the only way they were going to take me seriously, but it was hard. My eyes kept wandering to the white letters on Aden’s black T-shirt. The fabric was tight, pulled over his very, very defined pecs. If I stared hard, I could see the indentation of his nipples.
Unbidden, my eyes drifted lower. My brother’s best friend was sitting back from the table, one foot on the knee of the other leg. The position he was in let me see the way the cotton T clung to his rounded six-pack abs down to the bump that signaled the button on his dark jeans. Lower, if I turned my head a bit, I could almost catch a satisfying glimpse of the large bulge that rested between his long legs. The former soldier’s body had always driven me crazy. It was the stuff of fantasy—a fantasy I was determined to touch even though I was a virgin.
I knew Aden was some kind of hotshot at the company, and I could understand why. I had seen some of his artwork. It was stunning and unique. Very much him. Now I had a chance to really show him my great appreciation. He was kind of a captive audience considering that we would be working closely together several hours a day. An idea that I loved.
I stood in silence, waiting for Mr. White to finish, all the seats in the room already taken. Marla and I were flanking Ryan like his hot bodyguards. To be fair, I couldn’t be sure if he had intentionally planned it that way. He was clever but not evil.
Ryan gave his blessing, and all the assembled congregation went about their work.
The office was a pretty open concept, the movable walls of the cubicles the only thing resembling structures. It just so happened that my new desk was across from Aden’s cubicle, giving me a clear view through the door. I could hardly believe my luck, life rarely being so perfect.
Seizing the first opportunity I had, I strolled around the office, making it look to all the world like I was hard at work — a skill I had learned while still at college. Making up the best cup of coffee in my life, I wafted over to Aden’s cubicle, trying my hardest to look casual.
“Hey,” I said, doing my best to sound sexy and breathless.
“Hi,” he said curtly, not looking up from his drafting table.
“I thought you might like some coffee.”
“Thanks, putting it on the desk,” he said, eyes glued to the image appearing on the screen in front of him.
I put the cup on the glass and metal desk, close enough to be reached but not close enough to pose a hazard to Aden’s equipment. Making sure to press my breasts up against his shoulder as I did so, I pretended to look at what he was working on. Peeking down at his lap, I could actually see him getting hard. For all his attempted disinterest, I knew Aden was into me.
Unable to contain myself, I slid my hand seductively onto his thigh and softly squeezed his hard cock, which was straining against its denim prison for release and relief.
“Don’t,” he said, grabbing my wrist, though not hard.
Aden sounded firm and even a bit angry, but I could see lust in his bright eyes. He was hungry. Hankering for a piece of me, which I would be more than happy to give him if he would only give me a chance.
“I’m going to seduce you, struggle how you may,” I whispered into his ear.
He pulled back, looking shocked.
I sashayed slowly away to go and speak to Jinx in the next cubicle. Making sure to give Aden a good view of my sweet ass, which looked even better in the snug dress I was wearing.
I could almost hear him drooling.
Aden wasn’t the only one responding in a physical way. My tight pussy was wet since I touched him. My mind continued to go back to the warm, stiff feeling of his cock under my palm. I had never felt one before. All I wanted to do was get my hands, and other body parts, on it again.
I watched the clock waiting for my break, nearly running to the bathroom when the appointed time arrived.
One of the more forward-thinking companies, the designers of the Sure Thing building decided to make all of the bathrooms single occupancy. Doubling the number on every floor from four to eight. Allowing
anyone to use the bathroom in privacy and safety.
It also allowed me to strip completely naked from the waist down to relieve the pressure on my pussy. I touched it lightly to see what was going on. Still wet and sensitive, my clit at full attention, I was going to have to be gentle if I was going to do what clearly needed to be done.
It wasn’t that hard to imagine. I had seen Aden naked before — accidentally, of course… At least the first couple of times. The image of his large, thick cock was burned into my mind. All I had to do was close my eyes, and I could see it as clearly as if it was right in front of me.
As I massaged the outside of my pussy lips, I imagined turning him around in his damn office chair and making him face me. Sinking down onto my knees, the carpet a bit rough on my bare legs, I would stroke Aden’s hard-on through his pants, making him moan with pleasure. Then, right there in the office, I would have undone his pants and liberated his thick cock and balls.
Focusing my attention first on the latter, I would suck and swirl my tongue around one at a time. Each of his balls being a literal mouthful. All the while rubbing the shaft to keep up the sensation.
Slipping two fingers into my tender pussy, I imagined sliding my mouth down the length of his sweet, throbbing cock, getting it almost all the way down before having to stop. Pulling back just a bit, his cock still deep in my mouth, I sucked him hard, taking care to swirl my tongue around the salty head. Each of my movements making my brother’s best friend moan with pleasure.
Keeping a tight hold of the base of his dick, I slipped off my panties with my free hand and climbed up on top of him. Easing myself down on to his cock, I got almost all the way to his muscular thighs, ensuring that my innocence was his. My pussy gripped onto his shaft, not wanting to let go.
Pounding both fingers inside me, I imagined wrapping my arms around Aden’s strong neck. I would look into his bright green eyes as I rode him until we both came, and he had fully taken me, filling me with his seed.