“I know. And sometimes I considered it. Balancing work and parenting was a lot. But I didn’t want my daughter to be raised by other people. I wanted to do it myself and be close with her.”
“You do have that closeness,” Izzi promised me. “I know that it might not seem like it right now. But she loves you and I talked to her about trying to show it more. It’s just hard, when you’re her age you want to be seen as an adult, you’re not a little kid anymore.”
“I get it. And I’ll be patient. But I’m so glad you were here, really. Thank you. It’s good to have someone to share the load.”
“Anytime,” Izzi said. “Seriously.”
I felt warmth in my chest, a kind of warmth that I hadn’t felt in years. It reminded me of when Laura had been pregnant, and we’d been making plans together for when our baby would be born. We’d been so excited, and I’d known that no matter what happened with our child, I would have someone there to help me out, and when that person needed help, I would be there for them.
Angelica came back downstairs, and we settled on the couch, Izzi on one side, me on the other, with Angelica between us. It wasn’t long into the movie before I could see Angelica starting to nod off. She’d had a long day and between the food, the cramps and the painkillers for the cramps, I was sure she was exhausted.
I kept the movie going, although I looked over at Izzi and smiled at her. Izzi smiled back, glancing down at Angelica and nodding.
It was nice, watching the movie with Izzi while Angelica nodded off between us. Eventually she ended up with her head in my lap, and I petted her hair, trying not to cry a little bit. I loved my daughter so fucking much and it had been far too long since I’d gotten to have her curl up with me.
And aside from Angelica… just sitting here with Izzi was nice. Getting to be with her. I hated to admit how easily I was caving since it had been my goal to avoid her all this time, that nothing could happen between us, but I enjoyed her company.
Once the movie finished, I scooped Angelica up to carry her to bed. Thank God she was still small and young enough for that, at least. Soon the day would come when she’d get a growth spurt and I wouldn’t be able to pick her up anymore, and I’d have to say goodbye to another part of my daughter’s childhood.
Izzi helped by opening doors for me as I carried Angelica up the stairs and into her bedroom to tuck her in. Izzi smiled as I got Angelica all settled.
“You’re a good father,” she whispered to me as I closed the door behind us.
“I try,” I replied. I put my hand on her shoulder. “Thank you for all of your help. It’s really appreciated. I haven’t seen her so relaxed and open in months. You’re really good with her.”
“I try,” Izzi replied, echoing my words. “And I’m happy to help, always. Angelica’s a great kid and I love spending time with her. And yeah, you’re a great dad, but you can’t do it all, nobody can. It’s a lot for one person and sometimes you need help. I’m happy to be there for you when you do.”
That really warmed my heart. I was reminded again how mature Izzi was and how genuine she was. “You know, I don’t know if I’ve ever met anyone who’s as genuinely eager to do the right thing as you are.”
Izzi blushed and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Well. I just like helping out the people I care about, that’s all.”
Silence fell for a moment, awkward and yet not awkward, charged but comfortable. I didn’t know what to do with it. I realized I still had my hand on her shoulder and dropped it. “Should I call you a cab?”
“I can get one, but thank you. I’ll see you at the office?”
“See you then.”
Izzi reached out to hug me, and I probably shouldn’t have done it, but I didn’t want to hurt her again. I’d seen how my rebuff of her at the conference had hurt her. It had been written all over her face. I was trying to do the right thing by both of us, and by her father, but that didn’t mean it was easy or that I liked disappointing her.
She hugged me and I wrapped my arms around her, breathing in her scent and feeling the warmth of her soft body pressed against me. She fit so well into my arms, and even though I knew it was a horrible decision, my body craved her anyway. It craved her touch, her warmth, her kiss. I wanted to dive into her again with my mouth and fingers, with my cock.
Izzi let out a small shudder, as if she could feel my thoughts. I started to pull away, alarmed at where this was going, alarmed at my own weakness, worried I had taken things too far and ruined them. Izzi made a small noise of protest, one that sounded involuntary, and I froze.
Her body was still pressed against mine. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted her so badly, but I knew it was wrong, I knew that we shouldn’t…
Izzi turned her head, and as she did so her lips brushed against my neck. I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose—in fact I was almost positive it wasn’t—but I could feel my cock swelling in my pants, heat spreading through me.
“John…” Izzi pulled back enough so that we could look into each other’s eyes. Her lips were parted, her face flushed. I could feel her breath coming in faster, and I couldn’t pull my gaze away, even though I knew that I should.
My hold on her tightened without my permission and Izzi trembled, her eyelashes fluttering. She stared up at me as if it was taking everything in her to hold herself back. I could understand the feeling. Every tiny shift of movement between us, every sharp inhale and shaky exhale, had our bodies brushing together in a way that electrified me.
I felt like ocean and she was the moon, drawing me in over and over with her magnetic pull, forcing me dash myself up onto the rocks. I couldn’t resist her as she stared at me like that, full of hope and helpless desire, written all over her face.
I wasn’t sure which of us leaned in first. It could have been both of us. I hadn’t felt this drawn to someone, this caught in someone’s orbit, since maybe the first time I’d kissed Laura. I couldn’t control myself, all reason lost in Izzi’s darkened eyes.
Her kiss electrified me. As if I’d doubted that it would, and I needed reminding. If I’d thought the night at the hotel was just a fluke, that this was all going to feel boring and out of place now that we were back in our normal lives, that kiss showed me just how wrong I’d been.
My lips moved against hers and Izzi whimpered, pressing against me like I was a life raft, the only thing keeping her from drowning. I held onto her just as tightly, desperation starting to pump through my veins as I held onto her and kissed her thoroughly. The kiss deepened slowly and all at once, a gradual and smooth transition that felt like letting myself drown.
Izzi kissed me like she was proving to me that she knew how, like she knew she had to coax me into it. I didn’t know how to tell her that there was little coaxing she had to do, I was so fucking lost in that moment I didn’t even know which end was up. My hands slid over her curves, taking my time with them in a way I hadn’t thought to our first time, when I’d been too frantic for her.
She smelled so fucking good, tasted so fucking good already. I could remember how she’d tasted on my tongue as she’d come, and I ached to get to have that sensation in my mouth again.
I squeezed her ass and Izzi pushed up into me, grinding against my clothed erection. Fuck, I was so hard. I shivered with heat. I wanted to bury myself in her and never emerge again. This woman was driving me to madness. I’d never felt like this before, helpless, a slave to my own desire.
Her hands tugged at my shirt, another helpless whimper escaping her. “John… John…”
The way she said my name had me groaning and kissing her harder. I wanted to hear her say that even more, I wanted her to never stop, I wanted to get her to scream it. It was like my name was all that she knew, like it was both a plea and a benediction, and it was fucking addicting.
I pulled back, my head swimming. We had kissed, okay. We had made out. But that was it, that was all, Izzi should go home now and I should go to bed—or go to the shower and jack myself off thinking about her,
if I was being honest.
But as I opened my mouth to tell her so, Izzi gave me such a look of open need that I couldn’t resist her. I knew I should say goodnight, but instead I found myself pulling her in again for another kiss.
We couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. I knew that already. I couldn’t wait for her, I couldn’t wait to have her. And maybe if we kept it out of a proper bed, out of my bedroom, the crazy part of my mind whispered, this wouldn’t count.
I took Izzi’s hips in my hands and began to walk her backwards, through the living room to the kitchen. Never had I been so grateful for an open floor plan, since it meant minimal bumping into walls on our way there. I hoisted her up onto the spacious kitchen island and Izzi moaned into my mouth.
She was trembling all over and I ran my hands over her, feeling her restless, eager desire that poured out of her, matching my own. God I wanted her so badly I felt like I was going to go cross-eyed with it.
At last, I was able to pull myself away from her slick, inviting mouth and press my lips to other parts of her, kissing down her smooth neck, feeling her pulse thrumming wildly underneath her skin, her breath catching in her throat, smelling her arousal more intensely.
Izzi’s fingers scratched through my hair, against my scalp, pulling me in closer. Her legs hooked around my waist, her feet crossing over each other and locking me in. I ground against her, my cock feeling like it was going to burst right out of my damn pants with throbbing desire.
God, I could smell her. I couldn’t feel her arousal through our clothes, but I knew she was wet, and the little hitches of her hips against mine drove me fucking insane. I was going to have her right here on my damn island countertop with my daughter asleep upstairs and I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except for getting my cock inside of her and hearing her, feeling her, orgasm from my touch.
I had no fucking clue where this wild possessiveness was coming from. I was, well, I wouldn’t use the word alpha… but I was a guy who liked to be in charge and in command. But that had never translated so fiercely to the bedroom before. I wanted to brand Izzi, mark her so that everyone would automatically know what I had done to her and how good I had made her feel.
And Izzi seemed to have no problem with that. She moaned against my touch and rocked her hips up, keeping us pinned together with her legs. “John, John, please…”
My name seemed to be the only thing she could remember at the moment, and I was all for it. “Yeah, that’s it, baby.”
I couldn’t even be concerned with noise. Angelica was right upstairs but so long as Izzi didn’t outright scream…
Izzi at last began to tug at my clothes, wanting to get this show on the road. I groaned and pulled away from her sweet, soft neck, letting her help me get my clothes off. I had to stop myself from outright ripping hers apart to get to her faster. Her luscious breasts spilled out into my hands and I groaned again, diving in to lick and suck at them.
God, someday I wanted to fuck these breasts. Mark them up. They were so fucking perfect, like the rest of her, and even though she’d clean herself up and wipe away the evidence, she’d still know what I’d done, how she was mine. Mine, and nobody else’s.
Izzi clutched at me, gasping. “Oh my God, oh—oh—John please—”
A wild idea struck me. “Can you come just from this?” I teased her. I tweaked a nipple and Izzi jolted in my hands. “You’re so sensitive…”
“I—I don’t—I don’t know,” Izzi gasped out as she squirmed. “Oh my God, John—”
I continued to play with her breasts, merciless. “I think you can. In fact, I think you should.”
“Ohhhh…” Izzi moaned, her eyelids fluttering as she ground against my clothed erection while I continued to use my hands and mouth to play with her nipples. Yeah, that was it. She was so sweet when she made noises like this.
I wasn’t entirely sure it was possible, but I wanted to try, I wanted to see if she could actually orgasm just from grinding and having her breasts played with. Izzi writhed against my hands and mouth, gasping and arching, getting me hard and aching in my pants as I felt her pussy rubbing up against me. Fuck, if it wasn’t for the constriction of the fabric of my jeans, I might’ve been coming too, like I was a goddamn teenager all over again. Having Izzi desperate and at my mercy like this was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Her gasps and grinds became more desperate. “Oh, John, John, I’m gonna—oh fuck, please, I’m going to—” She moaned as she orgasmed with a shudder, her eyes going heavy-lidded and cloudy as she gave herself over to ecstasy.
The heat in me spiked. God, I couldn’t wait to fuck her.
18
Izzi
I panted helplessly, startled and overwhelmed all over again by how easily John could make me orgasm. It felt like I was a violin, and he was the player, using my body to make it sing, easily and completely in control. It was addicting.
John kissed me wildly as the pulses of my orgasm faded away. I wrapped my arms around him, delighted and drowning. I wanted to keep drowning in him. I wanted us to be connected and never let go. My orgasm, although delicious, wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to fuck me.
Thank God, John seemed to have the same idea. He practically ripped my clothes off and then undid his pants, shoving them down out of the way. My mouth watered. His cock was so thick and hard, leaking a little for me, and I wanted it inside me so badly my head spun.
It was so clandestine, so naughty, to be doing it like this. I was hyperaware of the need to keep silent because of Angelica upstairs. We were in his kitchen on the island, for crying out loud. I had never been so crazy and reckless before. It was like we were trying to make up for all the times in college I had been responsible and stayed in my dorm room doing homework instead of going out to parties.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” John whispered, like it was a terrible secret. “Fuck… what are you doing to me…”
“I could ask you the same thing,” I whispered. I had been wild for this man for years. I had never wanted any other. How was that sane? I didn’t know what spell he’d cast on me, but I did know that it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
John slid his fingers inside of me and I moaned. He clapped his free hand over my mouth, muffling my noises, which somehow made it all even hotter. I flushed all over with pleasure and heat. His fingers moved inside of me expertly, spreading me wide, getting me ready for his cock, and I felt like I was melting from the anticipation.
At last, he slid his fingers out of me. I whimpered. “John, please…”
He kissed me and spread my legs, pressing one of them down onto the counter and hooking the other over his shoulder. This was so naughty, I could hardly believe it was really happening to me. His cock slid into me, and I was reminded all over again by how big it felt when it was inside me, how I felt like I was being split wide, filled to the absolute brim.
It was rough and fast, not the same as the hotel where John had taken more time, been more careful. This was the sort of desperate sex I had always imagined having, the kind where your passion overrode you and you knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t stop yourself, not for anything. I loved it, was addicted to it, to John, I wanted more, he felt so good…
I clawed at his shoulders, his back, as he thrust into me again and again. My back was going to be sore tomorrow but it would be so worth it. I could hardly wait, could hardly believe—oh God—it all felt so good, he felt so good, the way he kissed me like he was a starving wolf and I was his prey—and I was more than happy to be devoured—
Even though I had already come once, John seemed determined to get me to orgasm again, this time around his cock. He liked it, I realized with a naughty shudder. He liked feeling me clench around him. It was so dirty, it gave me the most delicious sensation.
John stroked my clit as he thrust into me, and I didn’t even try to hold back. I came with a violent shudder around him, and John came moments later, his movements t
urning frantic. Fuck, he really, really liked feeling me orgasm around him. I was going to be thinking about that for weeks to come, I just knew it.
It was so wild, without abandon, and in the silence that followed I half-expected to wake up and realize that this was all a dream.
John pulled out of me, breathing hard, and for a moment I thought that the two of us could share something. We could go upstairs to the bedroom, take a shower together, rest for a bit—maybe have another round in his bed—even if I didn’t stay the night—
“Oh my God,” John croaked. “Fuck, I can’t believe… fuck.”
Oh no. Looked like my fantasy wouldn’t be happening. John straightened himself up and stared at me, then down at himself, as if he couldn’t believe that had just happened. “That was—fuck.”
“Wild. Raunchy.” I sent him a naughty grin. “I can’t believe you did me on your kitchen counter, John, you animal.”
My teasing didn’t help. John glared at me. “We shouldn’t have done that. I can’t believe I let that happen—what if Angelica had—oh God.”
I slid off the kitchen island and onto my feet. “John, it’s okay—”
“No.” John shook his head. “No, it’s not okay, nothing about this is okay.”
“You wanted me, I wanted you, we’re too consenting adults…”
“It’s not that simple.” John dragged his hand across his face. “Fuck. Your father would kill me if he found out—and our job relationship—you—you need to go.”
“Oh.” I grabbed some paper towels for us to clean up with. “If you’re sure… John, I really think…”
“Just… please go.” John sounded so defeated, I didn’t know how to argue with him. He didn’t want my comfort and so I wasn’t sure what else I could provide.
I wished he’d stop running hot and cold with me though. One moment he was having passionate, wild sex with me, so overcome with lust he couldn’t even get me upstairs to his bedroom, and the next he was telling me it was a mistake and I needed to get out of his house? For crying out loud…
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