Holiday Loves
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“Ridiculous.”
The word comes from behind as I take my first bite of the omelet.
“I’m sorry.” My response is a whisper as I blow on the eggs. I’ve never felt so humiliated in my entire life.
“You should be.”
Footsteps follow the words she just hissed at me.
Maybe she’s leaving.
Thank God.
She stalks past me.
“Mary?”
Tom’s voice growls from behind me.
What the hell?
Mary freezes in her tracks and turns around slowly.
“Don’t speak to Rose that way. I don’t pay you to interfere in my personal business.”
Her mouth drops open, and I just want to disappear.
Mary puffs her chest out. “Yes, sir.” She turns to me. “I’m sorry.”
I don’t even know what to do. Her lips mash into a thin line, and she walks away.
I take one more bite of food and grab my purse.
“Ready?” Mr. Carver holds his hand out for me.
Is this real life?
* * *
* * *
I’ve been scrambling all morning to set up a conference call for Tom. He’s close to landing a new contract with Titan Industries.
He enters the meeting room and shuts all the blinds. It’s been two weeks since I first slept with him, and I’m not gonna lie—it’s been amazing.
“Henry, make sure no one interrupts my call.”
The door closes.
It’s just him and me.
“Everything okay?”
He stalks toward me. “Lot riding on this deal.” Tom kisses my cheek and takes a seat in front of the monitor.
“Nervous?” I move behind him and massage his shoulders.
One of his hands slides over mine and stops me. He pulls me to his side and turns so that we face each other. “Fuck, you’re sexy.” He smirks. “There’s something you can do for me.”
“Anything.”
“Distract me.” His hand slides up my skirt and grips the back of my thigh.
Sinking to my knees, I rest my hands on his legs. When he talks or moves, my body just reacts. I’ve never been so in sync with another person before. It’s like we can read each other’s minds, know exactly what the other needs.
I unzip his pants, reach in, and pull his thick cock from his slacks. My eyes widen as it rests in my palm. Fuck, it’s so big. I lick my lips and bend down to it.
His head flies back against his seat when my mouth closes around the tip. “Fucking hell. You’re ruining me. You’re all I think about.”
I swirl my tongue around his shaft, and gaze up at him. There’s nothing like watching his reactions while I make him feel good. I take him farther into my mouth, and he groans.
The phone rings, and he pushes down on my head, nearly causing me to gag.
He grunts, and then answers the call.
My eyes water, but I don’t dare stop. I use both hands to work his shaft as I bob up and down on him. The only time it leaves my mouth is when I need to catch my breath. The conversation above my head is a combination of Japanese and English. Hearing Tom speak foreign languages only turns me on more. The man oozes power and sophistication.
Unable to resist the urge, I slide a hand down and stroke my clit in small circles. I’m so wet, and my pussy aches for him.
The talking finally ceases, and Mr. Carver pushes his seat back, freeing himself from my mouth.
His nostrils flare and his eyes darken. “Get up.”
I do as he says, and he bends me over the table. My head cocks sideways, just enough to get a look at him behind me, and my cheek presses against the cool wooden desktop.
He hikes up my skirt, and his rough, calloused palm slides over my ass. “I told you.” He shakes his head. “You only come on my cock or on my face.”
Crack!
The delicious, stinging pain radiates up my spine and filters through my limbs.
Crack!
The sound of his palm on my ass echoes through the office. I let out a gasp than turns into a coo.
He grips my pussy roughly in his hand. “This cunt is mine. Only mine.”
“Oh my God.”
He spreads my ass so I’m fully bare and exposed, and then lines up his cock and slams into me.
He hisses through his teeth. “Fuck.”
* * *
“Well, well, you’re smiling more and more these days. Is it that tight-assed intern? Fuck, she’s smokin’.” KJ, the head of my legal department, showers in the stall next to me.
My jaw clenches, and a growl catches in my throat. The prick’s lucky there’s a wall separating us. I try to let it go. I need to get home to Rose, but workouts can’t be missed. I glare at the wall, knowing he’s on the other side.
“You’re fucking her, aren’t you?”
I can practically hear him smirk. My hands ball into tight fists at my side. I can’t even respond because I’ll say something shitty. If he keeps it up, he’s going to get himself in trouble, though.
“Hah! Knew it. I tried to ask her out, but she shot me down. Lucky motherfucker.”
I step out of the stall and wrap a towel around my waist. I run another over my head. Rose went out with one of her friends. I can’t monopolize all of her time, as much as I’d like to.
She needs to have a life with people her own age once in a while. We’ve grown close over the past two months, and when summer ends, I don’t know how I’ll let her go. I’ve been trying to distance myself, but I’m addicted to her body. I’m positive she feels the same way.
It wasn’t smart to start this up with Rose. But I’ll never regret that it happened.
KJ steps out of his stall.
I stare off at the other side of the locker room. We both belong to the same private health club.
“Admit it, Carver. You’re tapping that shit.”
Before I know it’s happening, I shove him against the wall, and my hand grips him by the throat. “One warning.” I hold an index finger in front of his face. “One. That’s all you get. Don’t fucking talk about her. She’s mine.”
“Easy.” He holds his hands up. “Jesus, she really has you by the balls. Damn. Never thought I’d see the day. Thought you’d die alone.”
I blink a few times as his word register, and I release him. “Just—go away. Before I get pissed.” I shake my head. I don’t need to be assaulting the head of legal.
Fuck, this girl drives me crazy.
I’m losing my mind.
KJ struts out of the locker room.
I get dressed and walk outside. Walter waits for me by the car.
As soon as we pull out into traffic, I grab my cell.
Me: What are you doing right now?
Rose: Out with Mindy and her sister. Shopping for outfits to wear to the club.
Me: What club?
Rose: Fahrenheit, I think?
I’ve heard of the place. It’s trendy and full of a bunch of young assholes looking to fuck anything that walks.
Me: I want to see what you’re wearing. Send me a picture.
Rose: You’re so bossy.
Me: Goddamn right I am.
A few minutes pass, and I grow impatient. The car comes to a stop in front of my building’s garage. The partition separating Walter and me rolls down.
“Will you be needing the car tonight, sir?”
Sometimes I keep him on standby.
The picture of Rose pops up on my phone, and my head whips over to him. “Yeah. Be ready to take me to a club called Fahrenheit. Nine-thirty.”
“Yes, sir.” The glass slides back up to the ceiling.
I head upstairs, intent on having dinner alone, and then maybe going out to find Rose at this club.
I know what kind of little assholes will be there, staring at Rose in her dress. I know exactly what’ll run through their minds—taking her home.
When I walk into my closet to find something to we
ar, I notice Rose’s things have migrated into my space. In the past, the sight of shoes and lacy underwear slung around my closet would’ve irritated the shit out of me. Not now, though. I smile at the scene in front of my eyes.
I send Walter a text to call the club and reserve a VIP room for Rose and her friends. Price doesn’t matter.
I take care of what’s mine.
* * *
It feels good to be out with the girls. I haven’t done anything this summer, other than Tom. I’m not complaining, but I’m a little scared. Summer will end soon, and I’ll leave the comfort of his apartment and return to school. I live with his daughter. It’s going to be awkward as hell.
Hannah and I emailed a couple times, but we’ve barely talked at all. In our limited communications, I found out her trip has been great. I haven’t been as talkative as I normally would be. With anyone, really. What am I supposed to say to Hannah, though? Oh hey, my summer has been amazing. By the way, I’m banging your dad. Morning, noon, and night—can’t get enough of his cock.
I’ve never even slept in the guest room, other than the first night when we passed out after he took my virginity. I’m too comfortable. It feels too much like home. I wake up with him, go to work with him, walk side-by-side with him all day long. After that, I dine with him, fuck him, and fall asleep next to him. Sometimes we go shopping or on dates. Only to wake up and do it all over again.
I’m falling too hard.
Too deep.
Too fast.
Yeah, it’s scary, and wonderful—and fuck, I’m a mess.
Part of me wishes he’d keep me forever. The other part of me knows all good things come to an end. I shouldn’t expect anything else.
There’s only one problem. I don’t know how I’m going to walk away from him.
I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. He holds my heart in his hands, and when he walks into a room, every cell in my body screams his name. Even when we’re not fucking or fooling around. When we watch a movie together, he holds my hand. He opens doors for me—anticipates every single one of my needs, before I even know I need it.
I know I’m young and have so much life ahead of me, but I’m in love with him. I’ve been dying to talk to Mindy about it all day, but I’m afraid she’ll tell Hannah. I can’t let her find out. She’d never trust me again. She may never talk to me again.
When we get to the club, and the bouncer sees my ID, he informs us the VIP room has been reserved in my name. All our drinks are paid for.
Tom.
I smile when I think about him. He’s so good to me. More than I deserve.
“Girl, who you fuckin’? Damn.” Mindy squeals as the host walks us into the VIP room. There’s a bottle of champagne waiting.
“No one. I mentioned we were coming to Mr. Carver. He just wanted to do something nice for all my hard work, I guess.”
She cants her head to the side and stares. “Mmmhmm.” She grins. “Don’t lie to me.”
The expression on my face must give me away.
“Does Hannah know you’re fucking her dad?” She pops the bottle of champagne and foam spills out the top. She pulls straight from the bottle as she stares at me.
“I didn’t mean for it—” I pause and school my features. “Promise me you won’t tell her. It just happened.”
“You mean you, like, tripped and fell on his dick?” She gives me a side eye and pours the bottle into two flutes.
“No. He sort of walked in on me when I was—”
Her mouth curls up into a mischievous smile. “When you were what?”
“I hate you.” Heat rushes into my cheeks, and I shake my head at her, trying to a hide a grin.
“I’m going to need details.” She flops down on a leather couch and crosses her legs.
I take a sip of champagne. “I was, umm, ringing the devil’s doorbell.”
Mindy nearly spits out her drink. She can’t stop laughing. “So, let me get this straight? You were getting your self-care on, and he walked in, and you then fucked him?”
I look away. “Pretty much.”
Her eyes widen. “Wow.”
I just nod. It’s all I can do, really. “Swear you won’t tell Hannah? Promise me.”
“I promise. But if you don’t tell her, and she finds out—”
“I know.” I press the flute to my lips but don’t drink. “Trust me. I know.” I let out a sigh. “Let’s go dance.”
Mindy nods, and her sister waves us on. She’s on the phone with her boyfriend. Apparently, they’re fighting because she came out tonight.
At least Tom isn’t so controlling.
He didn’t even comment on the sexy dress I’m wearing. It’s black and backless. Cuts off mid-thigh.
Mindy and I dance, having a great time, when a guy comes up behind me and practically dry humps my ass. I pull away two times, growing irritated. It’s so loud you can’t hear a damn thing, but I give him the glare that says leave me alone. Suddenly, he disappears. I shrug it off and keep dancing. Mindy finds a hot guy and starts grinding all over him.
I get hot with so many people in such an enclosed space and decide to go to the bathroom to freshen up.
I give Mindy the signal I’m going. She waves me off. It looks like she’s having a great time, so I think nothing of it.
When I step into the dark hallway, a large hand grips my elbow.
* * *
Watching Rose’s ass shake on the dance floor has my cock aching in my pants. I don’t know if I want her to know I’m here. She might think I’m spying on her. In a way, I guess I am. But really, I’m protecting what belongs to me.
When that little shit rubbed his dick up against her ass, I waited to see what her reaction would be. Like the good girl she is, she pushed him away. When the fucker didn’t get the hint, I jerked him backwards and told him it’d be wise to fuck off. No one touches my woman.
My woman.
The thought is a knife to the stomach. I’m head over heels for the first time in ten years. The only problem is she’s Hannah’s friend. I don’t know what that would do to our relationship. She should be happy for us, but who knows?
I watch Rose move through the crowd. My jaw clenches when men in the club stare at her ass. I need to stake my claim. Let these assholes know she’s not available.
As soon as she steps into the dark hallway to go to the bathroom, I grab her arm.
“Having a good time?”
“Jesus, you scared me. What are you doing here?” Her brows knit together. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s upset with me.
“When you sent me that picture, I had to see you.” I back her against the wall and run my hand up her smooth thigh.
Her eyes dart all around. “I’m here with Mindy. If she sees us—” She shakes her head.
“No one’s watching. Mindy’s busy with some guy.” I hook a finger in her panties and pull them to the side. She’s already wet. I can feel the heat.
She lets out a sweet moan.
Rose can’t deny her feelings when I pump a finger inside her and claim her mouth.
I lean next to her ear. “I want inside you. I need to feel this sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and she tries to catch her breath. “We can’t. Not here.”
“Are you telling me no?” I add a second finger and bite her bottom lip. “Your wet cunt says otherwise.”
“Where?” Her word comes out on a gasp when I curl my fingers up to the special spot I know all too well.
“Car’s out front.”
“No.” She shakes her head, but her hips buck against my fingers, taking them deeper. “I’m here with my friends. Are you doing this because you didn’t want me to come out tonight?”
I lick around the shell of her ear. “I’m doing this because I can’t get enough of you. You make me crazy. Every second I’m not with you, I’m thinking about you. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way.”
I slip my finge
rs out of her and make a show of licking her from each one of them. “Say bye to your friends.”
She nods with a smile, panting. “Meet you at the car.”
“Good girl.”
* * *
I lie to Mindy and tell her I’m not feeling well. It’s only a partial lie, because I’m lovesick. I need to stop this. Tonight’s the last time I’ll be with him. It’s too much too soon.
I’m becoming codependent. I’m so caught up in him.
And the sex—the amazing sex.
Tonight’s a reminder that I can’t continue this. Hannah comes home in two weeks.
Two weeks.
I have just enough time to end this and get my shit together. Then I won’t fall apart any time he walks in the room.
As soon as Walter opens the car door for me, Tom yanks me inside. His pants are unzipped, and his hands are up my skirt.
Tom’s so hungry for me he rips my panties in half. “Fuck, I haven’t been inside this pussy all day. I need you riding me, now.” He smacks my ass with enough force to leave a handprint as I climb on his lap.
He lines up his cock, and I sink down on it. I’m filled to the brim, and a shudder rattles through my body. My eyes roll back, and an involuntary moan escapes my lips.
Jesus, how am I going to give this up?
Tom holds my hips, guiding the pace. Before long, I forget where I am or who could be watching. My hips are a blur as I grind on his cock and bounce up and down. We fuck with a furious need, clawing at one another almost as if we know this is goodbye. His fingers find my clit, and he touches me right where I need it to send me into delirium.
He knows everything about my body. I want to keep him. I don’t want to be with anyone else, ever. Sparks fly behind my eyelids as he pushes me over the cliff, again and again. I convulse on his cock, toes curling, his hair balled up tight in my fists.
By the time we arrive at his building, I’m completely spent and on the verge of passing out on his shoulder.
He carries me up to the bedroom, and I can barely move. My body’s completely exhausted from riding him in the car.