Daddy In Charge_A Billionaire Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “I thought this was working perfectly well, Brandon. I was fine…you didn’t need to enquire about my well-being,” she said and he took a few steps towards her. When Jo stepped back, he stopped.

  “I’m sorry. I know I’ve barged in on your life here, but I wanted to talk to you,” he said and she shook her head some more. Her nostrils were flared and he noticed how the tops of her cheeks were turning red.

  “You don’t need to talk to me, Brandon. We don’t talk! That’s not something we should be doing. You’re married to my mother, or have you forgotten that already? Is that the man you are?” she was spitting her words out at him and this was the first time that Brandon was seeing her lose her temper like this.

  He clenched his jaws and stuck his hands deep into the pockets of his pants. She was right. She was right about everything, but the last month had been painful for him. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

  “No, that is not the kind of man I want to be, Jo,” he began to say and she had interrupted him. Jo took a few determined steps towards him, glaring up at him so that she could meet his eye.

  “Then what are you doing here? We decided to part ways. We decided to keep out of each other’s lives. This is not you keeping out of my life! You’ve come here to my work place. You sat and had a chat with my boss!” Jolie’s hands had come away from her breasts and now she was rubbing one hand over her face in exasperation. Brandon wanted to reach for her and pull her into his arms. He wanted her to stop feeling the way she was, even though he knew that he was the one at fault. He was the one who had caused her to feel this way to begin with.

  “I know. I know all that and I’m sorry”

  “You keep saying that. That you’re sorry. Well, sorry doesn’t cut it. That doesn’t help me one bit, does it?” she snapped and now Jo’s shoulders were heaving.

  Brandon shook his head and pursed his lips together.

  “No, you’re right. I shouldn’t make empty apologies. I shouldn’t have come here and disrupted your life. I should go,” he said and took a step back.

  Jo was glaring at him now, her shoulders still heaving with anger. When he looked closely, he could see that her whole body was shaking.

  “Yes, you should,” she said, in a quieter voice now.

  “Okay, then I will,” he said but didn’t make a move. Their gazes were locked. He was searching her eyes and she was searching his. Brandon needed some sign, something from her that would tell him that nothing had changed between them. That it wasn’t too late already.

  “I promise I’ll leave you alone now. This was a mistake,” he said and Jo just stared back at him. The fire in her eyes had dimmed, and now the blue looked calmer. She parted her lips to speak and Brandon felt like he was holding his breath.

  “Yes, you should go, Brandon,” she said and he felt his stomach drop.

  “Goodbye, Jo”

  “Goodbye, Brandon,” she said and just when he was about to turn and place a hand on the doorknob, she threw herself at him.

  He caught her in his arms and she pressed her lips to his. They were kissing wildly, her hands were framing his face and he was lifting her up by her waist. His tongue pushed into her mouth, desperate for a taste and she kept her mouth wide open, welcoming her in. Brandon felt like his mind was finally released, like he could finally think. His hands roamed her back, feeling the shape of her bra underneath her blouse. She was bunching up his shirt to pull him closer to herself.

  This was exactly what he wanted. This was exactly what he had come for, but was this what she wanted too? Was she going to regret it again?

  Chapter 23

  Brandon held her tight and Jolie could feel herself losing control. His tongue was inside her mouth, his hands were all over her body and she couldn’t wait for him to touch her breasts.

  “Jo…” he breathed her name when their lips parted and she shook her head, panting for breath.

  “Just do it, Brandon, just take me,” she said, in a weak whimpering voice. She had already given up hope of resisting him. Seeing him again, hearing him speak…everything had made her weak. She didn’t care how she felt after he was gone. She didn’t care anymore that she was already carrying his child, she would deal with all those feelings afterwards. For now, all she cared about was how he was going to make her feel now.

  She hadn’t realized how desperate she was for him.

  Brandon was already taking his tie off. He started unbuttoning his shirt and when he flipped it open, she threw herself at him again. Her fingers tangled in the tuft of hair on his chest, she traced the lines of his tattoo and he grabbed her hand.

  Jolie looked up at his face, his eyes were heavy and he lowered his lips to hers again. This kiss was shorter, but softer, and Jolie could feel her whole body tumbling. She was falling in love with him, maybe she was already in love with him. She moaned in his mouth as he kissed her.

  Brandon’s hands found the tie that was holding her hair together. He undid it and her hair came tumbling down. He caught it in one hand and brought it to his nose to smell it.

  “I’ve missed the smell of you,” he said, taking in a deep breath and pressing his eyes close. She had missed the smell of him too. A masculine woody scent that she was now surrounded by. Just the scent of him alone was capable of making her feel safe. She sunk herself further into his arms and his hands reached for her blouse.

  He rolled it up and she stretched her arms up to help him. Her breasts bounced a little when he flicked it off her and then her breasts were in his hands. He squeezed and caressed, urging them out of the tops of her bra.

  Then slowly, with the help of his thumb and forefinger, he coaxed her left nipple out of her bra and then pulled it into his mouth. Jolie moaned, throwing her head back with pleasure as he sucked on her nipple.

  She could feel the wetness growing between her legs, at an alarming rate. It was making her panties wet, her slacks wet too. She pushed herself further to him, stroking her core against his. He was hard and erect in his pants and she couldn’t wait to see that cock again.

  Brandon sucked on one breast and then the other, while Jolie wedged her hand between them and cupped his cock.

  Brandon smacked his lips away from her nipple at that, glaring deep into her eyes. His cock moved in her hand as she began stroking it and he held her tightly. She could see his jaw beginning to slack, his eyes becoming glazed over. His cock was throbbing, hot through his pants and growing by the second.

  “You’re going to make me crazy,” he grumbled, in a low guttural growl and he gritted his teeth as he jerked her closer to him. She smiled, enjoying the power of her hands and he started undoing her slacks. They fell to the floor and he roughly found her pussy.

  Jolie’s panties were already wet and he pushed them aside, so that his fingers could slide into her folds. She gasped, and began stroking his cock harder. Brandon flared his nostrils as he thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy, reaching her deep inside.

  She moaned and bit down on her lip, feeling the tension rising in her belly. That thumb again! He used it to tease her clit and it throbbed and grew in his hand, ready for his cock.

  “Brandon…please take me,” she pleaded him and he increased the speed of his thrusting. Two fingers, then three slid in and out of her and Jolie could feel her whole body quivering. He was pushing her to the edge, he was going to make her cum.

  “Cum for me, baby. I want to see you cum,” he growled, pulling her face to his ear and Jolie couldn’t hold back. She orgasmed with a muffled groan as she pressed her face to his chest and came. His fingers plowed in and out of her, until all her juices had flowed out of her and were now dripping down the insides of her thighs.

  Then he slid his fingers out of her and stepped back, bringing them to his mouth.

  Jolie still hadn’t recovered her breath, as she watched him lick his fingers. They were glistening with her juices and he licked them like ice cream. He pressed his eyes close, like he was delighting in the flavor, an
d when he was done, he smiled at her.

  “There is nothing in the world more delicious than your pussy, my darling,” he said and then started unbuckling his pants.

  Jolie was still breathing hard. Her limbs were weak, her mind was raging with anticipation. Even though she had just had an orgasm, she wanted more. This time she wanted his cock inside her and she could tell that he wanted the same.

  “Now it’s my turn,” he said, as she started sliding her panties down her legs, and then undid her bra.

  Brandon slipped down his briefs and his erect throbbing cock hung between his robust thighs. He was smiling at her and she bit down on her lower lip and smiled back at him too.

  ***

  Brandon led her towards her chair behind her desk. Her hand was in his, and they were both naked. Behind her was a glass wall with Manhattan’s skyline, the sky had gotten dark, a purplish hue had taken over the horizon. Jolie’s eyes sparkled as she watched Brandon sit down on the chair.

  “Come here,” he said in a low deep voice and with his hand, he guided her to sit on his lap.

  She threw her leg over him and sat down, both her legs dangling on either side of him now. Her pussy pressed against his muscular thighs and she felt the knots in her belly tightening again.

  He was looking at her, studying her face and Jolie felt even more naked than she already was…if that was even possible. He reached for her face, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.

  “I don’t know what it is about you, woman, but I can’t make one right decision around you,” he said in a low hoarse voice. Even though it wasn’t much of a compliment, Jolie found herself smiling. He was admitting defeat. He was admitting the truth…that they were both helpless in each other’s presence.

  She rocked herself on his legs, looking into the eyes of the man whose child she was carrying. How could she ever look past the fact that her stepfather had gotten her pregnant? How would the world understand that? How would her child?

  It would have to be a secret that she took to the grave with her. It would have to remain a secret from him too.

  “Jo, what are you thinking?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts and she licked her lips nervously. Her nipples were still sensitive, still aching, and their bodies so close together was making it difficult for her to think straight.

  “Nothing…just that I’m so happy now, but this is so wrong,” she managed to say. Her words nearly choked in her throat and he reached for her face again, and drew away some of the strands of her hair away from her eyes.

  “I know how you’re feeling right now, because I’m feeling the same way,” he said and he drew her closer to himself. His cock was still hard and it was now digging into her thighs as she sat on his lap.

  Jolie felt a wave of desire for him and she threw her arms around his neck. She weaved her fingers into his thick dark hair and stared into his eyes.

  “Make me feel good, Brandon,” she whispered the words and he cupped her right breast and squeezed. His thumb teased her nipple again and she pressed her eyes close. She was rocking on his lap, moving her hips in a rhythm. Just that motion, of feeling his thighs rub against her pussy was enough to lull her into a daze.

  With one hand he teased her breasts and with the other, he stroked his cock to prepare it for what was to come.

  Then he lifted her up gently, just enough to hover her body over his cock and then using the strength of his arms, he positioned her back down.

  In one swift motion, his cock had pushed through her folds and inch by inch, he settled her back down on his lap. Jolie moaned as she sensed his cock sliding into her pussy and Brandon grunted. He was deep inside her, deeper than he had ever been before and she couldn’t stop moving. She wanted all of him, more of him and she started rocking again.

  Brandon held on to her breasts as she bounced on his lap. Her breasts shook and he squeezed her nipples. They were staring into each other’s eyes and she could feel herself falling deeper and deeper for him. To the point of no return. Fighting this feeling was useless, there was no choice but to give herself up to him. The father of her child…

  Jolie moaned and moved her body, stretching her torso, riding his cock. He jerked as he thrust into her, his cock reaching deep…sliding in and pulling out. He was stroking that spot inside her with his cock, over and over again till she knew that she had reached the edge.

  Jolie glared at him, her mouth hanging open as she tried to rub away thoughts of a life with him. She didn’t have the freedom to imagine those things. She couldn’t just have him whenever she wanted to, she couldn’t even dream of waking up by his side every day. Instead, she would have to settle for what she had now. These stolen moments.

  Brandon’s face became darker as he came rushing towards his orgasm. His grip on her breasts became harder and her nipples ached from the force. Her body shuddered and Brandon groaned loudly as he shot into her. She felt his cum oozing inside her again, deep inside her hot core where he had already left a part of himself.

  Jolie released herself too, coming for a second time. She bounced and rode his cock, pleasuring himself on him until she had to bite down on her lip to stop from screaming. Brandon weaved his fingers into her tousled red hair as they came together. They were laughing, thrilling at the pleasure of their feelings…until that feeling began to ebb away and a sudden darkness descended on Jolie.

  She felt like she was carrying a heavy weight on her shoulders now, as her orgasm began to settle.

  They were both covered in sweat, breathing hard…the sound of their freeing laughter seemed like a distant memory to her. Brandon’s face had changed too. The reality of their lives had struck their faces like a slap. It was time to return to the real world, where it was more than just about their bodies.

  Brandon slipped his cock out of her pussy and she moved her body, beginning to get off his lap.

  “Jo, please stay here a while. In my arms,” he said and she felt tears fill up her eyes.

  Chapter 24

  Jo had her head resting on Brandon’s chest and he had lost track of how long they had been like that. His arms were around her petite body and he held her close. When she moved in his arms, he knew that too much time had passed, and their moment was over.

  She smiled weakly at him, before getting off his lap and he watched her…her glorious naked body, as she walked over to pick her clothes off the floor.

  “I know you don’t want me to apologize, but, once again, I feel like I should,” he said and she looked over her shoulder as she pulled her panties up her legs. Jo was smiling.

  “I don’t want you to apologize, because this isn’t just your fault. I am as much to blame in this as you are,” she said to him and he watched her in silence as she put on her bra.

  “All right, then we’re both sorry,” he said and she turned to him as she began pulling up her slacks. Brandon stood up from the chair and walked towards where his clothes were lying in a pile on the floor.

  “It’s kind of hard to feel apologetic right now, right after I’ve had two orgasms,” she said and he noticed the laugh in her voice. He smiled when their eyes met, and for a moment, he wondered if there was still some hope for them.

  “But you’ll feel sorry later, won’t you?” he asked as he zipped up his pants and Jo nodded her head.

  “Yes, I will. I’ll feel terrible…because you’re a married man, and you’re married to my mother,” she said, smoothing down the top of her hair. Brandon was buttoning his shirt as he looked at her. She had slipped her blouse back on, but he still couldn’t stop imagining her naked.

  “Jo, there are some things I need to tell you about myself,” he said and she narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head.

  “You don’t need to explain yourself to me, Brandon. You’ve told me before. You want to give your marriage a chance, you want children…and you’re attracted to me. I get it and I’ll deal with it. We just have to try a little harder to keep away from each other,” she said and walked
around her desk and sat down on her chair.

  Brandon was tying his tie but he stopped midway, letting it lie loose around his neck.

  “Yes, those things are all true…were true…” he said and he saw Jo’s eyebrows furrow. She was confused and rightly so.

  “What are you talking about?” she asked and Brandon took in a deep breath and came forward towards her desk.

  “I’m talking about how foolish I’ve been. I married Alice on a whim, when I was feeling lonely and I thought I knew what I wanted,” he said and Jo shook her head. Her eyes had widened and she looked like she didn’t believe a word he was saying.

  “What are you trying to say, Brandon?” she asked and he clenched his jaw.

  “I was working towards a goal…to have children, to leave my business to my heirs. And I believed that any woman, would be able to help me accomplish that goal. That is why I married your mother,” he said and Jo stood up from her chair with force.

  Her face had darkened, and the laughter in her voice had disappeared too.

  “So, you’re saying that you’ve changed your mind about my mother?” she asked him, with a sizzle in her voice. Brandon said nothing, he wasn’t sure how he was going to proceed with what he was about to say next.

  “How can I trust you? How can anyone trust you? You’re changing your mind on a whim again!” she hollered at him and he nodded his head.

  “Yes, I understand that’s how you feel, but I was desperate to find partnership and companionship four months ago. I thought that Alice was an appropriate partner. I didn’t pay attention to what was good for me. To what would make me truly happy,” he continued and Jo was breathing hard. She looked about her office, as though searching for something to focus her energy on. Anything but him.

  “I don’t know what you’re saying, Brandon. I don’t know what to believe. You’re married to my mother! Are you talking about an affair? Do you want me to be your mistress?” she said and Brandon thrust his hands into the pockets of his pants. He didn’t want her to feel this way…the last thing he wanted was to hurt Jo. This was exactly the kind of conversation he wanted to avoid having when he came here.