by Amy Brent
“This is why I want to move out. So, you can live your life and not have to feel like we’re sneaking around all the time. You’re a grown man; I’m a grown woman. I’m in love and like it or not, Daniel and I are going to be married. Maybe not today or next week, but soon. You’ll have to get used to it.”
“You’re my daughter, and he’s an old man.” I glared across at Gemma who was standing there in her wrinkled dress stepping into her panties. “I don’t want to fight.”
“I’m not fighting, Daddy. I wish you would find a nice woman, someone you feel comfortable with that I’ll like meeting and want to hang out with.”
If that were true, then I had just the girl.
She let out a long groan. “I’ll be there in twenty. Hurry up and hide your girlfriend.” She slammed the phone down, and I turned to Gemma.
What had I done?
I stepped closer, trying hard to refrain from pulling her into my arms and kissing her, but it had to end. “Lila is on her way.”
She gave me a sly grin. “Great, so we can all have breakfast together.” She giggled.
I was not amused. “Not funny, Gemma. You just blew me with Lila on the phone! Her call has only made me see this is a huge mistake. We can’t do this. I don’t want to sneak around Lila, and you’re her best friend. How are you going to look her in the eye knowing we’re doing this?”
“The same way I looked her in the eyes all of this time knowing that I was in love with you and that I wanted to give myself to you.” She stepped forward a
nd kissed me and then gathered her bag. “She’s my best friend, and I love her. I’d never want to hurt her, Whitt. But you deserve to be happy, and I know you want me. Why fight it now?”
“It’s not right, Gemma. I think we need to stop while we can. You’ve gotten your fantasy, now let’s let it go.” I was torn inside knowing I didn’t mean a word of it, but that it was for the best. Lila’s voice had brought me to my senses, cleared the fog of lust that had led me to act on my dark fantasies.
“You don’t mean it, and if you think I’ve gotten my fantasy, you’re wrong. I have so much more I want with you.”
“It’s not going to happen. I can’t have more with you. You knew that going into this. It was all about a fantasy for both of us, but we can’t ever be a couple, Gemma. It’s not realistic.”
“So, we’ll just fuck then. You can’t tell me that you didn’t like it.” She stepped closer, stroking my cheek as she cupped my face. “I felt the way you liked it. You were so tender with me and thorough. You know it was hot. You know you’ll want it again, and I’ll be right there for the taking.”
She was right. She’d be at the office daily to taunt me. She’d be a permanent temptation, but one I’d resist, I had to. My only option would be to let her go, and deep down there was no way I’d ever do that.
Lila wouldn’t want her fired and would be torn up if I did that to Gemma. She had me by the balls.
“I’ll see you later, lover.” She planted a kiss on my cheek and gave me a wink as she walked to the door. Thankfully she was gone by the time Lila arrived.
Chapter 14
Gemma
I hadn’t expected to hear from Lila so soon, and it was an even bigger shock that she wanted me to go with her to the Strand to go shopping.
She turned in the mirror and checked out her ass in the new jeans as I sat on the bench waiting. “How do you think they look? I think my ass looks even flatter than usual.”
“You look great, but maybe go a different shade of denim. Especially if you want to wear them with that top.”
“You’re right; darker will be better, right?” She let out a long sigh. “I’m not sure what I’m doing. I’m so scatterbrained after coming home yesterday.”
She’d gotten home probably no more than ten minutes after I’d left. “What do you mean?” I hated to press the conversation, but I wanted to know what had happened between her and her father. I only hoped the conversation didn’t lead to me having to lie. The omission was bad enough.
“Daddy had a woman over. He’s so worried about me and my relationships, but he doesn’t care that his own is so trashy that he can’t even introduce me. I mean, he rushed her out of there like she was some kind of dirty secret. I’m an adult and assuming she is too; then I don’t see why adults can’t sit down and meet one another over breakfast. Besides, I feel like that’s why he’s not serious about anyone. Well, that and the fact that Samantha broke his heart. The bitch. I really hate her, and I was afraid that’s who he was with. He swears it wasn’t, but I don’t know. He’s lied to me before.”
“What do you mean, he’s lied to you?” I wanted to know if she had any secrets to tell and sure enough she did.
“Did you know he gets around at the office? There’s a woman named Mary. He dated her for like five minutes, and then there’s this new designer, Ashley. I know he was with her. He tries to deny it, but they had been at the house before, and I wasn’t there. I came home to find them walking out, both a little too out of breath if you ask me.” She shook her head, and my face reddened.
He’d had me suck him in front of Mary, and I was sure that I’d taken calls from an Ashely. I wondered how many more there were and if I was just another notch in his desk. Knowing this there was no way I was going to let him get away. He wasn’t going to push me off so he could be with someone else.
“Are you okay, Gemma?”
“Yeah, I’m just a little tired. I need to do something that will wake me up. You know what I’ve been thinking about?” She shrugged and pulled the jeans down her tanned legs and stepped out of them as I continued. “You remember how we used to spend all of our weekends by the pool?”
“Oh yeah, it’s been too long. Do you want to go back to the house and go for a dip?” She was reading my mind.
“I think it’s just what the doctor ordered; sun therapy.” I let out a sigh and threw my head back as if I were basking in it.
“I could use some vitamin D myself. Our suits are still in the bathhouse if you think you still want to wear that skimpy bikini around my father.” She made a face, and I shrugged.
“Your dad is hot, who knows, maybe he’ll check me out.” I gave her a wink, and she laughed.
“You’d be a welcome date for him, for sure. I hate all the women he’s with, so at least I’d like you.” She gave me a nudge, and we returned the clothes to the rack and headed out.
On the way, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said, but I knew it was just hypothetical and she’d never really go for it.
“Hey, let’s stop and grab some wine. Dad’s all out, and I’m sure whatever he did have, some skank has had her mouth on.” Lila headed across town to get our fix, and I waited in the car. After, we drove back toward her father’s mansion.
“Are you going to drink with me?” Lila said as she pulled out onto the interstate.
“Maybe a glass. I didn’t eat, remember.”
“Why didn’t you grab something? You’re not doing that whole not-eating thing again, are you? It’s not healthy.”
“No, It's because I had a late breakfast. I’m sure I’ll be famished once we swim.” Swimming had always worked up my appetite, and I had always loved going to the Porter kitchen to make myself a sandwich with honey ham and swiss on honey wheat. “Don’t worry, if I get hungry, I’ll go inside to make me a queen bee.”
“You always loved those sandwiches. My dad still keeps that stuff around. He hasn’t given the cook a new menu in a decade.”
“Lucky me, the queen bee sandwich lives on.” We shared a laugh, and it felt nice to be with her, though the wonder if her father was going to speak to me again, stayed at the forefront of my mind.
He couldn’t avoid me forever, and I had ways to get what I wanted. I hadn’t waited all of these years for one night.
Upon arriving, we went out to the bathhouse to change. We both stripped naked, and I slipped my bikini bottoms on. “I haven’t worn this in
like two years; I hope it still fits these tits.”
“You did fill out a bit; I wish I had.” She stepped into her bottoms, and I couldn’t help but peek at her trimmed pussy. “I also couldn’t help but notice that you waxed. Do you have a special someone?” She gave me an eye and giggled.
“No. I wish.”
“Well, I don’t believe you, but I’ll let it go.” Her laughter filled the room. “I’m still seriously jealous of your tits. You’ve always had better ones.” She stared at my breasts as she covered her own.
“It’s not a competition, Lila.” I didn’t want to tell her how much her father had appreciated them, and my nipples hardened thinking about him.
“I know, you sound like my father.” She rolled her eyes, and I knew that she was still pissed that he hadn’t let her get an enhancement surgery for her breasts when we were seventeen, and I didn’t blame him. She had been mad at us both for teaming up against her.
We went out to the pool, and I got inside, enjoying the sunshine and the cool breeze that had my nipples tight and sensitive against the fabric of my bikini top.
“Daddy should be home soon. I hope he doesn’t bring someone home with him.” Lila ducked down into the water and wet her hair.
“You don’t think he would though, right?” I knew I’d die if he did.
“I’m going to lay out a bit. Will you help me with my sunscreen?” Lila stepped out of the pool and grabbed her towel.
“Sure, I’m right behind you.” I climbed out and dried off, and Lila laid down on the lounger like we used to, and undid her bottom strings. I rubbed her down, and she sat up, letting her top hang loose, and as I turned around, she undid my bottom strings as well. As she rubbed the lotion slowly across my skin, careful to get every inch of skin, her father pulled up in the drive.
“He shouldn’t come out here,” she said letting her top hang free and I had no intention of tying mine as we lay down in the rays and soaked up the sun.
Minutes later, I looked up and saw Whitt watching through the window, so I sat up and applied more sunscreen to my front and rolled over onto my back. I let the top lay across my breasts loosely, and then my stomach growling gave me the perfect opportunity to go inside and make a sandwich.
“I think it’s time for a queen bee. Do you want something?”
“No, but I’ll go in for a minute.” We grabbed our towels, and I wrapped mine around my shoulders and dried off, as she did the same. Then as we walked inside, her phone rang.
“It’s Daniel! I’ll be back in a bit; I need to take this call.” She hurried up the back stairs to her room, and I knew she'd be a while.
I set about making my sandwich when Whitt strolled into the kitchen to get a drink. “You should put on a robe; it’s chilly in here.” He stared at my chest, and the top that I’d tied up to come inside and my nipples were poking against the fabric.
“I’m not cold. Would you like me to make you a queen bee?” I had all of the fixings scattered across the bar, and he shook his head.
“What are you and Lila up to? Not sharing any secrets, I hope.” He came to stand beside me and gave me a pointed look.
“No, we were just sunbathing. I saw you looking earlier. Did you see something you like? I stuck my chest out a bit and leaned forward on the counter sticking out my ass.
He shook his head. “I saw Lila, and that was enough to convince me I’m right about us. It needs to end.”
I knew he didn’t mean it and I was about to show him. I reached forward and cupped his erection the same way I had that night all those years ago. “I think you liked what you saw, and I think that there’s no reason for me to stop going for what I want, especially when you want it too. I can tell by this.” I gave his cock a hard tug.
He sucked in a breath and spun me around pinning me against the counter, his strong hands gripping my waist. “You’re going to keep on taunting me, aren’t you?”
“You can’t deny you want me, Whitt. Lila’s upstairs talking to that man of hers. I want a man too. Be my man, Mr. Porter.” I whispered his name, and he pushed me harder against the counter and pulled my swim bottoms aside, and soon I felt his hard erection pressing against me.
“You want to taunt, do you? I’ll show you what girls who taunt get from old men like me.” His cock sliced through me and I gasped as he buried inside me with one thrust. He beat my little pussy up, fucking me hard and fast until I was laying on the counter, my sandwich beside me and all of the things still scattered around me so close I could smell them.
He spanked my ass, and I clenched my tight channel around his cock, milking him, and I didn’t know if he’d go all the way and fill my tight hole with his seed. I wanted him to. I wanted to wear his scent the rest of the day and wondered if Lila would smell him on me.
He leaned up and pulled my hair, pulling my head back. “You like that fucking you’re getting, Gemma?” He was so rough and hard that I came apart, soaking his cock. “Yeah, you like it.”
I heard footsteps on the stairs, and I knew Lila was going to come down the stairs and across the house any minute. Whitt kept pounding his thick cock into me, and I started to panic as I saw Lila at the bottom of the stairs. She was still on the phone, and her head was down, and she stopped a minute as if she would turn back to the stairs.
“I’m going to come in you,” Whitt said, then his cock twitched, and he spilled into my channel while I was looking at Lila, who was on the phone and smiling across the room. “You hold that inside you, do you hear me?” I nodded but felt a trickle. I stood there and ate my sandwich clenching as he put his cock away and straightened my bikini bottoms. Lila was another moment and then she walked in smiling ear to ear.
“Hi, Daddy.” She walked around and stepped between us, kissing him on the cheek. “I’m going to leave a bit earlier than expected. Daniel needs me.” She gave me a smile, and her dad cleared his throat and walked away from us headed to his room.
“Make sure you pack enough clothes for the week,” he said as he took to the stairs.
“He’s so bitchy about it. He hates me staying the week.” She shook her head. “He’s not spoiling my mood. I’m going to soak up some more sun before I have to go.” She headed out, and I followed. I looked up to see Whitt staring from his bedroom window as a trickle seeped out of me, and I decided it was best I go for another swim.
Chapter 15
Whitt
Dax and I had a long conversation about Samantha during our workout, and I normally wouldn’t have liked it, but at least it was about business and not for any personal reason.
I’d had him look into her claim, and he’d found that she had indeed been trying to help me. “Who would have thought that viper would have done anything for you?” Dax spotted me as did my last set of bench presses. “She must have had some love for you after all. Didn’t you say that she claimed some sentimental bullshit?”
I kept my breathing steady until I put the bar on the rack, then I sat up and wiped my face. “Well, in all fairness, she didn’t do it for me, she did it for herself. I have a feeling she’s about to take poor Milton for a property on the Mediterranean. She didn’t want him to spend his money on my land when he could buy hers.”
“Oh, the girl was protecting her next grab. And here I thought she’d found a heart.” Dax shook his head.
“Yeah, she’s a real piece of work. If I liked Milton, I might warn him, but I think it’s best to let sleeping dogs lie. Besides, now we have work to do, so now you need to get on that purchase as soon as possible.”
“Will do.” He clapped me on the back as I stood, and then we headed to the back to hit the showers and get dressed for work.
After I’d washed all of my morning workout sweat away and doused myself with cologne, I buttoned my shirt and brushed back my hair with my hand. “I’ll meet you at work. Try to be in my office before lunch, or you’ll miss me. I’m going to see if I can pull an early day and head out.” I really didn’t have much keeping in the of
fice, and I knew being there was only going to be tempting, and I had to distance myself from Gemma.
“Will do.” Dax smiled. “It’ll be nice seeing that hot secretary you hired.”
“Watch it.” I grabbed my keys from my pocket and headed out.
I thought about what I’d done all the way to work. Gemma was dangerous for me. She was a temptation that could ruin not only my home life but my business reputation. She was a risk I knew I couldn’t take.
I walked into the office and found her with another skimpy dress, her breasts spilling out the top and her ass tight beneath the silky fabric.
“Good morning, Mr. Porter.” She got up to greet me, but as she approached, I held up my hands to gesture that she keep back.
“Gemma, I don’t have time this morning.” I watched as the disappointment dawned on her expression.
She rolled her eyes and came forward. “But you’ve had no calls, and you have no meetings.” She ignored my request for space and put her arm around my neck to kiss my cheek.
“Gemma. I meant what I said. This has to stop. You’re much too tempting, and you’re causing me to take risks that I just can’t take.” I walked away, and she followed.