College Daddy: A Single Dad Romance

by Amber Heart

  In the past thirty hours I’ve had nothing to do except think of her. And last night when she had spilled her drink all over me and then tried to dry me, if only she knew what she was actually doing. I was hard. Rock hard. Her touch was incredible and I wanted to savor the moment, but I couldn’t. I had to get away from her before she took control over me, but of course she had to follow me. With her in such close proximity, how could I resist her? Feeling her sensual touch on my lips left me in shock. I wanted more of her. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted all three courses this time. And that red dress wasn’t helping. It made her look like a Christmas present just waiting to be unwrapped and enjoyed. My imagination was running wild with how she’d look on my bed, naked, with her platinum blonde hair sprawled out on the pillow. Knowing full well that she’d cry my name when I’d take her to the pinnacle of pleasure.

  After the official first dance of Quinn and Avery, it was the Best Man's and Maid of Honor’s turn, namely it was me and Cassandra next. I advanced towards her and extended my hand. “May I?” I asked. She stared at me as if I was asking her to exchange vows with me. A wave of emotions crossed her eyes and then they went back to brown, hard and mysterious. She was masking her real self behind the hard shell and I wanted to know the real deal. She placed her hand in mine. The contact erupted the blood in my veins like a volcano and my desire for her intensified.

  I led her to the dance floor and began swaying her along to the beats of soft music. The silence hung between us like crazy, neither of us wanted to bring up the episode of last night. Her movement around me was stiff and possessed. There was no sign of that softness or desire that I had seen last night.

  “Cassandra, last night…” I begin to speak and her face shot up. “What about it, Aaron?” she asked me and I saw a flicker of accusation. Her defensive tone wasn’t something I was expecting. “I thought …” I tried once more but she was quick to cut me off again. “You thought I would be all swooning over that thing we had on the terrace?” she asked incoherently and then threw her head back and laughed. “You weren’t thinking that, were you? It was just a mere kiss, Aaron. And trust me, I am not hung up on you. I have had better,” she said with a grin and then rose on her toes and pressed a peck on my cheek. “Thank you for the dance,” she left my side and walked away.

  Fuck! How could she walk away from me like this? She has had better? My fucking ass! I wanted to strangle her and drag her to my bed and show her what exactly I was thinking. My mind was getting fogged up by the hurricane that Cassandra Levant was generating around me. She was inviting that primitive side of me which was better tucked away. I wasn’t sure how long I could handle being a nice man. And when I’d lose it, she would be the one suffering. Walking up to the bar, I ordered myself a brandy. I needed something hard to clear my mind of the little minx who was proving to be one challenging woman.

  I gulped down the third glass of the hard liquor as my eyes stayed on Cassandra, she was on the dance floor with Louis. I watched her place her arms on his shoulders and then he bent down to whisper something in her ear which made her blush. I clutched the glass tightly in my grip as anger boiled inside me. What did he say to her? Was he flirting with her? Were they going to hook up? I wanted her to be in my bed and no one else’s. Right then, she laughed at whatever he was saying to her and my cock jumped to attention, ready for action. That was it. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I have had enough of it, now I was going to claim her and this time, it won’t be just her mouth.

  “Do you mind if I cut in?” I asked, reaching next to them. It wasn’t actually a question because I wasn’t looking for an answer. I was claiming. Cassandra turned to look at me and her smile vanished. “Uh, we are still in the middle of the song,” she stuttered and I gave her a glare that said don’t even think of starting this now. “I am sure Louis can find another charming partner,” I said, cutting my gaze off from Cassandra to Louis who squirmed uncomfortably and then raised his hands in surrender. “She’s all yours, Maxfield.” He stepped back. Wise man.

  “Why are you doing this?” Cassandra asked as I snaked my arms around her and pulled her closer, not caring if my arousal hit her stomach. She damn well knows that I was up to no good and that was all her fault. “I was trying to be nice with you, Cassandra. But you obviously like to be challenged, don’t you?” I asked her with a growl as I swirled around in a quick circle and then pulled her back to my front. She gasped. “I … I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said and I pulled her against me as I swayed her towards the end of the dance floor. Her breath hitched when I deliberately pressed my lower half to her. “Yes, you know exactly what I am talking about,” I said to her in a low husky whisper and then stepped down from the floor. Taking her hand, I walked out and towards the elevator.

  “Aaron, what are you doing?” she tried to free her hand as she tried to keep up with me, her heels clinking on the marble floor. My luck, the lift was on the same floor and it was empty. I ushered her in and then pressed for my floor. “Aaron, we need…” she opened her mouth to protest but I gave her no chance to complete her sentence. Pinning her against the mirror, I claimed her lips. She said she's had better kisses than what we shared last night. I was going to make her forget every other kiss she ever had.

  She groaned and tried to fight me back but I didn’t let go of her wrists and kept her in place with my hips pressed along her as my mouth fought another battle with her lips. I tried forcing my tongue to open up her tightly sealed lips but she didn’t allow it. I tried sucking the corners. I grazed my teeth lightly on her outline and that made her gasp. I wasted no time and immediately put my tongue into action to invade her mouth completely.

  And then her fight transformed into submission. She was kissing me back. I let go of her wrists and grabbed her thigh to pull her closer and my other hand slid into her strands to keep her face steady. With a loud ping, the elevator opened on my floor. Cassandra tried to break off the kiss, but I knew if I let her go, she’d start rationalizing and run away. I didn’t want to give her that chance. I did break the kiss, but not the contact. Trailing kisses along her neck, I carried her out of the elevator with her legs wrapped around me.

  Reaching for my card, I let her stand on her feet. I expected her to be all awkward and try to run away, but instead, she began working on my tux. Impatient to have her, I unlocked the door and tugged her in. “I want you, Cassandra,” I whispered, looking into her eyes and all I found was raw sexual energy and desire. My own body was burning with hot testosterone. “I want you too, Aaron. I want you so fucking much,” she whispered back in a need filled, husky voice which alone almost made me combust. I groaned at her lust. I had never heard something so sexy. “You have me, baby,” I growled and claimed her mouth once again. I grabbed her by the hips, pulling her up, I walked towards the king sized bed. She shrugged my jacket down from my shoulders as I let her stand. And then her mouth was on the nape of my neck as she opened the first three buttons of my shirt. She struggled with rest of them but then just gripped the lapels and pulled them apart. The remaining buttons flew in all directions. “Sorry, they were taking too long,” she said as I stared at her in surprise. Holy fuck. She just made me harder than I have ever been in my life. The wildness, the hunger, the roughness, I fucking loved it.

  Her nails scraped my bare back and her tongue played with my hard chest as I helped her out of that fantastic red dress that has been driving me crazy all holiday. She had been stark naked under that dress. “Fuck, Cassandra, you are beautiful,” I admired her beauty as my eyes took her in from top to bottom. None of my fantasies had done justice to her. She was beyond the description of words. “Enough ogling. Are you just going to sit there staring at me or are we going to fuck? Or am I going to have to please myself?” she challenged me. I looked at her and grinned. “You don’t know what you just asked for.” Though the thought of her bringing herself pleasure was capable of making my balls explode in no time.

  I laid her back on t
he satin sheet and began to give my undivided attention to every inch of her delectable body, she moaned and squirmed and fisted my hair with a fierce grip when I tugged her hard as rock nipples and teased them with my experienced tongue. While my mouth worked on her erect nipples, my hands kneaded her plush breasts. “I need you, Aaron,” she begged me and arched up into my already achingly hard body. As much as I wanted to lose myself in her, I had a few other plans. Don’t blame me, it was her fault. She should have known better than to challenge me. I put all my focus on her too glorious to be real breasts that filled my palm perfectly. She was screaming and writhing, begging me to claim her. I finally let my fingers crawl down to her folds and found her dripping wet. It took me less than 30 seconds before she climaxed right on my fingers.

  “Was that better than staring?” I asked her as she got down. “You are such a bastard,” she glared at me and I chuckled. “Baby, I have just started with you,” I invaded her mouth with a long, rough kiss that earned me a scratch on the back and shoulders. She was a wild cat that I was just beginning to discover. I broke away from her mouth and traveled down her body to her navel and then further to her wet folds. “No, Aaron, don’t. Please,” she pleaded, gathering my intentions. “No one has ever done that to me. I don’t like it,” she said, as if I was going to listen. Though there was this immense feel of victory that I was the only one to do this to her.

  Her loud cry echoed the room as my tongue lapped across her labia. I increased the speed as her cries turned into moans and then she was begging me for more. I let her build and build until she was begging for release. And then I tentatively sucked her bundle of nerves and she exploded with climax after climax. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. How the hell was I missing this for all these years,” she said with a laugh and the thought of some other man doing this to her didn’t sound remotely funny to me.

  “Your body belongs to me, Cassandra.” I growled at her. I don’t know why I said that to her. It was absurd thing to say but imagining her with someone else, crying out someone else's name like she was crying mine, it made me homicidal, it made me see bloody red. “You hear me?” I asked and then stepped out of my own pants and reached to the foil packet from the bedside. Rolling the rubber onto my achingly hard and large manhood, I finally slid into her hot and wet channel and closed my eyes at the intensity. We both moaned together as I conquered her and marked my territory. She was tight and so damn hot that I was already on the edge of losing it. “This is going to be hard and fast, babe. Not sure how long I'll be able to control myself” I gritted my teeth as I looked at her. What she said next, put me off the guard. “I don’t want you to control yourself, Aaron. Let go.” There was a fog of passion in her eyes that made me forgot everything and all I remembered was her, me and the way our bodies connected in search of mutual pleasure. I let it go. My famous control vanished and I gave in to the needs and desires of my body. And I’d swear on my life and the entire world, Cassandra Levant was the woman I wanted in my bed forever. She ruined me for every other girl. I was circumscribed by her.

  *

  I woke up with the delicious memories of last night, a wide satisfied smile crept to my lips as I thought of it. I had only one word to describe the experience; incredible. And I want a repeat, followed by more of it. I wanted more of Cassandra. I never spent the whole night with anyone. Once we'd finished, I asked them to leave, even with Jasmine and Elsa. It was very rare when I let them sleepover. But with Cassandra in my arms all night, it felt like the most natural thing and nothing about it appeared alien. We had been insatiable last night and now I was craving her again. I reached out for her but the other side of the bed was empty and cold. Opening my eyes with a jolt, I sat straight. There was no sign of her. I got out of bed and looked around. “Cassandra?” I knocked the bathroom door and called. No answer. Her clothes from last night were gone.

  How could she leave without waking me up? Not after what we shared. I looked at my watch, it said nine twenty. I had a flight in two hours and I had to look for her. I had no idea what time her flight was but I needed to hurry. Get her contact number at least. I changed into my jeans and a shirt and rushed out. I was about to knock Quinn and Avery’s suite when Gina, one of the bridesmaids appeared from the other end of the corridor. “Aaron? I was just heading to your room,” she called. “Here,” she extended the jacket in her hand towards me. It was mine, from the other night, when Cassandra had stripped it off me. I took it from her hands, frowning. “Cass asked me to give it to you and say thank you.” “Thank me?” I didn’t get it. “I don’t know. She said you’ll understand.” Realization hit me and fury began to take over. How could she do this? “Where is Cassandra?” I asked in a tight voice. “Oh she left early this morning,” Gina smiled at me and turned to walk away. I stared at the jacket. She had used me and then left without saying a word. That was my own rule smacking me back in face.

  Chapter 5

  Cassandra

  I looked around in my tiny new apartment. It was so small that four long strides could take you from one side to the other. It had ugly walls, peeling paint and a low roof. It looked more like an abandoned storeroom than a place to live. A small area on the right was turned into a kitchen with a counter, stove and a small fridge. The right side had a wall that separated the tiny bedroom from everything else. Remaining in the middle was the living room. I placed my duffel bag on the floor and set my hands on my hips. “Alright, this is what it is. Accept it and move on,” I said to myself and started off with fixing whatever could be fixed. It was time to get my life back on the road. I had the apartment and a few interviews scheduled in the upcoming week. I had already closed the doors of the past and was looking forward to the future.

  I had worked for a PR agency for the past six months and it had been a dream job. I absolutely loved it. Generous allowances and employees’ facilities were of course additional perks. I was given an apartment in the building near to the office along with transport. I was proud of what I had landed in such short time. And then it had all blown up like a bad dream when Kenneth James, my boss asked me to get into the role of seductress and help him land an important client whose account could bring the agency to a very high level. I refused, of course, and was asked to choose between my job and my self-dignity. I packed my stuff from the table and left, only to find a seal on my apartment’s door with my stuff thrown out. I had left my stranded luggage at Mrs. Bowles, a kind lady who lived two floors down. I was on good talking terms with her so I called in for a favor and then boarded the plane to the Bahamas for Avery’s wedding.

  Cleaning the best I could, I arranged my clothes in the small built-in wardrobe and changed the sheets of the bed that creaked every time I applied a small amount of pressure on it. Done, I fell on the bed and closed my eyes. I finally let my mind wander back to the morning I had woken up in Aaron’s arms. The night we had shared was filled with passion, desires and so much more. I had let go of my control and had embraced the opportunity to lose myself completely into the expert hands of the infamous manwhore, Aaron Maxfield. Little did I know he would awaken an entirely undiscovered part of me that was, wildness? The night that I had agreed upon was supposed to be a one night stand and forgotten the next day. But I was damned because every detail of it was written in in clear bold letters in my mind. I couldn’t forget it. When the hangover of Aaron’s touch faded, I had realized what a mess I had gotten into because I wanted him again and again and so much more from him. But Aaron didn’t do repeats. Hurt and disappointment had gotten over me. I had left his bed, planning to leave a note that would save us from the morning-awkwardness. While searching for a pen and paper what I had found was a pink thong with a note and number from his previous two lovers whom he had likely screwed previously, at the same time. Anger had flooded inside me at the conclusion that he treated every woman the same way and I was just one of his playthings along the way. I had known what I was getting myself into before I was in his bed, but looking at the souvenir of hi
s scores, I was encountered with this unnamed feeling. But that was my decision and there was no reason to regret it. So I had left his room without leaving a single thing that would speak of my presence there. And then I had asked Gina to return his jacket along with my thanks. I wanted him to feel that it was me who had used him, not the other way around.

  I was trying hard to put all of it behind me. Men and relationships weren’t on my radar. I got tempted for a night but that was it. I wasn’t going to let it rule my mind. And it wasn’t like I was ever going to see him again. Aaron Maxfield and that night was now like a dream I had encountered, enjoyed and then opened my eyes to a new day with new choices.

  *

  It was the fourth interview I had been to and I had no hope of getting a call back from it. Each of them demanded why I left my previous job, and given I had received no recommendation from my jackass ex-boss, all four of them weren’t willing to give me a chance. I had seen uncertainty in their eyes. Let it be then. I wasn’t going to publicize why I was fired from the job. I was beginning to lose it. My only ray of hope was getting the call from LeoField Ad Group. It was the most prestigious advertisement agency in Seattle with big accounts on their board. I had heard highly of the two men who ran the agency. I had met Mark Leonard briefly at one of the events I was covering a few months back and the guy was a legend in the industry. But everybody knew that it was the other partner who actually made the decisions and managed the entire group. If only I could secure the interview. All I needed was that one chance and then I’d prove what I was capable of if they took me on board.