College Daddy: A Single Dad Romance

by Amber Heart

  I wanted him and I wanted him right here. “It’s pulsing because of what’s going on inside this.” He tapped my temples slowly and I wanted to moan. “You are thinking of how I pleased you the other night.” His other hand was now moving against the outline of my arm. “You are remembering how I kissed you. Every inch of you. Leaving not a spot behind.” His thumb brushed my lips and then trailed across my jackets front, easing his way inside and softly tracing my puckered nipples. I gasped. “Ringing any bells, Ms. Levant?” he slipped the top button of my blouse open. And then the next two. “You remember how I made you cum just by teasing these?” he pinched my nipples and I arched up and moaned. Oh hell yes.

  He leaned further in and gave my lips a small kiss, breaking away all too soon. “Aaron,” I whispered, closing my eyes as desire took over me and I grabbed his shoulders. He eased me down on the couch. His hand reached the hem of my skirt. “Are you wet, Ms. Levant?” Will he stop calling me that? His fingers found their way to the inside of my thigh and I moaned. He lowered his mouth to my breast and caught my hard erect nipple through my blouse while his fingers found the seams of my wet panties and he rubbed my swollen clit. “Yes,” I clutched his hair in fierce grip, wanting more and more of him. His other hand kneaded my aching breast as he gave equal attention to both my nipples. His fingers brushed my wet folds through the wet lace and then he ripped them in a single snap and inserted his finger into my channel. “God, yes!” I hissed as the climax began to build around my walls. He pushed another finger into me and his thumb found my bundle of nerves. His tongue and fingers worked magnificently on me. I was close to exploding. Just one more…

  The loud ring of phone broke the spell. I jerked out of the sexual bubble that was surrounding us. Holy shit! What was I doing? He was my boss and we were in the office. “Aaron, stop!” I cried. “We can’t do this. This is inappropriate.” I tried to shove him away. His phone was still ringing. He broke away from me and stood up. The sudden loss of contact was like stepping over ice from burning coal. I tried to gather my breathing back to normal. “You are right. I apologize, Ms. Levant.” Aaron straightened his own jacket and buttoned up, providing me a glimpse of his bulge. I too got up and buttoned back my blouse and straightened my skirt.

  His phone started to ring again. He pulled it out but made no attempt to pick it up. He was staring at me. “Uh, yes. Accepted. I’ll leave,” I ran fingers in my hair nervously and then took two steps ahead to leave and ran straight into him. He caught me by arms. “Steady there. Are you okay?” he asked me in a wry tone. “Of course, good day, Mr. Maxfield.” I walked past him and hit my leg into the table. “Ouch!” I winced. “Are you sure you are alright, Ms. Levant? I can help you, if you want,” he was smirking at me. Asshole! “I am fine. And answer your damn phone!” I couldn’t help but snap in irritation. I heard him chuckle as I stepped out of his room.

  Damn him! He always knows how to get to me. And damn my traitor body and my needs that refuse to resist him. I had to do something that would make me less of a girl with horny urges around him. God, what must he be thinking of me? But then I remembered his grin. Jackass. He knew what he was doing. I just needed to find a way to avoid him.

  *

  If only I could have found a way to avoid Aaron, if only he would have given me a reason to avoid him. He's kept me working late the past two days. I was thankful it was Friday today and I would have a blissful weekend to relax and come up with a game plan for the coming week to keep my distance from him. But since he was the partner of the agency, it was considered to be my privilege that he was having me work alongside him. I had to give the man his credit, he was good at what he did.

  Avery called me just before I was getting the minutes of the earlier meeting printed out. “Cass!! God, I missed you bad, girl! Don’t think I’ll forget to kick your ass for packing me all that stuff,” she exclaimed and I laughed. “You totally loved it, Av. Admit it,” I said. We had added a few yummy lingerie and not–for–kids toys in her suitcase before she had left for her honeymoon. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you go. Quinn thought it was my idea,” I could totally imagine her blushing. “Yeah, yeah, take the credit for my creativity. I gotta go or my boss will kick my ass. I’ll catch up with you later, Av. I missed you too,” I said to her and hung up the phone before rushing to Aaron’s cabin. The day was young and the office was full of activity.

  I straightened my hair, took a deep breath and then turned the knob of the door to enter. “I have the minutes of the conference, Mr. Max…” my voice dried as I encountered the scene before me. Aaron was sitting on the couch with a woman, the same brunette from my interview day, on her knees, between his legs. Both of them snapped their faces towards me. Aaron’s face turned hard whereas the other woman’s filled with irritation. Shit. “I am sorry. I’ll leave.” I looked away and turned my back. “Cassandra wait,” Aaron called from behind. His voice was tight and cold. He was pissed. I didn’t wait and left his room, closing the door firmly behind me.

  Hurt began to take over me. I didn’t know why I cared? It wasn’t like we were together or something. Hell, he was my boss. So why did I care who he screwed? And why the hell did I want to scratch both their damn faces off? I needed a minute to get myself back together. Rushing to the restroom, I locked myself into one of the cubicles and sat on the seat. “Deep breaths, Cass.” Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. I clenched my eyes shut and pressed fingers on my temples, hard. “No need to get upset. He isn’t yours,” I told myself. “He’s a man whore. You were just a flavor of the night, a one night stand. Nothing less, nothing more.” But damned if that image budged an inch from my mind. It refused to go. All I could see was him with that brunette. And the way he had seen me enter, he was furious. He was pissed that I interrupted his mid-day fuck.

  I took several calming breaths. It was none of my concern whom Aaron Maxfield called and whom he screwed. I had been a welcome distraction at the Bahamas, but now I was like any other employee. And whatever that was about to happen the other evening, it was a slip of passion. I was here to do my job and that was exactly what I was going to concentrate on. The rest could kiss my ass. I put my power panties on and stepped out of the cubicle and ran cold water on my face. I needed to come back here again to redo my make-up but there was no way I was going out to face everyone with a flustered expression. No one needed to see it.

  I opened the door of the restroom and stepped out. “Cassandra.” Aaron was right there next to my desk. God, no please. I silently begged and then walked straight past him. “Cassandra, listen to me,” he began. “I apologize for my improper interruption, Mr. Maxfield.” I clicked print key on my computer and then handed him the document which I was supposed to give him. “Here are the first few minutes of the conference for your record. I’ll get back to you with the review presentation,” I said pulling back my chair. He caught me by elbow. “Listen to me, dammit! That wasn’t what you are thinking. I can explain, alright. Just hear me out,” he said in a sharp voice and my own temper burst.

  “Whatever you do, Mr. Maxfield is none of my concern. Who you fuck, or who you don’t, I don’t give a shit about it and I don't fucking care. I am here to work and you are my boss. You don’t need to give me any justifications. Now just leave me the hell alone,” I hissed back at him. “Don’t use that tone with me, Cassandra,” he warned. I uncurled his fingers from my elbow and glared at him. “Nobody tells me what I do. I work for you and that doesn’t give you a right to tell me what tone I speak in or how I react to things which do not relate to work. Leave me alone and go back to whatever you were in middle of doing.” People were now beginning to watch.

  “It wasn't what it looked like. She means nothing to me” He snarled. “And I do?” I scoffed acidly. This conversation was going nowhere. I just wanted him gone. I brought my face near to him so that no one else could hear what I was going to say to him. “You are pissed because I interrupted before she finished you off? Let’s call it even, Mr. Maxfield,” I l
ooked him straight in the eyes and then turned to sit on my seat and focused blindly on the screen before me.

  Aaron kept standing beside me. I could feel his eyes holing my back but I’d be damned if I moved an inch. A few stretched seconds later he walked away and I let go of my breath that I was holding for a long time. I was in serious trouble.

  Chapter 8

  Aaron

  I can't believe what just happened. It was just a misunderstanding, but I couldn't explain it to her in the middle of that damn office! That woman is driving me crazy. Since that evening when I almost had her on my office couch, I was in state of lust. Her thoughts ruled my mind and I was on edge of going mad. I had planned on making things difficult for her to resist me, but here I was losing my sanity. You are pissed because I interrupted before she finished you off? Elsa was nothing to me. Cassandra doesn't even know what happened in there.

  I had been putting off Elsa since I returned from the Bahamas, thanks to Cassandra ruining me for any other woman. But Elsa wasn’t good at taking no for an answer and that was beginning to piss me off and I had refused to take her calls. So she had chosen to give me a surprise visit – again. She fought first, asking me who I was seeing. She was angry that my other distraction had been affecting our relationship

  “I don’t do relationships, Elsa, and you know this well. I am done with you acting like my girlfriend. We both know what this was about. I don’t need anything else,” I had said to her. “The point of the whole thing is, Aaron, that you are not giving me what we are in this for,” she had snapped back. I had tried to calm her down. “I don’t think this will be work between us anymore. Let’s give it a break, Elsa.” I had hoped she’d get the message and leave, but no, instead she had kissed me. “It’s working perfect, baby, you just need more attention from me, I know,” she said, while she sucked my lips. I hated it. All I could think of was Cassandra, and her lips on me. I pushed Elsa off me and she slid to the floor. “Maybe I'll just have to play with my favorite toy then?” she said as she tried to undo my belt. Just when I was about to shove her away, Cassandra had entered. Fuck my luck, she had assumed the worst and left.

  I have never felt the need to explain to anyone more than I have right right now. I had to tell her that I wasn’t interested in Elsa and I certainly wasn’t fucking her on the same couch where I had Cassandra almost climax on my hand a few evenings before. And when I had tried to follow her, Elsa had gotten in my way. “Leave her, Aaron. We have more exciting things to do.” she had pushed her breasts into my chest. “I won’t tell you again, Elsa, this is done between us. Leave right now and don’t come back,” I know I had been rude, but damned if I thought about anything except for the woman who had left thinking the worst of me.

  When I tried to explain to her, she snapped at me. Who you fuck, or who you don’t, I don’t give a shit about it and I don't fucking care. As much I wanted to kiss her to shut her up, I understood why she was upset. But I couldn't explain with all these people here in the office. And now I was pissed about her professionalism, I was her boss, she can't speak to me like that in front of everyone. This foreplay was backfiring on me. She wanted to work here, I’d given her work. I picked up the phone and called my assistant. “Melinda, ask Ms. Levant to join the creative team at the shoot and tell her I need a detailed report of it by today along with the presentation she’s currently working on.” Before Melinda could ask anything, I slammed the phone shut. This would tell her what work is.

  Hours ticked by and it was five thirty. She hadn’t shown her face. Isn’t she back yet? I wondered. Filming was to end by four thirty. I decided to pay Mark a visit. He was back from Manhattan. “Aren’t you done yet, Cass?” I heard Mark’s voice as I stepped out of the office. “No, Mr. Leonard. It’ll take me some time. I just returned from the shoot,” her voice echoed. “I am sure you can take that back home and send it in later,” Mark offered. “I need it today, Ms. Levant and I am staying here until I get that handout and presentation,” I said to her and then turned to my partner and greeted him, “Mark.” He was looking back and forth from me to Cassandra and then smirked. “Aaron, good to see you.” “Can we talk? I need to run down a couple of things with you,” I said to him and he gave me a nod before heading to his room. I looked at Cassandra who was now back on her computer. The rest of the office was almost empty. I followed Mark into his office.

  Two hours later I was still in my office, working, and Cassandra was out there, pushing to finish off her task. I walked out to get myself another cup of coffee and also to get a glimpse of her. God, I really did that, didn’t I? I must have grown a vagina too if I was walking out just to get a look at a woman. There she was, her chin resting on her palms as she scrolled down the screen, her lips bulged in a small sexy pout. I had a sudden urge to go and give her a kiss. She looked appealing and too inviting. I walked past her in quiet steps.

  “Oh Jesus!” she jumped up from her seat as she heard me and turned around with her hands on her chest. “Aaron, you scared me.” Her breath was hitched. I appeared not to notice. “How much is left?” I asked, looking down at her screen. “It’s done, almost.” “I want you back on filming tomorrow and Sunday. Coordinate with David and also send me the reports of both days,” I said. “But it’s the weekend,” she said hastily and I looked at her in a so–what–do–I–do expression. “I’ll see to it,” she backed down. “Good,” I said and then turned to go back into the office. Forty five minutes later she had slammed the report on my desk. Her eyes gave me murderous looks but that was what she asked for.

  As she was about to leave I called her name “Cassandra. Let me explain about earlier.” She completely blanked me, as she slammed the door without looking back.

  Chapter 9

  Cassandra

  My legs hurt like a bitch and my head throbbed like someone was smashing it with a hammer. I finally stepped back into my apartment after a long tiring day filming. My crappy apartment hasn’t looked this welcoming since I first settled in after all the drama that happened at my old job. Falling onto the old couch I had bought from the second hand furniture shop, I closed my eyes. All I wanted to do was to get a good ten hours sleep. Spending the day on set was exciting and I loved every second of it. It would have been perfect if they let me have a break every now and then. David, the creative director of LeoField Ad Group was a dream to work with. He was so professional and polite. He made things look so easy, but only those who worked with him knew how detailed his work was. No wonder I was exhausted beyond description. But my work for the day hadn’t ended. I still needed to write that report and send it to Aaron. I kept myself distracted so that the thoughts won’t wander to him like they loved to do.

  He kept trying to explain himself but I didn't want to hear his pathetic excuses. I showed weakness that I won't show again. I did not need him.

  I fixed myself a strong cup of coffee and set to work. I hadn’t been able to get anything to eat all day and right now, I wanted to get rid of the work and then get a bite to eat.

  By the end of the report, the only energy I could muster up was spent mailing the damn thing to Aaron and then stowing the laptop on the coffee table. That was it, I passed out on the couch right there in the next two minutes.

  The loud radio alarm woke me up with a jolt. I looked at my phone to see it was seven thirty. “Shit!” I was late for the shoot. Today was the final sequence take and I had to reach the set by eight thirty. I called for the taxi and rushed into the washroom for a quick shower. I had no time for breakfast.

  “Melinda, hi. This is Cass Levant,” I called Aaron’s assistant as I locked my apartment and climbed the stairs down to the taxi. “Good morning, Cass,” she sounded as if she was accustomed to waking up at six every Sunday morning. “I need to know where the shoots location is for today. David told me yesterday but it slipped my mind.” I couldn’t help the apologetic tone as I got into the taxi. “Oh it’s on Aaron’s yacht. You’ll need to come to Union Lake Park.” Yacht? Pan
ic begin to raise inside me and I gulped. “Where to Miss?” The taxi driver asked in an irritated tone. “Are you there, Cass?” Melinda said through the speaker. “Uh yes. Thanks, Melinda.” I dropped the call and turned to the driver. “Union Lake Park Bridge, please,” I said to him, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

  I could see a moderate sized yacht on the dock as I stepped out of the taxi and paid the impatient driver his fare. “Cass! Right here!” I heard Adrian, one of the creative department guy's waving at me enthusiastically from the deck of the yacht. I felt sick already. My head was spinning and my stomach was giving me ugly signals. Given I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning. I boarded the yacht which was filled with people I had never met before. “You look sick,” Adrian commented as I joined him. “I‘m not a fan of water” I said looking at the water and he laughed at me. “Boy, you are so chicken. We’re perfectly safe on here.” David called to order and the shoot started. I stood at one corner end and observed everything, occasionally making notes on my iPad. Just then I felt the air around me change – more intense. I turned around to see Aaron walking towards my direction.

  My throat dried at the sight of him. He was wearing a gray T-Shirt and khaki shorts paired with wayfarers. His usual gelled hair was now all tousled and messy, making me remember the night when we were together. Before I could ogle him any further, that brunette appeared from behind him, Elsa. Jealousy poured inside me and I looked away from that brooding man and his latest flavor whom he obviously didn’t count on his list of one timers.