Next Door Daddy

by Amy Brent

  We hadn’t covered that yet, and I looked at her. “I am always careful, Amy. Always. That…was a dumb ass ploy to make you jealous.” I remembered telling her about it on the phone and how crazy she got. “Did it work?”

  “In a way. It made me mad and hot all at once. I…got myself off at my desk listening, wanting to be her. She was so beautiful, and I think it hurt on some level.” Her face fell as she spoke and I pulled her close. I had fantasized about her doing that, and I hated the erection that was growing between my legs again. “Then on the phone I made you talk about it, your time with those girls. Am I twisted?”

  “You’re curious, and I love that. I want you to work it out with me, and I assure you there have been no women since we started talking.” She looked surprised, and I kissed her with a smile.

  “Really?” She asked as she stared at me. “How?”

  “I only wanted you, and once the idea of meeting was in my head, I knew that was what I wanted.” I kissed her neck as I rolled her onto her back. “I can be with one woman despite my tainted past.”

  “I never thought otherwise,” she told me as she looked up at me. “I could tell that you were passionate about what you wanted from the first time that we met.”

  “That became you quickly,” I said as I leaned down to kiss her. “I care for you a lot.”

  “I feel the same way,” Amy replied as she slipped her hands down my back.

  “When we check out, will you come home with me?” I asked her as I slid inside of her, leaving myself bare as she gripped me tightly. “Holy fuck.”

  “Spend the night? What about work?” Amy asked as I rocked inside of her again.

  “We can get there separately and play it off,” I assured her as she pulled me down for a long kiss. “We can handle this for a time. I can do it because I want to be with you.”

  We made love for the last time in that bed, and I came deep inside of her as I felt her warmth wash over me. Amy left first after we showered and dressed, going out to the curb and down the street to get a car to take her home to get some more clothes. She’d agreed to stay the night.

  After a few weeks of watching her get multiple Uber drivers, I started coming in earlier than before and bringing her along with me. I didn’t like the danger that came along with public transportation, and she was stubborn about driving to this day. Amy had a car, something that would get her around fine but she preferred not to drive it in the city. I’d leave the vehicle a few minutes before she’d head up and we’d greet each other like everything was casual between us.

  After a couple of months of dating, she was staying at my place every night. It was close to the office, and she could walk if she wanted to. I smiled as I watched her bring more clothes over and sprinkled her things over my counter.

  Daniel had talked further about moving her out to New York after the first of the year, and we talked about it in bed together after work. Though she’d be sad to leave her mom, Amy knew that it was a great chance for her and was thinking about it. They would be in town closer to Thanksgiving, and once we all had lunch and they presented the idea to her, Amy accepted with a smile. She’d be the assistant to one of their top guys, though I kept it to myself that I’d be moving with her.

  My friends thought I was crazy to be moving so quickly after everything with Larissa, Rayna and the other flings that had had. I knew that it was moving fast, but neither of us could help it, and the heat between us only continued to grow. Amy admitted that the phone job didn’t appeal to her as much anymore and we agreed that she’d stop since she did well at the company and decided to give up her apartment, selling everything inside so she wouldn’t have to move it. Amy lived with me and would in New York as well, in the brownstone near the office where she could just head over a few blocks if the weather was nice enough. Otherwise, I had a driver since that city was less of a driving one.

  It was hard to keep quiet about us, and I looked forward to moving across the country where we could date in public. I was going to run the company from home and travel as needed, being less in the spotlight. It was such a large city anyway that everything seemed to blend in and I looked forward to living there.

  We joined her mother for Thanksgiving, and I could feel her eyes on me several times through the night as I got to know her and her boyfriend, Ken. They were both free spirits and artists, suiting each other well but being very open to who Amy and I were as well. I could see that her mother knew how much I cared for her and wanted to take care of her, getting her approval in the form of a hug later that night.

  Margaret admitted that she was a few years older than Ken when we talked later that night. She didn’t mind that at all, but she wanted to be sure that I'd be right to her daughter. Margaret verified that she hadn’t been with a lot of men and since she didn’t seem to know how we met, I never mentioned her phone job. Our story was that we met in LA and ended up working together, which we were looking to change after the first of the year.

  Margaret was excited about the upcoming move, suggesting to Ken that they follow eventually to see about the art community there. It made Amy smile seeing that her mom was not sad for her, but happy and willing to consider the same for herself.

  We stayed a few nights and returned home a couple of days later so we could be at work. It was the last month that Amy would be working in California since her promotion was announced and the going away party was planned for her. She’d be finishing before Christmas and traveling with me to Colorado to see Cole and his family before we went on to New York.

  I hadn’t made an official announcement about anything of the sort for myself. I could drift without anyone being too nosy since I was the CEO. It was expected, and I wanted to keep the rumor mill calm for if possible.

  We worked some overtime towards the middle of December, making good use of being alone in my office after hours. It was something of a goodbye to our life here as I took her on the desk as she spoke about when I still knew her as Cherie. Since this was always my office, I didn’t have to worry about cleaning it out. I merely locked it when I was out of town along with the offices I held in each building across the country. Some of the top executives had access to it if needed, but I gave them clearance to access what they needed from their own desks.

  I sensed Amy getting nervous as Christmas approached and her way to avoid talking about it was through sex. She seemed to work a lot of things out that way with me, even though I was falling more in love with her every day.

  CHAPTER 15

  Amy

  Things were happening so quickly. My apartment was likely rented to someone else now, and I was living with Brett after just a few months of dating. I was moving to New York to promote and I couldn’t believe it. Everyone was excited at the office without knowing how it all came about, something I was happy to keep secret for if possible. Brett and I worked hard at keeping it quiet, staying in his apartment most of the time.

  I couldn’t get enough of him. Getting to know him the way that I did opened a huge assortment of problems, it seemed, and I was willing to try each fantasy that I’d ever had with him. We made love all the time, my favorite fetishes being taken from behind while spanked as well as anything tied to the bed.

  I still found it hard to talk about some things, such as the upcoming Christmas trip. I knew that he was over the situation with Larisa and just going to see his family, but I was nervous. I felt uncertain about us at times, given the speed at which we were happening and I used sex to distract myself from all the thoughts.

  He cornered me in the kitchen one night after he went to the gym when I was making spaghetti one night. We’d been working some overtime and were tired, but I was craving my mom’s recipe. “What’s going on with you?” He asked, making me jump and come back to the present.

  “What do you mean?” I asked in a light tone as he came up and kissed my neck.

  “Something is bothering you. I know that you try to hide things and distract me, but I can see it
in your eyes,” Brett whispered to me as I melted against him. “Talk to me, Amy.”

  I paused and stirred the sauce. “I’m nervous to meet her.”

  “Her who?” he questioned as I blushed.

  “Larisa,” I whispered as his arms tightened around me. “I know it’s over, but I just can’t help but doubt myself a little bit.”

  “Stop it. I love you,” Brett said for the first time as I stilled in his embrace. “I love you more than anything or anyone else in my life, and you don’t have to worry about anything.”

  “I love you,” I told him as I turned to face him for a slow kiss. The words had been dancing around us since nearly the beginning, and now they were out there. I felt infinitely better, and he pushed me up on the counter as he kissed me deeply.

  We ate after we’d made love, sitting on the couch with bowls of pasta on the table in front of us. I was all smiles now, and we talked about the trip and the move over the sound of his scores on television.

  I’d seen pictures of both houses in New York, and they were stunning. The apartment was on the twentieth floor, something that I couldn’t even imagine. It was furnished as was the house on the water and it was going to be a much easier transition than expected since I just had to pack clothes, shoes, and a few other things. Later that night, once we were tucked in bed, I told him that I loved him over and over as we made love before falling asleep.

  The plan was to visit with Cole and Larisa for a week so that Brett could catch up with his grandson and see his new granddaughter for the second time. Declan was coming up on three and Kaylee was six months old at this point. It was during Christmas, and we’d be leaving the day after New Year’s to get to New York and start our life there.

  We flew in first class, holding hands for the short flight. Brett and I had only improved since spilling our feelings for one another, but I thought about Larisa during the flight. Did she harbor any feelings for Brett? She had a husband and two small children, making me assume that everything was good between her and Cole. It was just an odd situation. She was just a year or two younger than I was and there had to be similarities between us.

  When we landed, I smiled at Brett as we went to get our luggage and meet Cole. He was waiting with a small boy that had his dark blonde hair and features that they both shared with Brett. Cole hugged his father and then me, tightly as he told me how many good things he’d heard about me. Brett was holding Declan as he asked him about his sister and the house, getting a long response in return to the questions.

  It was clear that they were family and nothing more now. Even when we got to the house and I saw how pretty Larisa was, she was so in love with Cole and her little family as she chattered to us with the look of a tired mom. The spacious house was decorated for the holiday with stuff everywhere and a huge tree in the living room by the fireplace.

  That night when we were in bed, I asked Brett if he regretted just having one son. Watching the two children interact was sweet tonight, and it made me think about my own future. It wasn’t something that we discussed before now, being so busy with our lives. “It worked out that way with his mom. We split up shortly after he was born and I didn’t think about it with anybody else.” Brett rolled over to wrap an arm around me and kissed my hair. “Do you want babies?”

  “It’s always been on the back burner with me since I was career oriented. But they are so cute, and Cole is crazy about Larisa.” Brett smiled in the dim light coming from the wall, and I stared into his eyes. “How do you move past what happened?”

  “Time,” Brett told me as he tugged my body against his. “Lots of time and I am sure lots of talking for them. Perhaps fighting. They had the hard part of everything since I just stepped away and quietly divorced Rayna. I had to get over it in my own way, but now it feels like it was never anything, to be honest.”

  “I can see that,” I replied as he kissed me. There was just a strong love between all of them, and that was it. “I love you.”

  “I love you,” Brett whispered back as we settled in bed to fall asleep.

  I was in between homes with this man, but I’d never felt more secure in my life. We had a beautiful holiday with his family, and I met Rayna and her new husband, a wealthy oil man that doted on her every need. The brief nature of her marriage to Brett was evident in the way they interacted, and I could see how fast she’d moved on.

  It was the morning after she left that Brett took us out to eat in town. It was a beautiful lodge style restaurant, and I helped to get Declan in his seat as Brett sat beside me and made sure that the kids were both safe. We chose an early dinner for the sake of the two children, and the sun was settling slowly out of the window as I took a long look. I’d had a chance to speak to both Cole and Larisa one-on-one and was feeling much more comfortable now.

  Larisa told me that she was in love with Cole from the beginning but that they were just friends for a long time. Once she went through a rough breakup and slept with Brett, everything started happening quickly, leaving her very confused. She admitted to being in a bad place when she was involved with Brett for the second time and was so relieved that they worked through everything as well as they did. She and Cole were thrilled with their life and family, and she didn’t look back into the past at all now. In fact, she was happy that Brett had found somebody to love like he did me and excited for our future.

  It was at that dinner that Brett knelt to the floor, taking me completely by surprise. We’d been together for six months at this point, and it seemed fast as he asked me to spend the rest of my life with him. I stared down at him, glancing at the ring in the box that shimmered in the light from the room before I stared into his eyes. Once I told him yes, Cole teased him a little about the whirlwind relationship but it was with love as we all laughed.

  Brett wrapped his arm around me as Larisa looked at the beautiful band encrusted with diamonds. “I need to give this girl some babies before I’m too old. I’ve not wanted that with anyone else.” Cole and Larisa shared a look as I blushed and giggled, feeling his lips against my hair.

  We finished our visit and moved on to New York, where the size of the city caught me off guard. Everything was bigger, and there were so many people on the streets. It was much more fast paced than Los Angeles as a home and business, but I was the assistant to Daniel, and I loved working with him. He’d guessed about Brett, and I from our first meeting and the ring on my left hand was no surprise to him or the staff. Better yet, neither did anybody else because that’s how it was in New York. The company was too busy making millions, and Brett loved working from home as he watched all the locations.

  We went out a lot here. There was always something open for dinner, maybe a play to see but I loved it all. We decided to get married in the Spring in The Hamptons on the beach with just some family and friends around. It was intimate and beautiful with the sun setting as we kissed for the first time as husband and wife, keeping it quiet that I was three months pregnant with our son at the time. There was a big dinner and reception outside afterward where we danced and chatted with the guests, and I was over the moon. I was so happy, and I felt complete in my life now.

  Epilogue

  Ten years later, I replaced my manager when he retired. Our son Nathan was now nine and his twin sisters Olivia and Avery five and Brett worked from home and cared for them. We were more in love than ever, traveling to see Cole and their family of four kids as much as possible. It wasn’t necessary to fly to California to see Mom since she was in New York as well, making herself known in the art world.

  We still cherished our time together at night when the kids were sleeping, and it was blissfully quiet. We’d make love for hours on those nights, just being a little quieter than before. The girls were grumpy if they didn’t sleep enough. Brett made sure to go away with just me at least once a year as well, somewhere where we could revisit the past.

  I never knew that my life would turn out this way, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I had every
thing I wanted and needed, feeling the love in my life every day.

  The End

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  OBSESSED

  Chapter One

  SABRINA

  “Oh Julian,” I muttered to myself, gripping my pillow in one hand, careful to keep my voice low.

  My parents weren't home – at least, not that I was aware of – but I knew that Rosa, our housekeeper was there and was busy making her rounds of the house. Despite the risk of Rosa walking in on me, I couldn't help myself. I needed release. I needed to get off.

  Though honestly, I couldn't even begin to imagine how awkward it would be to explain to her what I was doing – although I had a feeling she'd have a very good idea of what I was doing. What would be difficult and awkward to explain was why I was calling out my father's friend's name while I was doing it.

  With my vibrator clutched in a near death grip as I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, I massaged my clit as I imagined Julian's tongue upon me. I pictured his face, the feel of his stubble on the insides of my thighs. Imagined the feel of his hands as he spread my legs apart and buried his tongue deep inside of me. I imagined feeling him slide two fingers deep into my tight little pussy as he sucked on my clit – it was enough that I almost lost control and came right there. But I wanted to make it last a little longer – prolong the pleasure a bit.

  It was true that I'd never experienced any of that with Julian before – but I had a very good imagination and could pretend I had. I could imagine what it would be like for him to taste me, to savor me, to feel me – to make me cum harder than I ever had before in my life.

  I was laying in my bed, or rather, the bed I used to sleep in when I'd been a child. I was staying with my parents while I searched for a place to live – a situation I hoped to rectify very, very soon. Living in my childhood home gave me very little privacy, so I made sure to take advantage of them being gone every chance I could get. Thankfully, because they had a relatively busy social life, I was able to have enough private time to keep my desires sated. Most of the time, anyway.