by Amy Brent
“I knew that you were up to something. You were fucking Brent the entire time, weren’t you?” Lisa asked as Cammy walked to her car that afternoon. “He’s gorgeous, but there’s so much wrong with that.”
“I love him, Lisa. I didn’t plan for this, but it happened, and I can’t change that.” Cammy looked at the disgust on her former best friend’s face and felt whatever ties they’d had breaking before her eyes. Chloe wasn’t too much more understanding about things, and Cammy knew that it was just going to be her and Brent from now on. Eventually, she made more friends that accepted the situation and settled into another life.
EPILOGUE
Cammy rested in the hospital bed as she watched her husband pace the room. “Brent, sit down. You’re making me nervous.” She panted with the new contraction as he stared at her and took her hand in his. “Jesus. This hurts.”
They’d been married for two years and decided to have a baby once they’d done some traveling and single couple activities. It was fun trying since they still practiced the same habits in the bedroom in the process. Cammy was thrilled even though there was a part of her that felt guilty for what she was doing. She was even more shocked when she realized that Brent had acted out her fantasies from her journal that he’d read and as she looked back, he’d nailed them all.
Love came in many forms and Brent was one of them. They were happy together, and he took good care of her like she knew her mama would want for her. The other one of their son and daughter that were born a few hours later at midnight screaming their way into the world. She wasn’t working with the pregnancy and Brent was still running his company and doing just fine.
She held Madeline and Brent sat down beside her with Than in his arms as they smiled at each other. “Hi, Daddy.” His eyes darkened as he looked at her for a long moment and then their babies. “You’re their Daddy. They’re going to adore you as much as I do.”
“I love you, Cammy.” Brent kissed her and looked at his daughter. “I’m so happy.”
THE END
TAKEN BY DADDY’S BOSS
Reginald
Business was booming and there was nothing else Reginald Covington loved more. At 49 he was tall, in great shape and despite his two failed marriages, he still had more than enough money to last the rest of his life. He glanced down at the laptop on his desk, knowing he needed to find a few more applicants to interview for the assistant position.
He sighed heavily, running a hand over the salt and pepper stubble on his chin. Human resources were never his area of expertise, and he didn’t want to start doing it now. A sly smile lit up his face when he thought of why this had all happened in the first place.
Sheila was a firecracker, and the sex had been great. Sadly, she had wanted more than he was willing to give and when she quit, he wasn’t really surprised. It left him in a lurch temporarily, and left his bed cold. He tapped the screen of the monitor, leaning back slightly as it buzzed to life. He had known better than to even start the affair up, but he had done it anyway. He knew then it was the one and only time he would mix business and pleasure.
He heard the buzz of the intercom.
“Mr. Covington. Mr. Baker is here he needs a word.”
“Send him back Linda.”
He smiled widely as the tall door swung open, and Baker came in. Benjamin Baker had been one of the few loyal employees that Covington Enterprises still had. There from the very beginning he had helped make the place its first million. He stuck his hand out to welcome him in.
“Ben, how was the flight in? I hope it went well.” He arched an eyebrow at him, gesturing at the seat in front of the desk.
“It went well, actually very well.” He tossed a file on the desk. “Twenty-three percent more than your asking price.” Close in age Ben sat a head shorter than his boss, though they shared a camaraderie and respect between them.
Reginald nodded his head as a smile formed on his face. “I knew you were the right man to send.”
Ben tipped the glass Reginald had offered him as he replied. “Thank you boss.”
Reginald made an odd sound. “You’re as much a part of this company as me Ben. Really, thanks.”
Ben finished his drink, and then smiled as they walked towards the doors. Reginald patted his shoulder once more. Running a hand through his hair.
“You ok Covington? You seemed a little put out.”
“Yes, just trying to do the hiring now that Sheila is gone…” He trailed off, and Ben coughed lightly. He gave Reginald a reassuring pat on the back. As he was leaving, he spun to face him once more.
“You know Chelsea just moved back out this way, she may be a good fit.”
“Little Chelsea, I haven’t seen her since she was what 7, 8?” Reginald arched an eyebrow,
Ben laughed lightly. “She is far from little. She is 24 almost 25. Just think about it.” Ben smiled and said his farewells as he made his way down the long hall towards the elevators.
He slid back into his chair and went back to work doing his best to figure out what qualities made for the best assistant. He let his thoughts drift back to Sheila and he smiled once more. He would have to make an effort to check in on her soon. She wasn’t a bad woman; in fact, she was quite pleasant to be around. With her short black hair and striking features she was more than a little fun in the bedroom. She had surprised him in more ways than one with her wanton behavior and hidden talents.
Even now he could feel himself getting aroused thinking of her as she lay before him. He felt his cock throbbing and thought about jerking off on the bathroom. But that’s not what he needed. He wanted something soft, something warm….
Yes, he would have to get in touch with her and see if he could smooth over her broken heart. What she wanted was impossible, but what he could give her had been more than enough for her before. Grabbing his jacket, he made his way down the long hall and into the garage. He knew where she would be and in no time he found himself at her door.
Chelsea
She stood back looking at her reflection once more. Her green eyes were sharp and focused, fringed with dark lashes that enhanced them even more with the paleness of her skin. Her mass of auburn hair was flowing around her shoulders in soft curls and she shifted her focus to her outfit. Scrunching up her nose, she turned ever so slightly to look at the back of the dress, hoping she had managed to put everything where it belonged. The dress actually was flattering to her curvy figure, but she bit her lip as she concentrated on how she felt.
At 24 she had really been sheltered. What experiences she’d had had been limited to some heavy petting and toleration on her part with a few guys who ultimately had no interest in her anyway. Tonight she was going out with her girlfriend, and hopefully once and for all rid herself of her virginity.
Turning once last time she finally gave up. “It’s all I got.” She smoothed down the front, and marched out into the living room of her father’s house. She had been home a week now, and although she had been gone 14 years, it seemed like only yesterday she had played in the front room with Leslie, both having no idea what life had in store for them. It was also in that room when her parents had sat her down and told her they were getting a divorce.
Looking back now it made sense. They were both very different people. In some cases, that was a good thing, but in others it made for drift, and when someone wants to live life and is being held back it can be hard. Even now her mother was off in the Alps somewhere. She had wanted to see the world her entire life and she was finally doing just that. Her father, on the other hand, was content in the family home and working his daily job.
Initially she had gone with her mother, but in time she had grown tired of the loneliness when her mother was gone and gone away to school. It was there that she learned more about who she was and what boys were like. After that she had called her father, who had welcomed her back home. He continually pressed the issue that there was plenty of room for her, but she wanted to get her own place, and to
make a name for herself.
Hearing the honk, she made her way outside.
“Bye Dad.” She slid into Leslie’s car and they pulled off just like old times.
“So what's the plan tonight.” Leslie methodically thumped her thumb on the steering wheel.
“I don’t know, I just want to do something crazy and live little. I don’t care just pick a bar or something.”
“You sure you want to give it away this way Chelsea, I mean it's kind of a big deal?”
“No at this point it’s just a thing that makes me different. Yes, I'm more than sure.”
They pulled into a bar, it was a smoke filled waterfront place, full of people who were more than likely regulars. The two of them settled into sets and did a quick glance around the room. The usual blend of people were present, most of which were already drunk. There was one guy in particular, dark haired and staring at Leslie, to which Chelsea nudged her.
“Oh wow its Bill Cooper.” Leslie shifted in her seat, taking a long drink from her beer, blinking rapidly as he approached. He moved with a fluid grace and smiled widely at her.
“Well, well how are you two pretty ladies?”
“Good, good how are you Billy, haven’t seen you lately?”
“Just got back recently, so want to talk a bit.” He held out his hand to her.
She glanced at Chelsea and with a nod she was suddenly off walking with Billy Cooper of all people. Once the town hero and football star he had lost his way and come home, doing his best to pick up the pieces of what he had once been. Chelsea knew Leslie had had a crush on Billy since grade school, and she knew that nothing would keep her from hanging with him now.
Chelsea glanced back around the room again, this time a head catching her eye. He was older, graying just at the temples. The biggest thing was that he was watching her intently. She felt a rush of heat course through her as she discretely looked around to see if there was anyone else nearby. She smiled slightly, looking at him once more.
Older, but still handsome, and dressed impeccably in a suit he signaled with one finger and the bartender moved quickly to make him another drink. The power almost exuded from him and she watched as he seemed to do his best to ignore a woman who stood nearby him. She knew he wanted her to come over and she stood then, taking in a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart.
Who better to help her than someone with a little experience? She moved slowly, feeling his eyes on her as she walked over towards him. She flung her mass of hair behind one shoulder and ordered a drink, doing her best to seem uninterested in him. She could feel his eyes, almost caressing her as they roamed down over her frame and back up. As her drink arrived, she watched him gesture to the bartender once more, without a word.
“The drink has been taken care of miss.” He gave her a smile and was gone once more.
She turned to look at him now, his eyes were a deep blue and he was more man than she had been around in a long time. She smiled at him, taking a drink once more.
“Thank you for the drink.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
She felt heat, then once more. It seemed to rush through her veins as he turned to face her head on. She did the same until they were facing each other, him in the seat and she stands.
“My name is Linda.” She held out her hand, feeling the heat of him as he took it. She felt funny using a fake name, but the last thing she needed was to give out too much information. After all, this was all for the sake of losing her virginity.
“Reg, nice to meet you sweetheart.” He let his hand linger in hers for mere seconds before he let her go.
“Thanks for the drink Reg.” She felt comfortable with him, and her body reacted to his as he moved closer to her.
“SO, Linda…what is a pretty girl like you doing in here?”
“I am just trying to meet new people that is all.” She blinked at him and felt the excitement rush through her as they spoke.
The conversation carried on until the hour was much later. She was comfortable with him and he made her laugh. She glanced at her phone to get the time.
“Hot date?” He asked her, his eyes resting on her mouth for a second.
“No, it's just getting late, that’s all. My friend was taking me home, but…” She trailed off as she looked around the corner.
“I have an idea, why don’t you let me take you home?” He smiled warmly at her.
She swallowed hard. This was her one chance to do it. “Unless you'd like to go somewhere else?”
She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest as he gave her a lazy smile. He stood then nodding once at the bartender as he put his hand at the small of her back leading her out of the place. She quickly made and sent a text to Leslie, complete with a thumbs up emoji. She slid into the cool leather seats in his car, surprised at how easily she had gotten comfortable with him. He sat down in the car, resting his hand on her knee for a moment before he set off for home.
She could feel the pressure of his hand through her dress, she knew then that she’d made the right choice. As they pulled into a parking lot she found herself nervous and excitement all at once. She glanced up at the towering building, waiting as he reserved a room for the night and then he escorted her inside. Some part of her should be worried, or scared. She had only spent a couple of hours getting to know Reg. He was ruggedly handsome, and even now as he held the door for her he towered over her, the confidence oozing from him. She heard the click of the door as she turned to face him, instantly finding his mouth covering hers. The kiss was all hot as he delved into her mouth and kissed her until neither of them could breath. He moved with casual ease as he slowly unzipped the dress in the back, letting the soft, slick hit the ground at her feet.
Being a big girl she was immediately concerned about her size, but she felt his hands, then, both running down the length of her cupping her thighs gently as he kissed her once more.
They moved again, this time he moved towards the bed, pulling her with him. Soon he was seated on the bed and she stood before him her body clad only in a bra and panties. She felt his eyes taking her in, and slowly they made their way upward and he looked into her face. He gave her a wicked smile as he moved his hands up, then following the curve of her hip and up, sliding back until he ran them up the small of her back causing her to shiver slightly.
He gently moved up even more until he found the clasp at her back and deftly undid it. He moved upward once more his fingers tracing a path as they went, hooking the straps of her bra and as he ran his hands down the length of her arms he pulled the contraption off with them.
Having always been ample in that area her breasts thrust forward as he tossed her bra on the floor. The puffy pink of her nipples harden instantly as the air hit them, and his eyes took her in. She felt his hands moving, covering first one and then the other. His touch was gently, as he rounded the smoothness of the creamy mounds until he found a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it gently, pulling and tugging until it stood hard and erect.
She gasped as he brought a new sense of excitement to her body. She opened her eyes to look down at him as he covered one of the taunt peaks with his mouth. The fire was almost too much as he sucked hard on the nipple, playing with it and teasing her. He moved his hands under her breast holding it up, suckling at it hard. He loved the other one before he let them rest, both hard and erect a visible tribute to her arousal.
She felt the wet heat at the apex of her thighs as he moved and once he sat back, she was heady with desire, unsure where he would turn to next. Her wonder was short lived as he moved again, this time his hands trailing lower and lower still until he slid one hand between her thighs, slipping one finger under the panties and to the moist heat he found there. His left hand rested on her thigh as he moved his right hand lower, his finger reaching the wetness eh knew was there. She felt his hand tighten on her thigh as he found the wet heat equally exciting. He moved again, his forefinger slipping through her
until her found the tiny jewel there.
Subconsciously she arched up and against his hand, her body felt as though a shock had coursed through her. It was clear he loved her reactions, as he did it over and over again, and she was powerless to stop him. She moaned softly as she closed her eyes, feeling his massage and rub the tiny button, her body trembling slightly. Her deep breaths came in soft gasps with every stroke and suddenly he stopped.
Looking down at him she smiled as he moved her back just enough to pull her panties off, tossing them on the floor. He smiled at her and then moved her back where she stood before, and pulling her closer he covered her most private area with his mouth.
She felt the heat of his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the already swollen flesh. Her body trembled as she arched herself against him wanting more, needing more. He continued on until he paused, moving her back and standing beside her.
“Lay on the bed.” It was a demand, and one she was happy to agree with. She lay back, her hair a wild, fiery halo around her and she waited. She felt him move, ripping his clothes from his body, and soon he was parting her thighs once more, this time to lay between them.
She was exposed to him, her womanhood open and eager for his touch. His body held one leg down as he gently opened the other, spreading her open even more. He looked making eye contact as he tasted her once more. She moaned loudly, excitement over watching him love her with his mouth. No longer gently, he licked and sucked every inch of her, finding a rhythm that she needed.
His tongue spun circles on her as she bucked wildly off the bed, and arched up against his mouth. Gone was her fear of behavior or noise, instead she was eager for release. She moved her hips, helping him and soon climbed higher and higher until in one loud wail she crested that ultimate peak, the light shattering behind her eyelids. She felt him slow down softly kissing and nipping at her.