by Amy Brent
“You’re jealous, Daddy and it’s adorable. But you took care of mom. You didn’t expect her to go out and get a job.” She shook her head and gave me a look as if she’d just won the argument.
“Your mother worked until you were born, and if she was still around, I know she’d be working again. She made that sacrifice for you.” She’d made many sacrifices, and one of them had been our marriage. I couldn’t tell Lila that though, she didn’t need to know some things like the fact that her mother’s fatal wreck when she was only five, had happened on the way back from seeing her lover. I’d only found out about the infidelity after she was gone.
I’d never let Lila know, not wanting to tarnish the memory of her mother and I knew that her protective nature about seeing other women was because of losing her mother and the way I’d handled the grief. All of my grief had turned to hate, and I’d used sex to deal with it. It took a lot to trust and I never really thought I’d be that close to anyone again.
“Well, I’m going to look, but not until Daniel and I decided that it’s best. We want to make sure things line out for us.”
“Are you talking marriage?” I dropped my fork on my plate and pushed my chair back.
“Not anytime soon, but in the future, maybe. Daniel thinks we shouldn’t rush and I agree.” Of course, she did. She’d agree if he wanted to feed her poison too. I let out a frustrated sigh and decided that breakfast was over.
“I better get going and call the temp agency.” I couldn’t sit and listen to any more about her and Daniel.
“I love you, Daddy. Have a good day.” She reached up as I approached and put her arms around me as I leaned down.
“Thanks, baby. Promise me you won’t tell Gemma about that job. I really don’t want to cause a conflict.” I planted a kiss on her forehead.
“Yes, Daddy. I promise.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head as she pulled out her phone. I left feeling certain she’d keep her word.
Chapter 4
Gemma
I had slept in for the better part of the day, and I scolded myself for being so lazy. I’d worked hard for it though, so I decided to give myself a break. I had cleaned the house and gathered up my laundry to throw it in the wash and had even managed to run to the market before four o’clock. The day was shot, but as I put up my groceries promise for a better evening knocked on the door.
I answered only to find Samuel Stafford, who was better known as Staff in college and one of the hottest guys on campus. We’d met in the library while studying for a test and had messed around a few times. “Hey, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?”
“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by and bring you this.” He extended my copy of a movie we’d watched at his place the last time we’d gotten together.
“Come in; I was just about to make dinner. Are you hungry?”
He walked in and shrugged his shoulders. “That depends on what’s cooking?”
“Well, we can do spaghetti or tacos.” He made a face and stepped closer.
“How about spaghetti tacos?” He planted a soft kiss on my cheek and gave me a warm smile.
“I don’t know how to make those.” I shook my head and gave him an apologetic look.
“Then regular old tacos are fine. I’ll help you make them.” He went with me to the kitchen, and the two of us got busy cooking the ground beef and chopping lettuce. I warmed the shells as he got the cheese all the while making small talk and flirting.
We sat on the couch and faced one another as we munched on our food and it was nice to sit and casually chat. I hadn’t had many friends over since graduation, and I had a feeling that Samuel was looking for more.
He took my hand and held it in his lap, and I knew it was only so I could feel his big hard on through his jeans as he gave me smoldering looks. He was very hot, with dark hair and the deepest brown eyes. His chiseled features made me think of Whitt Porter, and I wondered if this is close to what he’d looked like as a younger man. I wondered about Sam’s size and if it were comparable to Whitt’s. I’d never forgotten that night we kissed. The way he’d been hard for me despite insisting on how wrong it was.
“Do you want to mess around?” Samuel asked. He placed my hand directly on his cock and pressed his hips forward. “Because I’d like to.”
I met his eyes and smiled. “A little.” I still hadn’t gone all the way with anyone, though I’d certainly had more than my fair share of invitations and done oral more times than I could count. I just couldn’t ever go through with it. There was only one man who would take my virginity, and it was Whitt Porter.
“A little?”
“I’ll make you come if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Sounds good to me.” He stretched his arms back across the couch and gestured to his crotch and the way he sat reminded me of that night I’d seen Whitt. I sat in front of him and took his cock out just like she’d done Whitt’s. Samuel was actually pretty impressive. His cock was thick and veiny, muscular with a thick ridge down his shaft. I held his cock up and licked it, and he threw his head back and hissed a breath through his clenched teeth.
“That’s good, Gemma. Fuck.” I closed my eyes and imagined myself with Whitt as I rolled my tongue around his head and then took him into my mouth. His cock was salty, and it made me crave my reward even more. I reached for his sac and rubbed his heavy balls, thinking of how I’d cupped Whitt’s which had hung light two weights between his legs, beneath that huge erect cock of his.
I relaxed my throat and took him deeper, and with all of my oral practice, I’d learned how to take it deep. I was confident in my technique, and the young men I’d been with hadn’t complained.
At least not when it came to oral.
“Take off your clothes, Gemma. I want to taste that sweet pussy.” I stood and slipped down my panties, which were already soaked at the memory of Whitt. “Let me see those tits.” I slipped off the rest of my clothes, and he came forward, taking my nipple into his teeth before sucking it hard. Then his hand came up to my mound, and he met my eyes. “That’s the softest pelt I’ve ever felt. I want to skin it.” He leaned down and pressed his mouth against my soft tuft of hair which was neatly trimmed and shaped into a small V at the top of my cleft.
“Is that my arrow showing me the way?” I knew he was going to want more, but I had never had any problems steering men to oral sex.
“I want to suck your cock. How about we do sixty-nine.” I stroked his cock and licked my lips.
“You got it, Gemma. Then I’m going to fuck that little pussy of yours.”
“I don’t do that, but if you want me to make you come, I promise not to disappoint.” His face fell, and he shrugged.
“Okay, baby. We can do whatever you want, but I won’t promise I’m not going to come all down your throat.” I offered a smile.
“I’d prefer it on my tits.” I had always preferred it on my tits, and only because it reminded me of Whitt.
“Whatever.” He took my hand, and I led him to the bedroom where he stretched out atop my covers. I lay down opposite of him, and he pulled me over the top of his body, my knees settling down around his head. Then he pulled me down and lapped at my tender slit. The ache in my core was so great that I knew I was going to come soon.
As he gripped my ass cheeks and rolled my hips hard against his face, licking me as deep as possible, I took his cock into my hand and stroked it, milking a tiny pearl of pre-come and gathering it with my tongue where it exploded with a taste of sweet and salt and all too soon it diluted. I’d have to get more. I sucked and worked my head on him taking him deep into my throat, and he lapped and slipped his fingers between my folds.
“No penetration, please.” I heard him huff, and then he stuck his tongue in deep and flicked it against my little barrier.
He paused. “Are you a virgin or something?”
“Yes, or something.” I put my mouth back to work, and in a few minutes, he pulled away from my sopp
ing wet slit, and we rolled over and sat up.
“Are you like, saving yourself for someone?”
“Yes,” I said with a shrug.
“Suck it.” He sat back and held his cock up. It had always been the same. When they found out they couldn’t have the cherry; they’d get in a shitty mood. Lucky for this fool I had a little bit of fantasy left in me.
“Come on these, got it?” Now that our agreement had been made, I took his cock back into my mouth, and he held my head and fucked my face really good, holding me down when he wanted, and I had even gagged a little. In the end, I felt his cock twitch, and I knew that his orgasm was on the way and he has no intention of stopping. I jerked back, and with a huff, he shot his load all over my tits, but not before I caught a taste, which lingered on my breath even though I’d swallowed it down.
“Nice try.”
“Yeah, well, I thought I should get something out of it since you’re not willing to put out.”
I grabbed his tender balls and gave them a squeeze. “Seems lighter to me, so I’d say you’d got something.” I got to my feet and went to the bathroom to clean up while I watched him dress in in the mirror behind me. He wasn’t even concerned if I had gotten off or not, which I’d gotten plenty. I hadn’t wasted a thought on Samuel, and everything I had done had been to catch a glimpse of Whitt in my mind.
“See you around, Gemma.” He left with a look of disappointment on his face. It was hard to feel sorry for him when it would take me another thirty minutes and two double A batteries to finish his job, but after locking the front door, I lay on the bed and closed my eyes thinking again of Whitt as I worked my clit. It had been tempting to work my vibrator inside me, but I had made a promise to myself a long time ago to protect my virginity and leave myself intact for him.
After I had come, I decided that I should call and check on Lila. With any luck, she’d tell me how her day went and talked about her father. Besides, I knew she had a lot on her mind with the new boyfriend drama. I was glad she was dating an older man too and wondered if it would bother her if I was with her father. It’s not like I could ask.
I took out my phone, rolled over in bed, and dialed her number. “Gemma!” Her voice came through the phone. “I’m so glad you called, I’m driving, and I’m getting so sleepy.”
“It’s not even eight.” I was thankful that Sam hadn’t taken up more of my night.
“I know, but I’ve been sleepy all day. I’m so tired all the time and this driving back and forth to see Daniel is killing me.”
“It’s worth it though, right?”
“It is when I get there.” She let out an evil giggle, and I giggled too knowing she’d told me all about their sex and how amazing it was. I imagined it would be half as good as me and her father’s, but it wasn’t like that had happened. Yet. I was still determined. “What’s going on with you, college grad?” She still had a year to go and only because she’d quit for a year before going back.
“Nothing, I’ve been so lazy. Samuel just left, you remember him, right? From that party at Monica’s?”
“The big stud on campus, yes. Did you give him a bite of your cherry?” She’d called my oral escapades that for years.
“Yes, but he wanted the pie. I gave him a blow job, and he left.”
“Ugh, let me guess. You didn’t finish?” She had heard all about my woes through the years and knew everything about me except for my wild fixation on her father.
“You guessed it. But I don’t want to talk about it. Subject change; how’s your father?”
“Ew, we’re going from oral sex to my father,” she said making a gagging noise. I couldn’t tell her that it wasn’t that far-fetched. “He’s fine; still on my case and today, he was in an extra-special good mood. His secretary f*cked up and quit on him. Took a huge bonus he gave her and eloped to Vegas.” She let out a long breath. “I liked her too.” I knew that was her way of saying the woman hadn’t slept with her father. She hated anyone who did, and I knew that one day, she might even hate me. It broke my heart to think that but hoped that our friendship was strong enough and she’d understand how much I loved him.
I couldn’t help but think about that opening and knew it was time to put my plan into action. If there was a secretary job in Whitt Porter’s office, I was going to get it. He’d told me no once, but never again.
Chapter 5
Whitt
“I don’t know how you do it, man,” Dax said, as another woman at the gym strolled up and handed me her number. It was the second time that morning and all I could think was I must be on fire for them all to take notice.
“It’s the smell of money. I was rolling around in the vault before I came.”
He chuckled and finished his rep. “I’m serious, and it’s not fair. I’m younger than you, just as handsome, and they act like I don’t even exist.”
“If you’d call them back, then they wouldn’t be so bitter, and they wouldn’t warn their friends about you.” He’d already dated most of the single women at the gym and probably a couple of the married ones.
“I’m not that bad.”
“We could always use my private gym, and then there won’t be any women.”
“Unless Lila and her friends come over.” Dax gave me a wicked smile, and I wanted to punch his teeth in.
“I’ve told you before; my daughter is off-limits. You’re too old for her. It’s bad enough I’ve got another man playing daddy, and she’s eating it up.”
“Oh man, that’s got to suck.”
“That’s a good way to sum things up. I’m going to need you scouting some locations. Ashley wants to see the ones we’ve already purchased, and so I’ll handle those.
“Right.” He gave me a teasing smile.
“Watch it; you’re still in hot water over the Lila remark.” He was the only SOB who would get away with that kind of mouth, and it was because we’d been best friends for years. He was my closest confidant, and I’d told him everything, including about my sexual trysts.
“Sorry man.”
“It’s okay, we’ve been arguing lately, and she hit a nerve the other day at breakfast. Told me she’s considered marrying this one.” He shook his head and gave me a sympathetic look as we went to clean up.
After, we headed to the office where the temp seemed eager to see me.
She got up as I walked in the door and hurried over with her fingers wringing together nervously. “Mr. Porter, you have a Gemma Cassidy in your office. I’m sorry to let her in without an appointment, but she says she’s like family and that you’d want to see her.” She gave me a hopeful look.
I held up a hand and nodded. “Yes, it’s fine, Gemma is my daughter’s best friend.”
She let out a sigh, and her shoulders dropped as she relaxed and headed back to the desk. “She mentioned the secretary job. Maybe you’ve found my replacement.” She gave me a smile and returned to her work. Dammit, Lila.
She had to have told her about the job and even though she’d promised me the other day she wouldn’t there was no other explanation for Gemma’s visit.
I took a deep breath as I opened the door and found her sitting at my desk instead of in one of the chairs in front of it. She looked like she belonged there with her head held high and a determined look on her pretty face. I’d seen that look before. This time I didn’t know if I could refuse her anything.
I walked in dropping my briefcase by the door. “Gemma, how are you, dear?” I wasn’t going to let her know that she’d ruffled my feathers.
She got to her feet, and we closed the distance between us. “I’m fine, Mr. Porter. I was in the area and thought I’d stop by.”
“It’s been a while, have you forgotten where we live?” I took in her bright blue eyes and noticed the set of her brows, lifted high and spread apart as if she were sizing me up.
“I’ve been busy graduating. I’m sorry you missed it.” She poked out her bottom lip as she stood and suddenly she was that little girl ag
ain, standing in front of me with a gleam in her eye. “Lila told me you had to go out of town.”
It had bothered me to miss her graduation, and despite everything, in many ways, she’d been like a daughter to me too. She’d spent more nights at my house than not in those last years of high school and at least two beyond. Even after things had been awkward, she’d still been around for Lila, keeping our secret.
“Yes, I’m sorry. What can I help you with today?” I let my eyes trail down her body, taking in the swell of her breasts which threatened to spill out of her top because she’d not buttoned her shirt all the way, and the tight pencil skirt that showed off all of her curves. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine or between the pages.
She cleared her throat and met my eyes directly. “I heard about the position and wondered if I could ask you for the job. Money is a bit tight, and with my grandmother abroad, she’s not sending money as often as she used to.” I hated to think of her struggling and wished she’d just asked for some money instead.
I took a moment to pause and choose my next words carefully. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings or seem like I was coming up with an excuse because of what had happened between us years ago. “I just don’t think it’s appropriate for you to work for me, being that your Lila’s friend. If it didn’t work out, then it would only cause problems.” I was already thinking of how easy it would be to bend her over my desk and push that fucking skirt up over her ass.