by Mia Madison
My nut was so thick and creamy. I just wiped it on the sheets and made a note to change them before I took Riley to school.
Despite what happened, I knew it wouldn’t be good for us to do that again. That was a kiss that needed to last forever. If she came to her senses today and brought it up, I’d apologize and tell her it was a mistake.
Even though I meant what I did.
I called Vit’s floor at the hospital, but nobody was there to provide release information. All I got was a generic line that someone - most likely Vit - would call me as soon as he was free to go home.
That being said, what else could I do besides work on the Frisco project?
We still needed to send out the contractor agreement today. We’d signed the paperwork, and we needed someone to look over the numbers and manage the project finances.
Vit and I discussed putting Valencia on the project. He felt she was ready, but I disagreed.
I had no doubt she would be excellent, but I knew she would be intimidated and overwhelmed. She would think it’s too soon since she started last week.
But, Vit reminded me, this was real life, and real life didn’t come with grace periods. There were sharp learning curves everywhere, and all you can do is jump in and do your best.
Just as I went through my second round of estimates, Valencia walked in. She wore a green maxi dress in a minty aqua kind of color that accentuated her olive skin tone and rich black locks.
Her hair was styled in one of those knot things at the top of her head, with loose curls tumbling over her shoulder. Her makeup was soft pink lipstick and winged liner that popped with her thick lashes.
I felt my heart skip a beat. Time literally slowed when she walked in the office. I could smell her floral perfume; it reminded me of Daisy by Marc Jacobs, but there was a sweet musky layer to it that told me she probably had a few scents on.
“I’m sorry. I know you told me…” She wrung her hands. “I just couldn’t sit still. I need something to do.”
“That’s fine.” I gestured to one of the chairs in front of my desk. “Have a seat.”
I closed the door for privacy. We exchanged quiet glances, questions lingering in both of our eyes. I couldn’t help looking over her, noticing how her nipples protruded through the fabric of her outfit. Sweet Jesus, she had some nice, suckable nipples. I cleared my throat and looked at the paperwork to calm the woody threatening to rise in my crotch.
“Your father and I have been working on a new project - the Frisco building. He wanted to make you project manager.”
She froze like a deer in headlights.
“I disagreed with him. I felt you needed more time, because you’d just started. You’d be overwhelmed.”
Her eyes softened, relief oozing back in. She nodded, as she clearly agreed with me.
“I figured you needed that backup,” I winked. “But here’s the deal. If your dad isn’t able to handle this workload, we don’t have a choice. You’ll have to become the project manager. But -” I paused for effect - “you’re not going to be alone. I will partner with you, and work side by side with you, so you can learn what we’re expecting.”
I leaned back, waiting for her response. Her face was unreadable. She parted those full lips to speak, but not much came out.
“… I agree. I’m not ready…” She broke off her thoughts, twirling one of those licorice locks around her dainty finger. Her eyes searched the corner of the desk as she searched for the words she needed.
“But you can’t prepare for absolutely everything life throws at you,” she continued. “I mean look at last night. So much happened that I wasn’t ready for, but sometimes you have to seize what you have - and own the moment. Own what’s thrown on you.”
That was a heavy statement. You could almost hear it slam on the desk.
“I feel safe with you.” Her eyes softened, and her body relaxed with that confession. “I know you’re not going to let me fail. So let’s do it.”
18
Valencia
Gio and I spent thirty minutes going over the basics of the Frisco project. He outlined the general expectations for the construction, as well as beginning expenses, which of course, would be logged and compared for improved accuracy.
“How long can this project take?”
Gio shrugged. “You can expect at least three to six months with the level of work we have. Further, it’s fall. As it gets closer and closer to the holidays, it’s going to slow down inevitably. We have to prepare for that.”
I nodded, sealing his words to memory.
Although still overwhelmed, my confidence improved. Gio made the project seem more and more manageable by the moment.
One bite at a time, Valencia.
My phone rang. Beyonce’s “Daddy” immediately identified the caller.
“Hey sweetie! Come pick me up. I’m hungry.”
Dad’s voice was full of energy, like a child running out of the classroom at the end of the day.
“We’re on the way, dad. What do you want?”
“Anything, I’m just tired of hospital food!”
Gio stood up, leaned over to lock his desktop, and grabbed his keys. From the looks of his serious stance, I wasn’t going alone.
He squeezed my hand before we left the office.
“I told you he was going to be alright.”
Although a little tired, Daddy’s color and countenance were restored. He was in bright spirits and had the nurses in his wing smiling.
“You’ve been a pleasure, Mr. Valenti.” The head nurse beamed. “We’ll miss you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine, nurse Campbell.” Dad gave a flirty wink. Nurse Campbell blushed. I cut my eyes to Gio, rolling them in light disbelief. Dad was such a charmer, even when he wasn’t trying to be.
“Remember to confirm your cardiologist appointment,” she said. She squeezed his shoulder and smiled at us before walking off.
Dad had a taste for Italian, of course, so we headed to Roman Cucina. Dad insisted on sitting in the backseat, and held the door for me. Good save, I thought to myself. He wouldn’t be likely to freak out or question anything if he notices Gio open the door for me.
After our meal, Dad and I headed back to the penthouse. Gio insisted we get some rest, promising to stop by before picking up Riley.
“Why not bring her here? We can enjoy dinner like a family?” Dad suggested.
My heart beat. Like a family. I thought about the conversation Gio and I shared, regarding Riley, her mom, and just where we were in life. My heart felt for the fact that Riley did need her mother, but there wasn’t much that could be done for the situation.
She was an adorable, friendly little girl. And she loved Dad so much. She loved to play with me when she came to the office, often running up to me and calling me ViVi.
A look of doubt crossed Gio’s face. “She’s a lot of energy, man. I need you fully rested.”
“I’m not the only one here. Vivi is here too.” Dad nodded in my direction, calling me by Riley’s precious nickname for me.
“I could use the company,” I said, jovially. “Us girls need to have our own fun while you guys talk over business.”
Gio looked at me. His smile was friendly, but I wasn’t lost over the flash of desire in his eyes. I felt my cheeks warm, my body still awakened from the midnight kiss we shared last night, and the reassuring, romantic way he squeezed my hand several times over on the way to pick up dad.
“It’s been a long twenty-four hours. I’m going to shower,” I said. Turning to Gio I winked, out of Dad’s view. “See you when you get back.”
Obscured in the steam and noise of the shower, I pleasured myself. My mind filled with thoughts of Gio. Imagining his thick fingers rubbing against my swollen nub, bringing me to the edge before plunging his middle and index fingers inside me, curling to massage my g-spot until I squirted all over him.
My breasts, full and pendulous, were ultra-sensitive, and I used the shower gel t
o further stimulate and massage them. While I hadn’t taught myself to experience a full-blown orgasm through nipple stimulation alone, I was pretty close.
My lips continued to tingle, lit from the memory of that kiss. Unable to take my own teasing anymore, I pushed
“Oh, Gio…” I moaned. Breathless after I’d used the shower head to make me cum, I collapsed against the wall. As the hot water pelted my skin softly, I asked. “Why do you have to be so gorgeous? Why do you have to be so hot? So fucking sexy?”
Gio caved under our pressure, and brought Riley over. She sat next to Dad and shared every detail of her day at school, including the way her teacher turned red when she saw Gio.
“I think she thinks Daddy’s cute.” She giggled.
“Is he?” Vit asked, winking at me. I bit my lip and giggled nervously. Of course he is. He’s fucking gorgeous.
“Daddy’s cute but he has cooties,” Riley replied matter-of-factly, as if we should all know better than to ask. “All boys do.”
“Really?” Dad inquired. He grabbed Riley and tickled her before she laughed into submission. When he let up, he kissed her on the forehead. “There’s some more cooties for ya.”
“I like your cooties, uncle Vit.”
My heart warmed looking at them play. Gio and I sat on opposite sides of the couch. She looked over at her father, who pouted at her from across the room.
“Don’t pout. I like your cooties too, Daddy.”
She ran across the room, and climbed on the couch to hug her father. He kissed her forehead. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
Even then, I realized, as much as I still tingled all over with the feels from Gio’s lips, I wasn’t what he was looking for. Hell, he wasn’t what I was looking for. Not at this stage of my life.
My career was just getting started. I needed to focus on my job, and on Dad, making sure his health was taken care of. Love was convenient to fantasize about, yet there was just no place for it in my reality.
Still though, I felt a pang as I realized, wow, I would love to have a little family of my own someday.
19
Valencia
Daddy’s cardiology appointment had come and gone next Friday afternoon, but its outcome had stayed with us.
He had a serious heart condition.
He needed surgery to correct it.
Open heart surgery, to be precise.
I was devastated, completely devastated, by the news. There were risks involved with those kind of procedures, and even if they had considerably lessened over time with technological improvement, I still wasn’t comfortable with the idea of my father’s heart being cut open.
Dad, however, took it in stride. “It’s a part of life sweetheart. Thousands of people have them every day.”
“You’ll be out of work for at least a week, Dad. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you that long.”
He caressed my cheek. “Don’t worry, darling. You know I’m going to be back to normal in no time.”
Maybe I was the only one in shock. Gio seemed to accept the news much more easily than I had.
“We’re prepared for this,” he said. His tone was neutral, and didn’t give away his feelings. Dad’s eyes questioned what he meant. He nodded and replied, “Valencia and I spoke about the Frisco project. She’s on board with taking over as project manager.”
He looked at me. “We’ve been working on it since last week. You were right. She’s a natural at this.”
Dad beamed with pride. “Of course she is. That’s my darling.”
That evening, while Dad was settled at home, resting per doctor’s orders, I was heading down to the office. I’d agreed to meet Gio at the office to go over some more paperwork. We’d be alone, since it was Friday, and nobody stayed past 5.
Due to the fact that we were working after hours, I kept a homely profile. My hair was styled in loose curls, secured by a jeweled headband. My gray pajama pants had pink plaid print, accompanied with a gray ribbed tank and hoodie. Givenchy slides, as always, adorned my feet.
Gio was just as casual himself. He donned a clean white t-shirt and navy gym sweats with the Cowboys logo on them. The shirt was just the right fit to give me visual access to his washboard abs and ripped chest.
Working side by side started off like any normal experience, except for the intense sexual tension between us.
For the past week, we’d shared discreet glances at one another. I’d often catch him staring at my tits when he thought I wasn’t looking. The way his eyes lingered on them turned me on, and I’d feel my pussy twitch with delight, ordering me to savor the moment to masturbate to later when I was alone.
I deliberately wore the tightest tank I could find, because I wanted to tease him while we worked. I even made sure to add a dash of shimmery FlowerBomb powder to make my chest sparkle.
He came ready to tease as well. Gio’s fresh cologne filled the air with his ambience, smothering my senses with persistent, constant reminders that an Italian god was sitting next to me.
We were ironing out a few details when we hit a tight spot in the numbers. After a little head-butting, we came to a solution that satisfied the both of us.
“You’re an excellent negotiator. High five!” Gio raised his hand, and I slapped my palm against it. Reflexively, our fingers intertwined and he clasped his fingers over my hand. I felt a line of nervous pressure bear down the middle of my chest. My body was ever-present, full of hopeful anticipation.
Gio looked into my eyes as he turned my hand over and brought it to his lips. This sexy fucking beast! The kiss was slow, with just enough moistness to make that sucking sound that comes from a juicy, succulent, passionate kiss.
“You’ve become such an amazing woman, Valencia.”
Zayum Zaddy. He had game.
“Thank you, Gio.” I blushed. To further tease him in this moment of sensual authenticity, I poked my chest, and her hard, ready nipples, out for his viewing pleasure. His pupils dilated as he looked.
I swear he was ready to be breastfed, and I was ready to nourish.
He groaned, eyes drunk with lust as he confessed. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.” He gripped his cock, thick through his pants, and shook his head. “You are causing me a lot of grief right now.”
I licked my lips as I looked at him. “Oh really?”
He chuckled, eyes low and horny. “Yes. You know good and damn well this ain’t right.”
“No?” I questioned. “But you’re the one who made the first move. If I recall, you’re the one that kissed me goodnight.”
“I don’t regret it…”
“Okay then.” I pushed my hand out slightly, silently ordering him to give me another kiss. He complied, and this time slid out his tongue. Capturing my finger between his lips, he sucked on it nice and slow. His tongue caressed the underside and I moaned.
“Fuck.” I moaned, my nipples hardening even more.
My pussy was feeling so wet and creamy between my thighs. As if on cue, he pulled my finger from his mouth.
“Let me taste it.”
“Huh?” My voice went up a few notes, obviously caught off guard by his demand.
“Stop playing around,” he pushed. “Rub your fingers in that pussy and let me taste it.”
20
Gio
These erotic Hunger Games Valencia and I were playing had to end. I couldn’t fucking help it. I wanted this girl, and she wanted me.
Until recently, I may have been like an uncle, but I wasn’t her uncle. And by the way she looked in my eyes at my request, there wasn’t anything wrong with my bold and open demand.
We were two grown adults…
We could handle ourselves.
Valencia the Vixen was dying to come out and play. However, when pushed, Valencia the Virginal actually came to the surface. I could see the fight in her eyes, so I took control. She attempted to close her eyes, but I refused to let her hide.
“Look at me while you do it,” I demande
d, voice husky. “I need to see you look at me when you touch yourself.”
She steadied her gaze on me. I anchored myself, sinking both feet into the ground as I squared myself in the chair, hand gripping the base of my thick shaft. She nearly drooled when I squeezed my meat.
Watching the mixture of innocence and naughtiness develop in her expression turned me on tremendously. I watched that feminine hand slide itself down the front of those gray flannel pjs and swirl in her sweet center. Her eyes slanted in pleasure as her head tilted back and she moaned, the soft “oh” that made you realize heaven was real.
“Oooh, that’s right baby.” I stroked my cock. “Put that sugar on my tongue.”
I opened my mouth, leaning forward with tongue out, ready to show her I was hungry for her. She reached forward, those beautiful nipples still hard as ever and placed her fingertips on the tip of my tongue. I slid my tongue up between the slit of her fingers, groaning in pleasure while keeping every ounce of eye contact.
“Got. Fucking. Damn.” I slurped loud and nasty on her fingers. “That pussy tastes so fucking good.”
“Here.” I slapped my hand on the desk. “Get up here, pull your pants down, and spread those creamy thighs so you can feed me that pussy.”
She stood up, nervous yet obedient, ready to do my will. I went to the front and locked the office door. We used electronic codes, but there was an extra latch that worked from the inside to prevent unwanted entry and extra security.
Nobody would disturb this groove.
On the way back in, I was surprised to see her… spread eagle for my pleasure. It was a beautiful sight to see, those thick, curvy legs nearly split in a perfect line to each side of the desk, those chubby little feet and their soft soles naked.
She leaned back on her elbows, cheeks red, those gorgeous brown eyes looking at me with a mixture of obedience and need, telling me she’d do anything I wanted her to do.