Still, he didn’t think it was bad that Julia was taken with Daphne. Daphne looked to him for advice a few times but he just let her be. Daphne was fine; she just needed time before she was talking to Julia easily and James was cleaning up the dishes left from dinner.
He put a movie on and grabbed blankets for them all. The girls got cozy as Julia explained about the movie. James grabbed popcorn as both Julia and Daphne quieted as the movie played.
He sat down with Daphne between him and Julia.
Daphne was idly playing with Julia’s hair as they watched the movie.
“We should watch Ant and Iris! You’d like it. Iris is a hedgehog that is lost from his home and Ant is a dog who helps him home!” Julia continued to extol the movie’s virtues and James could only give in under Julia’s look and Daphne’s slight smile.
After some time, he looked over at the two girls.
Julia had fallen asleep on the couch, curling up to Daphne, who had fallen asleep with her arm resting on Julia.
James turned down the volume on the television and shifted from his position, startling Daphne awake.
She looked around, bleary-eyed, as James moved to gather Julia.
Daphne slowly removed her arm, stretching and moving.
Julia squirmed, complaining about being moved. James picked her up like a baby, holding her back as he walked her upstairs and put her to bed. He walked back down to find Daphne trying to wake herself up and looking groggy.
“Do you want to stay here?” James asked.
“I should be getting back,” Daphne said.
“You’ve got to put your boots on, then your jacket, then get in your cold car and drive an hour home, or you can stay here. I have a spare toothbrush—it’s probably a kid’s one, though.” James grinned.
Daphne lazily hit him in the shoulder, her fist holding no power. Her protest didn’t last long. “Fine, you win. Do you have a spare set of boxers and t-shirt?”
“I would hope so.” James laughed and led her upstairs. He quickly grabbed clothes for her to sleep in and passed them to her. She went off into the bathroom and James stripped down into his boxers, getting into bed.
Daphne came back from the washroom as James was already feeling his eyes grow tired.
She got under the sheets and snuggled in close with him, curling around him.
James squeezed her in a hug. Her smell filled his nose as he relaxed, falling asleep with a smile on his face.
***
“Dad.” Julia walked into James’s room, yawning as she did so and rubbing her eyes.
Daphne shifted, trying to go back to sleep as James seemed to be turning conscious. Daphne felt a weight on the sheets and then a small leg on her calf before another on her side. She looked up to see Julia dropping on her father like an amateur wrestler.
James let out a gust of air as she landed on his gut.
“Dad, why aren’t you awake,” Julia complained.
“Julia, no jumping,” James said.
Julia seemed to notice Daphne was there.
What the hell do I do? Daphne realized how she was still curled up around James.
“Hi, Daphne.” Julia yawned. She didn’t seem fazed by the fact there was a woman in James’s bed.
“Go and wash up. I’ll make some crepes,” James said, still sounding half asleep.
“Pancakes! Woo-hoo!” Julia bounced on James’s chest, making him expel air with each bounce.
“Will, you, stop, that?”
“Pancakes!” Julia jumped off the bed and rushed off.
Daphne looked up at James.
“A Julia Waters’s good morning,” he said, as if it were a matter of course. “I know how you like to lie in. I’ll get Julia sorted. Come down when you want to. There’s a bathrobe in the bathroom if you want.” James kissed her quickly before he got up and pulled on sweatpants and a sweater.
Daphne made a pleased noise. James’s bed was really comfortable. She felt his leftover warmth and dozed off again.
She woke up some time later. Stretching, she got out of bed and grabbed the oversized bathrobe. She pulled it around herself and headed downstairs.
She found that Julia was eating her way through a pile of crepes while her dad was pouring himself coffee.
“Morning.” James smiled. “Want a coffee?”
“Mmm,” Daphne said.
“Hi, Daphne!” Julia said, so awake for the hour.
“Morning, Julia.” Daphne sat down at the counter.
Julia looked as though she were deep in thought as James gave Daphne a coffee, remembering her preferences.
Daphne took in a deep breath and then sipped the coffee, feeling better already.
“There’s lots of people around but I don’t think Dad has ever had a girl stay in his room before,” Julia said, looking thoughtful.
James nearly inhaled his coffee and started to cough.
Daphne smiled behind her own cup. “I’m your dad’s special friend. We’re dating,” Daphne said, leaving nothing behind.
Julia nodded, turning to Daphne fully. “Then will you be my new mom?”
“Ummm…” Daphne looked to James with wide eyes.
“If she’s lucky enough.” James looked to Daphne.
See if I don’t get you back for that one. Daphne narrowed her eyes as she sipped her coffee.
***
Daphne hung around until after lunch. James and Julia saw her off as she climbed into her car and left them behind.
As she drove, she couldn’t help but think of James, her relationship with him and also Julia.
If she wanted to pursue this relationship, then Julia would be a part of it. Julia was a sweet girl, though that was a lot of responsibility. She wasn’t sure she was ready for it.
She took a deep breath and smiled to herself. She said that she wouldn’t run away and she wouldn’t. The future was unknown but she knew she liked James and Julia.
She just hoped that Julia liked her back.
Chapter New Year’s
Christmas came and went. James and Daphne had gone on three more dates but hadn’t moved any further.
Daphne couldn’t help but smile when she got a text from him and Julia messaged her sometimes now too.
She was starting to imagine and think of a future together, but would quickly dismiss it as fairy tales.
James and Julia went back to British Columbia for Christmas, but Daphne and James had planned out their next date.
Would you be my New Years date? James texted her.
You going to ask someone else? ?? She’d replied.
Just wanted to make sure you had a dress, something about a skirt that’s so sexy.
Skirts huh? ??
Easier…access ??
Daphne couldn’t help but read over the message, an aching and a longing between her legs. With all of the dates, her attraction toward James had only increased, making it harder and harder to not take him home and recreate what they’d done in her camper.
Daphne touched up her lipstick in the mirror and adjusted her dress. She had bought it just because of tonight, with a mesh centerpiece and side pieces to emphasize her curves and draw James’s eyes.
She checked her heels and looked over herself, filled with confidence. She fought to not bite her tongue, thinking about James in his suit and wondering how he would look at her in the dress.
As it was a public event, they couldn’t do anything together or else it might affect their case. That only made it more thrilling.
She pulled on her jacket, hiding her dress underneath. Her phone vibrated, telling her that her taxi was there.
***
Daphne walked through the front door of the venue. People looked over to the entrance to see who had arrived. As she took off her jacket, the number of stares only increased.
Daphne entered the party with a smile. Looking around, she caught the eye of James. He excused himself from his conversation and headed over to her.
She didn’
t miss the way that he checked her out, or the way his eyes darkened with hunger.
“Miss Thomas, it’s good to see you.” He hugged her briefly.
“You too, James.” She smiled, keeping things simple. She could see the laughter in his eyes and almost hit him with her clutch.
“It’s been too long since I saw you last. How were your holidays?” James asked, guiding her away.
His eyes stayed rooted to her. She was thrilled at their need to hide from everyone and her mind even started to think of dirtier and more provocative things that they could do in public. The more she had seen James, the greater her desire had become, to the point that she masturbated daily to try to satisfy her craving for him.
They talked about what they had done in their time apart and talked a bit about the case. James introduced her to others he knew, as she did the same for him. They worked the room with ease, veterans with networking, and helped the other when needed.
It seemed so natural as they flowed through it all.
They moved to a darker corner of the bar where there was no one around, now with drinks in hand.
James leaned over to whisper in her ear, his hand hidden by his body as he grabbed her ass. “I feel like that dress is making me lose my self-control.”
Daphne looked over. She turned to face him, her body hiding her hand now as she ran her nails on the inside of his thigh. “Maybe I want you to.” Daphne’s eyes flashed. Her nipples hardened as her mind started to imagine different scenarios.
“Countdown, everyone!” someone yelled out as the televisions started to show the countdown to midnight.
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One! Happy New Year!”
People kissed and others clinked drinks together.
“To you, Miss Thomas.” James held up his glass.
“And you, Mister Waters.” Daphne tapped her glass to his and leaned in closer. “I hope you can make me scream tonight.” She gripped his leg and turned to face the room.
“Was that an invitation?” James asked next to Daphne’s ear, so close she could feel his breath.
She looked at him with a smile, her silence telling him all he needed to know.
“I think I might grab a taxi at the Tim Hortons down the road.” Daphne pulled out her phone and showed where she was thinking.
“Someone was thinking ahead?” James smiled.
“Someone was thinking that she wanted you tonight.” Daphne’s words seemed to make James speechless, She could tell that his hunger for her had been ignited. “See you in fifteen?”
“Going to need some way to work out this energy.”
Daphne laughed and turned to walk away, feeling James’s eyes on her as she walked tall and with confidence. She made small talk with a few people and said a few good-byes before heading out of the venue.
The thrill of flirting with James under all of their noses, the secret rendezvous—it was tantalizing, almost scandalous.
She quickly headed off to the meet-up spot. It wasn’t long until James appeared, going down the side of the Tim Hortons.
“I called a taxi,” Daphne said.
“Good. We’ve got at least five minutes,” James said.
She pulled him to her, kissing him deeply.
His hand slipped under her jacket and skirt. He ran a finger over her panties, teasing her through her clothes as her need only increased. Even as they kissed each other hungrily, his finger moved slowly, only heightening the ache between her legs and making her squirm as she needed more. She needed him.
She grabbed at his crotch, finding a noticeable bulge there and eliciting a sense of accomplishment, knowing how she had been driving him crazy as well. “Good to see you’re ready.” A smile appeared on her face.
James pressed against her slowly, making her move her legs as she leaned forward into him. “I don’t think I’m the only one,” he whispered in her ear.
She saw that teasing, lustful look in his eyes. Her body turned into an electric wire under that look.
She kissed him, biting his lower lip hard before pulling back, using the wall as support, her breathing rushed. Her cheeks flushed; her bountiful chest strained against her dress as she breathed rapidly, looking around to make sure no one saw them.
James made to move forward but stopped his movements, reaching into his jacket to grab his phone. “Taxi is here.” He shifted his pants to accommodate his engorged self.
“Be needing that soon.” Daphne ran her nails over his pants.
James let out a frustrated noise and she could see the need in his eyes.
Quickly, he moved to the exit of the alleyway. Daphne followed behind. He checked around, making sure that there was no one there before he and Daphne moved to the taxi that was rolling up the street. They hailed it down and jumped into the backseat.
“Fifty-seven Bay Street, please,” Daphne said.
“Can do. Happy New Year’s, you two!” the taxi driver said.
“You too,” Daphne said, James smiling and nodding as well.
The two of them held themselves in check in the taxi, just holding hands. When their eyes met, the lust there forced them to look away or else they might do something unwanted in the back of the taxi.
“We’re here,” the taxi driver said.
“Thanks,” James said as Daphne was already out of the taxi. James quickly paid the man and got out.
Daphne opened the door to her apartment building.
They passed through the lobby, their hands finding each other’s as they got to the elevator and stepped inside.
James pushed Daphne against the wall of the elevator. His body pushed against hers as he kissed her hungrily. She let out a light moan as she pressed her legs together.
The elevator came to a stop and James let her go.
She quickly adjusted her clothes and walked out of the elevator and to her apartment. She worked on opening the door as James’s hand rested on her lower thigh and moved higher, coming to rest on her hip. She opened the door with an explosive push. She threw the keys and her clutch, turning around as James kicked the door closed.
They tore at each other’s clothing as Daphne walked backward, guiding him through the apartment. Jackets, shoes, James’s shirt and then pants.
Daphne tried getting her zipper.
James turned her around so she was facing her bed. He pushed her hair to the side, kissing her neck and unzipping her dress.
She grabbed the straps and pulled it down.
James looked over her milky skin, the curve of her bust and hips.
He pulled off his pants as she shrugged off her dress.
He grabbed her panties, slowly pulling them down before he pushed her forward so she was bent over, revealing everything from behind. James spread her open from behind. His tongue flickered out.
Daphne shuddered, arching her back. She knew how wet she’d become in anticipation.
James’s tongue explored, eliciting moans before she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Put it in,” she half-groaned/complained.
James stood and rubbed his erection against her opening, teasing her.
There was no awkwardness between them. It was as if they were back in that camper once again, exploring each other’s bodies. Now there was no fear of it ending: Daphne was his and James was hers.
This excitement, these feelings—she wanted to give him everything; she would do anything to please him and wanted all of him.
She let out noises of complaint, a soft whimper.
His tip caressed her once again.
She couldn’t take it anymore and pushed backward slowly, taking him inside her.
The two of them moaned as her back arched and she flicked her hair out of her sight. She looked up at the mirror, seeing the look of desire on his face. She had claimed him once again and he had taken her, seeing that look, and knowing his focus was her.
James grabbed her hips and thrust with deep, long, and slow strokes.
It was enough to make Daphne squirm in pleasure after the anticipation.
Their eyes locked with each other’s as Daphne’s breaths turned heavy, her nipples so hard they hurt. She grabbed his hand and directed it to her breast, showing him how he affected her. She pushed into him, wanting more.
He picked up speed, taking her from behind, dominating her. He pushed her down, taking control and opening her wider.
“Yes! Harder!” She was rewarded with him smacking her ass. The pain mixed with pleasure as she tensed up, letting out a shocked breath.
She was his—being taken like this, submitting to him. The ache in her hips was fire as she reached up and gently played with herself. All he wanted from her, she would give.
“Damn,” James groaned.
She grit her teeth. Her legs—her entire body—shook, tensing as she rode the pleasure. She wasn’t in control and it was bliss, her trust for James allowing her to submit.
At the mix of thoughts and desires, Daphne reached her climax. Her upper body moved without conscious commands. As she rose on her toes, they curled. She let out a breath that came from deep in her stomach as she clenched up.
James grabbed her by the neck, pulling her up as she still shuddered, making her watch as he drove into her from behind.
She arched her back more, feeling him hitting her deep. She couldn’t hold it in anymore; her hips spasmed and her teeth ground together as her eyes flickered open and closed.
James was nearing his end; she could feel it in his thrusts. He pulled out from her; her entire body shook as he pulled her up, turned her around, and pushed her down onto her knees.
She wanted to be his slave, she wanted to be punished, she wanted to be dominated.
She looked up into his eyes, pleading with him as the wetness between her legs showed her excitement. She grabbed him and worked him with her mouth and hand. She saw him reaching his end; she craved it, feeling the crazy heat that ran through her body and made her quiver.
“Shit,” James said in a release of ecstasy as he reached his limit.
Daphne closed her eyes as she felt hot stickiness on her lips, neck, breasts, and in her mouth. She opened her eyes as some of it touched her nipple, making her shiver.
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