My Dad’s Business Partner: A Forbidden Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  I giggle hard, “She sounds very particular.”

  He grins.

  “If you mean particular as in particularly dull, then yes. I don’t know how to fake being interested in crap like that.”

  I nod happily.

  “I never mastered it either. Mom’s into that kind of social climbing, and it bores me to tears.”

  He nods. “Yes, I remember Catherine Marshall. She probably would have been best friends with Meredith, come to think of it.”

  I cock my head at Gray.

  “I know you, Mom and Dad all met at college, but did you like Catherine? I guess I never asked before.”

  Gray thinks for a moment, choosing his words carefully. He’s so handsome that I can barely breathe, and yet I’m all ears, waiting for his answer.

  “Let’s just say your dad has always liked pretty things and Catherine was one of those things. She seemed okay before they were married but people change with time. Or maybe it was that her act got tiring after a while, and Brent didn’t want to put up with it anymore.”

  I nod.

  “Yeah, that sounds like my mom. She was always bugging me to join the Junior League, but not to help people. She only wanted me to be a member so that I could social climb and act catty to other women.”

  Gray nods, still thoughtful.

  “That would be the Catherine I remember. Do you still see her?”

  I shake my head.

  ‘Not much. I mean, after the divorce, she wasn’t really interested in me and Dad anymore. So I don’t think I’ve heard from her for four or five years now.”

  “Shit,” Gray whistles. “That’s cold.”

  I swallow hard.

  “Yeah, but it doesn’t bother me the way it used to. She gets a hefty alimony payment from my dad each month. As a result, Catherine’s free as a bird, and I’d just be holding her back.”

  Gray shakes his head.

  “I’m sorry, honey.”

  “No, don’t be,” is my bright reply. “But how did you meet my dad? I know it was in college, but he never told me the details.”

  He smiles, and I catch my breath at his animal magnetism.

  “Funny you’d ask. When I went to college, I wasn’t much of a joiner, but this one frat always had the best parties according to everyone. So I went to one of them to judge for myself, and some drunk asshole spilled his drink on me. I went hunting for a bathroom, and then a different asshole fell into the hallway and almost landed on me. Before I had a chance to yell at anyone, another guy stopped forward and said the asshole in the hallway had tried to attack a drunk sleeping girl in that room. So we took turns beating the shit out of that guy.”

  I stare at him.

  “And …?”

  “My partner in crime was your dad,” Gray says simply. “We pounded that kid to a bloody pulp, and I’ve never regretted it.”

  I gasp.

  “Holy cow. That’s insane. You guys were really violent back then.”

  He smiles and puts his drink down, his motions deliberate.

  “We were,” he acknowledges. “But we were young men then, and it was a different time and age. Now, there are cameras everywhere,” he says. “Who knows if we would have done the same today?”

  At the mention of cameras, my cheeks flush again because I sense that we’ve come to the meat of this conversation. Slowly, I put my drink down too and look deep into Gray’s blue eyes. I feel as if I’m falling into a vortex and being pulled into something deep, dangerous and exciting.

  “What do you want from me?” I whisper. “Is there something I can do to make up for my transgression this morning? I swear, I’ll do anything you like, Uncle Gray.”

  His answering smile is ravenous, and my thighs clench with need.

  5

  Gray

  * * *

  “Anything?” I ask, one black brow raised.

  The beautiful girl swallows heavily.

  “Anything,” Harlow says in a whisper, looking at me with those innocent caramel eyes. “I’m so sorry about what happened this morning. I promise it won’t happen again.”

  I chuckle, but it comes out sounding like a harsh bark.

  “Funny you’d say that, sweetheart, because I was hoping it would happen again. With me in the same room, in fact. Would that be something you’d enjoy?”

  For a moment, I think that Harlow’s going to run screaming. After all, I’m a much older man propositioning a young, innocent woman. Yet, her eyes darken suddenly, and her bosom trembles.

  She smiles seductively. “Well, I guess you never know where life will take you. I think I would like that, actually.”

  “Good, then it’s settled.” I look her over again as she shivers once more, those big breasts jiggling. “Are you cold, sweetheart?”

  She shakes her head and laughs, although it sounds a bit like a gasp.

  “No. Actually, I’m pretty warm.”

  “Then take off your t-shirt, sweetheart. Show me what you have.”

  She gasps and stares at me, flustered. But then she dips her chin and looks down.

  “Alright.” Slowly, she slides the thin fabric over her head, and I notice that her nipples are hard through her lacy bra. I could measure her pink crests right now if I wanted to, and my mouth waters hungrily.

  But this isn’t the time. I have to keep control for at least a little longer. I sip my Ginger Bliss.

  “I’m surprised you’re in such a fetching outfit, as it is. A t-shirt and a mini-skirt?”

  She tilts her head curiously. “Why is that? I didn’t mean to dress to impress.”

  I smirk.

  “No not exactly. But you used to come over wearing a lot less. Remember my old swimming pool slide?”

  She laughs.

  “Well, yeah, because you had the best slide and Dad would never get one. He didn’t see the need.” She rolls her eyes and sips her kombucha, while I choose my words carefully.

  “That’s a shame. You should have everything you ever want in life, Harlow.” Her cheeks redden, and she steals a quick glance at the bulge in my jeans before her warm brown eyes dart away. Harlow is many things but subtle is not one of them. Then, I see a stain on her bra.

  “You’re wet,” I say.

  Immediately, her cheeks flush and she looks down at her crotch before staring up at me again.

  “What?”

  “No sweetheart, on your bra.”

  I point to her chest and she sees the spilled drink on the lacy fabric before cursing.

  “Shit!”

  I reach for a kitchen towel and begin to blot at her bosom gently, but my hand lingers. Her eyes meet mine and my lips crave hers. My heart pounds in my chest. But I force myself to swallow my attraction and manage to growl, “If you’d like, you can go to the bathroom and wash your lingerie.”

  “I think that’s best,” she blurts, before she stumbles to my first-floor bathroom. I watch her ass sway, until it disappears behind my bathroom door.

  I curse myself. How could I be so ham-handed? Telling her to take off her t-shirt? I’m probably just a dirty old man in her mind, one whom she trusts to treat her with respect. Yet, I just tried to cop a feel.

  But Harlow’s nipples were stiff, and she was doing all sorts of things to herself in the bathroom at work. She’s not a kid, and I’m not some gross old pervert with gold chains nestled in my overgrown chest hair.

  I take care of myself. I’m a good looking guy, and I know signals when I see them. After all, fortune favors the bold, and I’m a man who takes what he likes.

  Stretching my legs, I stroll to the bathroom before knocking on the door. There’s a splash followed by a loud, “Fuck!” Harlow’s so flummoxed, that she flings the door open despite being in just her bra and a wet mini-skirt. “What? I swear, this kombucha is so hard to get out.”

  Without a word, I kiss her. My tongue slips between those plush lips, and she tastes like pineapples. She moans with pleasure, and I bend her back over my arm even further.
I hadn’t expected her to be so receptive so soon. I walk her further into the bathroom until her back hits the wall. She grunts into my mouth and I harden immediately. I love making her make that sound. My hard-on digs at her hip, like it has a mind of its own as Harlow grabs for the buttons on my shirt, her hands scrabbling. She gives up on them, and rips it open, buttons falling to the floor.

  I laugh hoarsely.

  “Sweetheart, I had no idea you were so desperate.”

  She merely stares into my eyes, one cup of her bra pushed down to reveal a huge, creamy breast.

  “I am, Gray,” she breathes. “Please.”

  That’s my signal. Like a caveman, I take her hands and pin them to the wall over her head, but then I say, “No one can ever know. Not your dad. Not your co-workers. Not even your best friend.”

  “Of course not,” she gasps. I kiss her, and bury myself in her sweetness. I kiss down her chin, then nibble the tender skin on her throat even as Harlow moans throatily again.

  “Let’s go upstairs,” I growl.

  She hisses as I bite gently at her throat.

  “Yes,” she mewls.

  I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to my bedroom, my lips on hers the whole time. I love feeling her curves so close to me, those big breasts smashed flat against my chest. Then I set her onto the end of my California King bed. The dark blue bedspread provides a beautiful backdrop against her creamy skin, and it’s an image I want to savor. I groan while unbuttoning my fly.

  “Seeing you like this, Harlow? It’s pure torture. You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

  She stares up at me. Her long dark curls tumble from her shoulders, exposing the curve of her delicate neck. Her luscious breasts are hardly contained by the flesh-toned bra, and the lace almost bites into the skin there. But it’s the expression of lust in her mesmerizing eyes that gets me. I want to watch them roll into the back of her head when she comes. I warn her, “I’ve wanted you for ages now sweetheart. It might get a little rough, so brace yourself.”

  She gasps, her pupils dilating as she stares up at me. But then Harlow bites her lips and murmurs, “That’s okay because I want it just as much as you do, Gray.”

  I bring my lips close to her ear and ask, “Are you going to be a good girl for me? Or are you a bad girl?”

  Her voice shakes and thickens as she murmurs, “I don’t know about good or bad, but I’ll be your dirty girl.”

  Immediately, my senses tingle like a live wire.

  “Fuck, that’s the right answer,” I breathe into her ear. I kiss Harlow even as my fingers deftly unhook her front-closure bra. Her breasts spring free of their confines, and I sit back, breathtaken by their beauty. They’re enormous and creamy, with pink crests that stand upright, beckoning to me.

  “Shit baby,” I growl hoarsely before bending my head for a taste. “I can’t wait to see if your pussy is the same raw pink as your nipples.”

  I greedily nibble and suck on them, and I can see my stubble is abrading Harlow’s fine skin. But she seems to love it; her hands keep pressing against the back of my head and holding me there. My palms slip from her tits to her sides, and I roughly turn her around. I bite her neck and pull her skirt up around her waist. My right-hand slides into her panties as I toy with her clit.

  “Christ, you’re so wet.”

  “Mm, fuck, yes,” she gasps, squirming a bit beneath my touch. “Oh yes!”

  I lick the teeth marks I left on her neck, and then snarl, “You like when I touch you there?”

  “Yes,” she pants.

  “How about when I touch you here?” I growl as my fingers slide into her pulsing snatch. Her entire body shudders and squirms as she mewls desperately, tossing her curls back. Then unexpectedly, Harlow loses her balance and falls forward onto the bed with that big bottom in the air, my fingers buried deep in her twat.

  “YES!” she screams.

  I take a moment to enjoy the view of her bent over on the mattress. My fingers drift away from her, leaving a wet trail of nectar around her hip. A half-whisper leaps from my mouth, “God, that ass.”

  Then, I pull her panties down her legs while she wriggles out of them. When she tries to remove the skirt, I swat her hands.

  “Leave that on. Stay still, just like that.”

  My blood is thundering in my body. I slowly stroke the tender skin on her ass cheek, and just as I think of swatting her there, a different urge comes over me. I take my jeans off and step closer.

  My hard-on presses against her but I don’t enter her. I want to hear her say it. “Tell me what you want, Harlow.”

  “I want you to make love to me,” she pants, bumping her bottom up and down slightly, as if tempting me. I take a long look at that gleaming pink slit but make no move.

  “A bent-over girl doesn’t get in this position to make love,” I tell her. “Tell me what you really want.” She’s quiet for a moment and panic seizes my heart. Oh shit. Have I gone too far?

  But then Harlow speaks again, her voice low. “I want you to fuck me. Is that what you want to hear, Gray?”

  It is. In response, I lift her legs and toss her up the bed. She squeals from the throw, and it’s all I can do not to thrust into her right then. But I’m going to take my time and enjoy this. I pull her skirt away and now, she’s utterly nude before me, with those big breasts splayed on her chest and that pink slit dripping heavily. She stares with open lust as her eyes caress each inch of my body.

  Slowly, I climb up her body, kissing her delicate skin along the way. She spreads her legs open for me, but I hover over her, my huge head just nudging her tiny opening.

  “If we do this, Harlow, I want all of you. I can’t share you. You’ll belong to me.”

  She looks for a long moment into my eyes, the air thick between us. But then she nods.

  “I’m yours, Gray,” she murmurs in assent.

  “No one else’s.”

  “Yes, sir,” she gasps.

  “You are my filthy, nasty little girl,” I groan, and then rub the head of my cock around her wet clit. It’s such a delicious torment; I want all of her, but I only feed her enough to keep her on the edge. She trembles against me, so I give her a little more. Finally, I can’t take it anymore either. I ease myself into her, and I lose my fucking mind when she screams in ecstasy.

  “Oh, fuck yes!” comes her wail.

  My hips press deeper into her wet pussy and I wanted to come right then. She’s so fucking tight! I shudder once I’m completely surrounded by those wet walls, her pussy clamping down on me while rippling with pleasure. I hook my arms under her shoulders, so my hands wrap over her shoulders, and now, I have Harlow pinned inside and out. She couldn’t escape me if she tried.

  The girl’s fingernails dig into my ribs, like she’s yearning for something solid to cling to. My cock brushes against her G-spot, and her lashes flutter every time I hit it.

  “Mmm,” she grunts heavily. “Oh god.”

  Her back arches and those big breasts are flush against my chest now as our hips bang against one another. My kisses are hungry things because I want to devour her, and it’s all I can do to stay in the moment.

  “You’re going to come, aren’t you?” I hiss.

  “YES!” she shrieks.

  “But not yet,” I rasp, pulling out.

  Her eyes flick open and she whines.

  “What? Why?!”

  In seconds, I flip her over and growl, “Because I have to know what this feels like.” I pull her onto her knees, push my cock into her from behind, and press her head down onto the bedspread. I hold her hips so tight that I’m sure there will be bruises in the morning, and it makes me smirk. I pound into her and groan, “Your tight pussy is like a greedy little mouth, you’re sucking onto me so hard. Damn, slutty girl, you feel good.”

  “I want to make you feel good, Gray,” she moans in return.

  But then I pull out again, flip her onto her back, and say, “I have to see your face when I make you come.”

>   “Please!” she squeaks in desperation. “Oh god, Gray, I need it so bad!”

  “Yes, my little piece of filth, I’ll give it to you.” I thrust in and fill her up. But then I lean back. One hand pulls her right leg away, and the other hand plays with her clit.

  She huffs and thrusts herself at me, “Fuck, yes, please, Gray, please!”

  “You’re close again?” I tease.

  “Yeah!” she whines.

  “Tell me where my cock is, baby.”

  “In my pussy,” she pants.

  “No, baby,” I slow down. “This isn’t your pussy anymore, is it?”

  She gasps, “This pussy belongs to you, Gray. It’s your pussy!”

  “That’s right, you filthy little slut,” I rasp while speeding up again. This time, the sensations are too much and Harlow erupts on my cock. Her hands desperately grasp at the bedspread as her back arches. She mutters nonsensical sounds and her eyes roll back in her head, showing only the whites. Meanwhile, I bang her like a drum and keep the beat on her clit. I cock my hips against her and grind harder into her G-spot. She screams even louder as a second orgasm rushes through her body.

  As her scream dies down, my own comes. With a roar, I toss my head back as my hips strain.

  “Fuck…YES!”

  It’s my turn now. Hot come shoots into Harlow and she moans for it all, sucking it in deep. I want everything the woman has to give me, so I toy with her clit again as she takes my male liquid. She begs me to stop, saying she’s too sensitive, but I merely kiss her again, while my hips thrust continue to thrust, making her squirm with pleasure.

  My sweat drips onto her chin, so I lick her clean there before I kiss her again. I pant, “You’re amazing, my little slut.”

  She doesn’t even blink at the derogatory term. Her voice is merely breathy as she gasps, “Thank you, sir.”

  6

  Harlow

  * * *

  A few weeks later, I find myself nude on Gray’s lap in his office. His assistant has gone home for the day, but she also knows never to barge into his office, so we have plenty privacy. Gray’s scrolling through Pornhub and settles on the “blow job” category. His lips graze my ear as he murmurs, “How about her?”