Stroked by my Dad's Best Friend_A Billionaire Secret Baby Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “Jolie? Is Bran making you uncomfortable?” Alice’s voice had hardened and she was glaring at her daughter now, shooting daggers from her eyes. Jolie looked at her mother and then at Brandon again, and a half-hearted smile formed on her face.

  “No, of course not. Sure, I’ll stay. Maybe just a couple of days,” she said and Alice clapped her hands again; her good mood returning quickly.

  “Come upstairs with me, honey. I’ll take you to your room,” Alice said and for a few moments, after she had left, Jolie and Brandon were alone in the living room again. But she said nothing, she just walked away without giving him a second look.

  Chapter 11

  They were sitting across from each other at the dining table. Jolie fiddled with the cutlery in front of her, and her toes were flexed in her shoes. Their housekeeper was serving them their five course meal and they were already in their second. Other than her mom, neither of them had spoken much.

  Jolie still couldn’t believe that she was sitting in front of him again.

  “Are you still working at the magazine?” her mom interrupted her thoughts and Jolie turned to her, still feeling like she was in some kind of cruel nightmare. Most of her food remained untouched on her plate.

  “Yes, I’m still there mom,” she said and noticed the way Brandon kept stealing glances at her. He was sitting beside her mom, who was leaning purposely towards her husband, trying to make it clear to her daughter that they were in a loving relationship.

  Jolie on the other hand, had received a first-hand demonstration of how loving that relationship actually was.

  Despite how sick the situation was making her feel, seeing Brandon again had knocked the breath right out of her. Try as she might, she still couldn’t bring herself to hate him. The man who had cheated on her mother…

  “I’ve flipped through the magazine, it’s too high fashion for me. Who knows? Now I might be able to actually afford some of the things you people write about,” her mom said and threw back her head and laughed. Jolie’s eyes met Brandon’s briefly, and he dragged his gaze away to look at his wife.

  “Of course,” he said, in a quiet and courteous voice and Jolie watched, with her stomach turning as her mother leaned towards her husband and planted a long wet kiss on his cheek.

  Jolie had to grip her fork tightly, to stop herself from screaming. That’s what she wanted to do. She wanted to scream till her throat was chaffed and her lungs were completely empty of air. And she couldn’t even blame him. Brandon was being attentive to his wife and the perfect host to her.

  “Which magazine do you work for, Jolie?” he asked her then, laying special emphasis on her full name. As though calling her that might change what had already happened between them.

  “Dot,” she replied bluntly, keeping her eyes on the plate. She wondered if her mother had any idea that there was a tension in the room. A sexual tension. That Jolie’s body was trembling with desire for the man her mother had married.

  “I’ve heard of it. You guys do a stellar job. A lot of my friends’ wives swear by it,” Brandon said, as he popped a carefully cut piece of steak into his mouth.

  Hearing him praise the magazine, made Jolie’s cheeks flush and she gulped down wine from the glass beside her. When she looked up, she caught Brandon’s eyes on her again, watching her drink.

  “Maybe I’ll start swearing by it too. Fill my closets with those gorgeous clothes and jewelry,” her mom said, and turned to her husband and pouted. Jolie watched as Brandon forced himself to smile at his wife and then continued to eat.

  They ate in silence for some time longer, till the third course was brought in. Then he rested his cutlery on his plate and pushed his chair back.

  “What’s the matter?” her mom turned to him, looking aghast.

  “I’m full. The dinner was lovely, Alice. I think I’m going to go set up my study now,” Brandon said and then stood up from his chair. Jolie felt her throat run dry. The whole time that he was sitting there, she had tried to avoid his eyes. Now that he was going to leave the room, she was desperate for him to stay. She didn’t even know what she wanted.

  “Okay, honey, you go ahead. We girls will chat,” her mom said and Brandon smiled at her, before turning to Jolie.

  “I might retire right after, so I’ll see you girls in the morning. Goodnight, Jolie,” he said and without waiting for a response, he had left the dining room.

  Jolie felt like the food had turned to rubber in her mouth. She couldn’t taste it anymore. All she wished for was her mom to disappear, so that she could just scream in peace. Get it all out of her system.

  “Isn’t he a handsome devil? He hasn’t fully moved in yet, he has to travel so often for work. But his only criteria for the new house was that there should be a big private study for himself,” her mom was speaking again and Jolie tried to concentrate on the words.

  “Why did he say he’ll see you in the morning? Won’t he see you tonight?” Jolie blurted out, and immediately turned her face to her plate. She didn’t want her mother to see the tension in her eyes.

  Her mother laughed nervously, searching for the right words to use.

  “Oh, it’s just a silly thing. He has his own bedroom in the house. He said that we both need our privacy, and since he’s rarely ever here, I didn’t mind. It doesn’t really affect our sex life of course!” her mother was laughing and Jolie felt the back of her neck burn up. The last thing she wanted to hear was a testimony from her mother, regarding their sex life. And from the fidgety expression on her face, Jolie had a feeling that the testimony was untrue. It definitely affected their sex life.

  She couldn’t help but feel a small sense of victory, a guilty pleasure at that, and she tried to wash it down with some more wine.

  Chapter 12

  Brandon had barely managed to set up his study in the past hour and a half that he had been in there. His trunks of books lay open by the door and now he had settled himself behind his large oak desk. A half-drunk glass of Single Malt swirled in his hand, as he tried to iron out the thoughts in his head.

  Jo was in the same house as him. She was his new step daughter. Everything had happened so fast, that he didn’t have the time to think. Now, that he had a quiet hour and a half to himself, he still couldn’t come up with a solution.

  What was he supposed to do? He should have left the moment he saw her in their living room, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tear himself away from her. The burning attraction between them was still going strong. He still wanted her.

  The soft knock on his study door snapped him out of his thoughts.

  He had been leaning back on his chair and he quickly straightened himself up. Was it Alice? Her knock was never this soft.

  “Come in,” he called out and when the door opened, he saw Jo step delicately into the room. She was quick to turn and lock the door behind her.

  “I wanted to have a word,” she said and in the dim light of the study, he saw her blue eyes looking icy cold. Her face was set firmly, and she was carrying herself stiffly. Despite all that, she looked sexy as Hell. His gaze dropped immediately to her breasts. Her silk blouse was like butter melting around her torso, her pale skin looked smooth and translucent in the dim light.

  “Yes, that would be wise,” he said and Jo stepped towards him.

  “Where is your mother?” he asked her and he watched as she tucked stray strands of red hair behind her ears. Her cheeks were still flushed and she was still trying to avoid his eyes; even though they were the only ones in the room.

  “She said she was going to bed, that was forty-five minutes ago. I waited in my room and came here only when I could hear her snoring,” Jo said and stood beside the chair across from his desk.

  Brandon took a sip of his whisky and then tipped the glass towards her.

  “Drink?” he asked her and she shook her head. He saw how young she was, how they were decades apart in age. When he was with her though, he forgot about that. All he knew was that she was a wo
man who he was madly attracted to.

  “I just want to talk,” she said and Brandon took in a deep breath.

  “Jo, you should know, that I had no idea who you were,” he said and her plump lips pressed together. The lips he wanted to suck on, the mouth he wanted to pry open with his tongue. He jerked his face away from her, because looking at her was making him hard. He could already feel his cock reacting to her presence in the room.

  “I believe you. It was just a horrible coincidence. I didn’t even know that mom had married again, leave alone married to you!” she said and he watched her lick her lips.

  “Okay, so we can just leave it at that then? It was just a horrible coincidence?” he asked, and realized that his voice had turned hoarse. He hadn’t even expected to see her again, leave alone have this conversation with her.

  Jo tucked in some imaginary hair behind her ears and turned her face to the carpet.

  “Yes, I suppose we should,” she said.

  Brandon stared at her through the silence that followed. She was still standing beside the chair, and the more he watched her, the more his cock grew in his pants. He wished she would just leave so that he could relieve himself. Now that he could never have her, fantasies of her would have to suffice.

  Jo looked up at him suddenly and he noticed that her blue eyes had gotten wider.

  “But…” she said and he studied her face intently.

  “But?” he urged her on and Jo took a few steps around the desk. Brandon shifted in his chair, aware that she would be able to see the raging erection in his pants if she came any closer.

  “But, I still want you, Brandon,” she said and he took in a deep breath.

  “You ran away from me last night”

  “I was being foolish. I thought that by running away, I could stop wanting you,” she replied, walking around the desk and closer to him now.

  “I’ll leave then. First thing tomorrow morning,” he said firmly and their eyes met. Jo had walked closer to him. He knew she could see his boner, and for a few moments, she allowed her gaze to remain on his crotch. He didn’t even try to hide it anymore, what was the point?

  “Do you want me too?” she asked and he felt like he was choking up.

  “There is nothing more that I want right now, than you, Jo!” he said and she gulped.

  In silence, he watched as she knelt down on the carpet and then got on her hands. He was still in shock as he saw her crawling towards him.

  “Jo…” he breathed her name, as she came to a stop right at his knees. Her face was at level with his lap, she was craning her face up to look at him.

  “Don’t say anything, Brandon, please. Just let me do this for you and then maybe we can move on,” she said and he knew he had no power in him to resist. She was the first woman he had met who had this kind of a hold on him, and he was helpless against it.

  Chapter 13

  Jolie parted her lips as she reached for the zip on Brandon’s tailored pants. He was sitting on his leather chair with his hands pressing down on the arms. She could see it in his eyes…that he knew this was a bad idea, but neither of them could help themselves.

  She was slow with the zip and then proceeded to the patent leather belt. He helped her after that, to slide his pants down to the middle of his thighs.

  Jolie felt her belly tighten when she laid eyes on his strong muscular thighs, with a light dusting of dark hair. She ran her fingertips over his thighs, and rejoiced in the feeling of his muscles tightening.

  “Jo…” he breathed her name gruffly and reached for her hair. He was holding a bunch of her hair in his hands, keeping her face tilted up towards him.

  “This shouldn’t be happening. I’m married to your mother,” he said in a deep guttural growl, like he was mad at himself. Before she could even respond to that, he had leaned forward and they were kissing.

  This time the kiss was even wilder. Like they were two caged animals who were suddenly let free. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she sucked on it. His grip on her hair tightened and within seconds, Jolie could feel herself getting out of breath.

  She parted from him forcefully, and their lips smacked. He was breathing just as hard as she was.

  Dragging her gaze away from him, she reached for his cock. Slowly, she pulled it out from the gap in his briefs. This was the first time she was seeing Brandon Calloway’s cock and she tried to hide the gasp that escaped her lips.

  He was a big man, which was something to be expected given that he was at least a foot taller than her. His cock was thick and large, with angry desperate veins on the sides and a smooth velvety tip. He grunted when she pulled it out, taking a few seconds to stare at it…to fully admire him.

  “Jo, you’re killing me,” she heard him say and then he sat back in his chair with a thud.

  Jolie felt her mouth water as she parted her lips again. Never before had she wanted a man’s cock this badly in her mouth. She wanted to feel powerful, she wanted to make him helpless.

  Slowly, she brought her lips closer to his cock and then stuck her tongue out. Her tongue gently grazed the tip of his cock and he grunted again. She felt a thrill run down her spine. This powerful billionaire, who was married to her mother, was like putty in her hands. She now had complete control over him and it made her feel invincible.

  With her mouth still open wide, slowly she took him in. He moved forward in the chair with a jerk and caught a hold of her hair again.

  “Fuck, Jo! Your mouth is amazing,” he growled as she slid his cock as deep down her throat as she could. It didn’t go very far, because she nearly gagged. He was too big for her. She slid him out but now, Brandon wanted more.

  He pulled her back towards his cock with a jerk, slipping himself into her mouth again and Jolie knew that he was a goner. She tried to stretch the muscles of her throat as he started to pump his cock into her mouth. He was grunting with every thrust, his grip tight on her hair as he moved his hips.

  His chair creaked and she held on to his knees while he maneuvered her. His cock slid in and out of her mouth and she could feel her eyes watering from the force. But nothing had made her feel this powerful before. Nothing had made her feel more connected to a man before this.

  “This is insane. Fuck!” he cried out and pulled his cock out of her mouth abruptly. He was going to come.

  She turned her face up at him as he stood up from the chair with a jerk, stroking his cock furiously.

  “Come on me, Brandon, please come on me,” she purred and looked up at him with her wide blue eyes. She could see his face turning a deep red, his hands moving wildly up and down his cock and then he burst.

  His cum came shooting out of his cock and landed on her face. Jolie felt herself shiver, her skin covered in goosebumps as he emptied himself on her. He was powerless in those moments, completely under her control and she couldn’t help herself but smile.

  When he was done, Brandon sat back down on his chair with a thump. He was panting hard, his forehead covered in a film of sweat.

  “Fuck!” he growled and reached over his desk to slide out a huge clump of tissue paper from a box. He handed it to her and Jolie wiped her face with them. She thrilled at the feel of his stickiness on her face.

  “Jo…” he said her name breathlessly, as she stood up from the carpet.

  She turned to him with her eyes burning.

  “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again. I just wanted you to come for me, and now we can move on from this madness,” she said and dropped the clump of tissues into his wastepaper basket.

  Brandon didn’t say anything. He seemed to still be recovering from his orgasm.

  “I’ll leave for New York in the morning,” she told him and then turning on her heels, she walked to the door and left the room.

  Outside in the dark corridor, Jolie leaned against the cool wall for a moment, to just catch a breath. She had just lied to him. She knew that moving on was not going to be easy, if she could manage it at all.

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  Brandon woke up with a jerk, with fantasies of Jo still running through his head. He hadn’t slept well, in fact, he hadn’t slept at all the previous night. He had stayed awake all night, staring at the ceiling and wondering what Jo was doing. About what they had done. And about how he was going to fix his relationship with Alice now. How was he going to look into her eyes without wishing that it was her daughter instead?

  When he looked at the clock, he realized that he’d been in bed longer than usual. It was nine already. Had Jo left?

  He rushed into the shower, changed and trimmed his beard before walking down the spiral staircase. At the landing, he heard the distinct voice of Alice in the dining room. She was speaking to someone and with his heart thudding in his chest; Brandon walked into the room, hoping that it was Jo she was talking to. He wasn’t ready to let her go yet.

  Jo and Alice were having breakfast at the table, and when he walked in, Alice leapt off her chair to rush to him and plant a kiss on his cheek.

  “Did you sleep well, honey? Have you gotten used to the bed yet?” she asked and pulled out a chair for him at the head of the table.

  Brandon sat down, sensing his muscles stiffen as he got a whiff of Jo’s perfume. She was spreading butter on a piece of toast and hadn’t looked at him yet.

  “I was quite comfortable, thank you,” he said and their housekeeper came over to pour some orange juice into a glass for him.

  “Good morning, Jolie. Hope you slept well too,” he said, facing her directly now. She finally looked up at him, and he noticed that her eyes looked slightly bloodshot.

  “Yes, I slept well, thank you,” she replied and took a bite of her toast.

  “So, little miss busy pants here was trying to make a smooth exit before she even had a chance to say goodbye to you,” Alice interrupted his staring, and Brandon turned to his wife again.