Daddy: An Older Man, Younger Woman Romance (Penthouse Pleasures Book 2)

by Opal Carew

  He was wearing shorts and a casual shirt open down the front, showing a lot of muscular chest. He was just all kinds of sexy.

  “Hello, Christina. How was your afternoon?”

  She sighed. “I’ve been out searching for a job. That’s never fun.”

  His eyebrow raised. “No luck I take it. If you like, I could find something for you at my company. We’re expanding right now and have a lot of positions opening. Just give me your resume and I’ll pass it to my assistant so he can arrange some interviews.”

  “That would be fantastic. Thank you.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a resume from the folder inside. “Do you want me to write a cover letter or anything?”

  He glanced over the page. “No, that won’t be necessary.” He grinned. “I’m the boss. That cuts through a lot of red tape.”

  “Of course. Thank you.”

  His smile turned warm. “My pleasure. Would you like to come in for a drink?”

  “Um… I was going to make dinner for Kent and I’d like to go for a swim first. I don’t mean to be rude.”

  “It’s okay. I have a pool, too, so we could go for a swim together. Then we could talk if you want to.”

  She gazed at him quizzically and he shrugged.

  “Kent told me that things are a little strained between you.”

  Oh, God.

  “What else did Kent say?” she asked.

  Had he mentioned anything about his suggestion that she have sex with another man? That she have sex with him?

  “He told me that he didn’t want a romantic relationship with you and that he’s urging you to see other men. Since you told me you’re attracted to Kent, I know that’s not something you wanted to hear. So I thought you might want to talk about it.”

  She drew in a deep breath. Talking to someone would be nice, and clearly Avi and Kent were good friends. Avi would be able to offer some insights that could be very helpful.

  But the thought of being alone with Avi sent shivers through her. He was handsome and mature and wildly sexy. And what if Kent had told him that he thought Avi might be a good match for her? Maybe he would broach the subject.

  Her cheeks flushed hotly. She wasn’t ready for that.

  “Thank you for the offer, but I’m not really up to it right now.”

  He nodded. “Of course. I just want you to know that I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

  “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “And one more thing,” he said as she started to turn. “I think Kent is crazy to walk away from what you have together.”

  His warm smile, filled with charm, sent heat flooding through her.

  All kinds of crazy, sexy thoughts danced through her. That maybe Kent was right. That maybe being with Avi would be very good for her.

  “Thank you,” she stammered, then turned and fled down the hall.

  Kent walked in the door to the delicious aroma of dinner cooking. Christina sat on the couch reading a book and glanced his way.

  “Hi,” she said. “Dinner will be ready in about an hour.”

  He sat down in one of the big armchairs. “You know, you don’t have to make dinner for me every night.”

  She shrugged. “I like to help out. And you are letting me stay here.”

  She glanced at the small paper bag he set on the coffee table. It was from a high-end boutique near his office. The bag was a black-on-black design with glossy swirls on a matte background. The store name, Blisse, was written in an elegant gold script.

  “Did you bring me a gift?”

  He drew in a deep breath, uncertain what she would think of what was in the bag. It would certainly send her mixed signals, but Avi had insisted.

  “Yes, I guess I did. But I need to explain first.”

  She set down the book.

  “Okay.” She gazed at him with curious green eyes.

  “I talked to Avi about my concerns for you. About you having issues with being with a man. I know that’s really personal, but he and I are very good friends and he definitely wouldn’t say anything to anyone.”

  She pursed her lips. “Did you suggest that he and I—”

  “No. Nothing like that. It’s just that he and I are close and I often discuss my problems with him.”

  She frowned. “I’m not a problem to be solved.”

  “I know, Christina. I… just want to help. I thought he might have some suggestions.”

  “And…?”

  “Okay, this is going to seem strange, but he does these audios. They’re erotic in nature. He sometimes creates them for women he’s seeing.”

  “That’s a new twist on a mixed tape.”

  Kent couldn’t help laughing. “Yes, well, he thought that listening to one might help you. It’ll be like being with another man, but you’re alone. And you can just… enjoy the experience.”

  “And by another man, you mean Avi.”

  “I think it would help to pretend it’s him, yes.”

  “I see. So I’m going to listen to an audio he made for one of his girlfriend’s?”

  “No, he made one especially for you.”

  “Oh.” She leaned forward. “And that’s what’s in the bag?”

  “No, I have it on a flash drive. This is… Well, Avi said it’s important to set the scene. So you’ll feel… in the mood. He suggested something specific for you to wear.”

  She reached for the bag and pulled it to her, then took out the small garments wrapped in burgundy tissue. Her eyes widened at the sight of the barely-there black lace bra and panty set he’d bought for her.

  She picked up the panties, which were tiny and sheer. His cock ached at the thought of her in them.

  “So I wear these under…?”

  “A fleece blanket.”

  “I see. And where will you be?”

  “Well, I think I should be in my room.” Or a million miles away. “But Avi strongly recommends that I be with you while you listen. So you’ll feel safe. How do you feel about that?”

  She dropped the lingerie back in the bag and smiled.

  “I think we should put dinner on hold.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Christina stripped off her clothes and put on the bra Kent had given her. The cups were made of very thin, unlined black lace with scalloped edges that barely covered her nipples. She pulled on the panties and stared at herself in the mirror. The bra lifted her high and accentuated the swell of her breasts, making them look so much fuller than usual, and the tiny panties had a triangular cut-out that dipped low in the front.

  God, she felt so blatantly sexy in these. Even though she’d had sex with Kent twice and he’d seen her totally naked, she wasn’t sure she’d be comfortable with him seeing her dressed like this. She looked so… wicked.

  But he’d instructed her to cover herself with the soft fleece blanket he’d left on the bed. And he’d made it clear he didn’t intend to have sex with her again. He was only coming here to listen to the audio with her because she’d asked him to.

  She climbed onto the bed and propped up the pillows, then leaned back against them and pulled the rich purple blanket over herself. The soft, velvety fabric felt sensuous against her naked skin.

  She picked up her phone from the bedside table and texted Kent. A moment later, he tapped on the door, then came in.

  She felt exposed in front of him as his gaze slid over her. They both knew what she wore under the blanket. His blue striped shirt set off his deep teal eyes that heated as he gazed at her. He dimmed the lights, then sat down on the armchair beside the bed. All she could think about was unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his broad, muscular chest, then running her hand over it. Feeling the hot, hard flesh.

  But she was supposed to be thinking about Avi and what it would be like to be with him, not Kent.

  “Are you ready?” Kent asked.

  “Yes.” Her voice sounded more confident than she felt.

  “Okay, I’ll start the audio now.” He flicked his
finger across the front of his phone and music played from a speaker system built into the room. He adjusted the volume, then flicked again and the music stopped. Then Avi’s sexy voice filled the room. Deep and smooth as silk.

  Hello, baby. You don’t know me very well, but just sit back and listen to my voice. I’ve been thinking about you and how sexy you are. Getting turned on by the thought of being with you. Now I’m going to guide you through what it would be like if we were together.

  Christina quivered at the velvety sound of Avi’s voice. The thought that he’d been thinking about being with her, even if it was just a fantasy for the audio, made her stomach flutter.

  I know you like a man of authority, so I’m going to tell you exactly what to do.

  She glanced at Kent. It would be strange lying here listening to another man tell her what to do, especially with Kent in the room.

  I told you to wear only a bra and panties and to lie down on the bed snuggled under a blanket. I’m imagining you like that right now and it’s turning me on. My cock is swelling thinking of you under that blanket with almost nothing on.

  Her cheeks heated at Avi’s mention of her semi-nakedness and his growing member.

  Imagine I’m sitting in the chair beside the bed watching you. Now very slowly push the blanket downward… revealing your shoulders.

  Avi had instructed her to do as he said, and she’d agreed to embrace the experience of the audio he’d given her, so she eased the blanket down as he instructed.

  Yes, that’s right. Then the swell of your breasts... and finally your sexy, lace bra.

  She could feel Kent’s hot gaze on her as she continued to lower the blanket.

  Nice. Now ease it all the way down to your waist.

  As she did it, she glanced to Kent. His teal blue eyes were focused on the thin lace of her bra.

  Oh, yeah. That’s nice. You are so sexy in that skimpy bra.

  Now stroke your breasts… gently. Glide your fingertips over the lacy cups.

  She drew in a breath and dragged her fingertips lightly over the soft flesh swelling from her bra. Then over the lace. Her nipples hardened under her touch.

  Mmm. My cock is getting hard watching you do that. Knowing you’re going to do whatever I tell you to.

  Her gaze never left Kent and she could see the bulge forming in his jeans.

  Reach around and unhook your bra. Feel it loosen. Then drop the straps from your shoulders. But don’t take it off just yet.

  She sat up and reached around behind her, then released the hooks. The straps fell down her arms on their own and she nibbled her lower lip, holding the bra to her.

  Mmm, I love seeing you lie there with the bra just barely on. One movement and it’ll fall away, revealing your naked breasts.

  My cock is straining in my pants, so I’m bringing it out. It’s rigid in my hand as I wrap my fingers around it. Thick and swollen because of you.

  Now I want to see more of you, so pull the bra away, baby. That’s right.

  Kent sat stock still, but she imagined him pulling out his cock. She imagined it long and hard springing from his pants.

  She peeled the bra away and pushed it aside.

  Her nipples hardened, thrusting forward.

  With Avi’s voice talking to her so intimately, she couldn’t help imagining that he was here, too. Watching her. And that thought turned her on even more.

  Oh, fuck, yeah. I love the sight of your naked breasts. So round and perfect. The tips dusky rose and swelling. Mmm, I can imagine stroking those perfect buds. Pinching them between my fingertips.

  She felt so wicked and sexy lying here in front of Kent like this. Imagining Avi sitting by the bed, too. The thought of Avi seeing her right now… his heated gaze gliding over her naked breasts… took her breath away.

  Touch them for me, baby. Run your fingertips over your hard nipples. I want to see them pucker even more.

  She ran her fingertips over her nipples. The aureoles pebbled and she felt her cheeks flush with excitement at the desire burning in Kent’s eyes. It was so intense she whimpered softly.

  Fuck, I love the sounds you’re making.

  Now cup your breasts and lift. Caress them. Keep those nipples hard. Pinch them for me, baby.

  Her gaze still locked on Kent, she wrapped her hands around her breasts and lifted, stroking the hard nubs with her thumbs. Then she squeezed the nipples between her fingertips. Kent’s long fingers curled tightly around the armrests and the thought of his fingers touching her sensitive nubs instead made her moan softly. Or Avi pinching them while Kent watched.

  She could see the growing bulge in his jeans.

  Oh, yeah. Your whimpers are driving me wild.

  Slide your hand under the blanket and stroke over your panties.

  Her heart pounded as Kent watched her slide her hand under the blanket then over the top of the lace panties. The combined effect of his searing gaze and the light stroking of her fingers over her intimate flesh through the thin, damp fabric, set her insides on fire.

  Right over the crotch. Back and forth. Lightly at first. Oh, yeah, that’s right.

  Kent watched the blanket move as she followed Avi’s instructions. Fuck, was she really touching herself under there?

  Now stroke your clit through the lace.

  His pulse raced as he imagined her fingers gliding over her sensitive nub.

  Does that feel good, baby? Do you wish I was the one touching you there?

  Goddamn. He wanted to be the one touching her. Desperately.

  Fuck, I can see the blanket moving. My cock is getting harder knowing you’re touching yourself.

  Kent’s cock was straining against the denim and he wanted to set it free so badly.

  But he couldn’t do that. He needed to encourage her to be with Avi, not himself.

  Are your panties wet? Fuck, I’d love to touch you right now and find out.

  God, he was sure they must be. He wanted to touch her there so intensely it took all the control he had to keep himself in the chair.

  Baby, push your fingers inside your panties and stroke your pussy.

  Ohhh, fuck, I am so turned on knowing your fingers are sliding over your slick flesh. Oh, yeah. My cock is aching at the thought of brushing against your warm, velvety opening.

  His heart pounded as he imagined her fingers sliding inside her slick passage. He was almost trembling with the need to pull out his cock and stroke it.

  Take off your panties and pull them out from under the blanket. I want to see them in your hand. Yeah, baby. That’s right. Now drop them on the floor.

  His breath held as he watched her movements under the blanket. Then her hand appeared with the tiny scrap of lace. As he watched the panties fall to the floor, his cock throbbed painfully.

  Fuck, you’re totally naked under the blanket now. I’m stroking my hard cock as I savor the sight of your naked breasts. Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about your sweet, naked pussy, so wet and warm. I can barely stop myself from walking over there right now and pulling off that blanket, then driving my cock deep inside you.

  But not yet.

  Goddamn, he shouldn’t be here. He’d gotten her started listening to the audio. Now he should leave and let her think about being with Avi.

  But he couldn’t drag himself away.

  I want you to push the blanket down further, until it’s barely covering you.

  He sat frozen as the blanket moved downward, revealing her flat stomach. Inching down to her sweet pussy.

  His hand moved to his cock and rested on it. Sheer steel will stopped him from actually moving over the aching bulge.

  Stroke your pussy again. Ah, fuck, I want to feel it.

  The blanket barely covered her intimate flesh and her fingers slipped under it. The fabric rippled with her movements as she stroked herself.

  I’m pumping my cock, thinking about how hot and wet your pussy is right now.

  His fingers tightened around his twitching cock. Squ
eezing.

  Fuck, baby. Push the blanket all the way down. Let me see that sweet pussy of yours.

  Oh, fuck. He sucked in a breath as she pushed the blanket away, exposing her pussy. Her fingers still pressed to it.

  Oh, yeah. That’s right, baby.

  Keep stroking your pussy. Mmm. That is so fucking sexy.

  His breathing became more labored as he watched her fingers stroking her slick flesh.

  Slide your fingers inside. Pump into it several times. Ah… yeah…

  Seeing her fingers pushing into her passage ignited a blazing need inside him.

  Now open your folds so I can see your clit. Let me see that sweet little button of yours.

  Oh, fuck, he couldn’t help himself. At the sight of her stroking her sensitive bud, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his aching cock, then wrapped his hand around it, wishing he was touching her intimate flesh.

  Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so pretty.

  Stroke your clit for me. Just barely brush over it. Tease it with your fingertip. Damn, I’m getting so fucking close just watching you. Now push your fingers inside again.

  Her soft moans did him in. He stroked his cock now… his hand squeezing tightly… his blood pumping through him like liquid fire.

  You like that, don’t you, baby.

  “Oh, yes,” she whimpered softly. Her eyes were closed now as she lost herself in the pleasure of touching her body.

  Kent’s body heated with need as he watched her pleasuring herself, longing to slide his fingers into her wetness.

  It’s so fucking sexy watching you touch yourself like that. My cock is pulsing in my hand.

  Okay, now stop.

  She bit her lower lip, her fingers stopping their movement on her slick flesh. Kent’s heart pounded loudly in his chest as his hand squeezed around his cock.

  I want you to sit on the side of the bed and cup your breasts. Glide your thumbs over your hard nipples.

  She obeyed. His gaze locked on her hard nipples as she stroked them.

  I’m so fucking turned on right now.

  I want you to stand up and walk over to me. Now kneel in front of me. Do you see how fucking hard you’ve made me?

  Oh, God, she stood up and walked toward him, then knelt down, her gaze locked on his cock.