Claimed By Her Best Friend's Dad

by Flora Ferrari

“Maybe,” I say, heart thudding, a thousand voices yelling at me that I’m making a fool of myself, that I need to stop.

  Jamie Jensen can have supermodels and actresses and anybody he wants.

  He doesn’t need me.

  But when he pushed me up against the wall, when he painted me with those lust-filled words, it sounded like he wanted me.

  “I’ll make you pay for that tomorrow,” he growls. “Don’t worry, this time I’ll actually teach you how to throw a punch.”

  “Good,” I laugh. “Because then I’ll be able to defend myself when you attack me again.”

  He smirks again, a fiery glint flashing across his eyes.

  “No, Jade,” he growls. “You’ll never be able to stop me from getting my hands on you. If you moved to the other side of the world I’d hunt you down. I’d dismantle any bastard who stood in my way. Do you understand me?”

  No, I want to say. I don’t understand any of this. It’s moving so fast, and it’s so wrong, and yet it feels so right.

  But he doesn’t wait for an answer.

  He just turns and strides powerfully from the room, leaving me with the smell of leather and sweat and the deafening chorus of my thoughts.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Jamie

  Clearing up the mess in Japan doesn’t take long after all.

  After around twenty minutes of back and forth, the business owner works his way around to basically trying to blackmail me by saying he’s going to take his lies about spying to the press. When that happens, it’s job done, because in situations like this only an idiot wouldn’t record the conversation.

  I leave my office and wander over to the floor to ceiling windows, standing with my hands behind my back as I gaze down at the city. Snow dances in the air, whirling and shifting, and for a few crazy seconds, I almost imagine it reshaping into Jade, into her curvy body and her pouting lips.

  That motherfucker who tried to blackmail me is lucky the North Pacific is between us because interrupting me when I’m with my lady isn’t a smart decision.

  I sigh and return to my office, ready to get on with a day in the life of a CEO, which isn’t all glamor like the media and so many people like to assume.

  It’s hard work, a never ending grind, an effort that only stops so that more tasks can be lumped onto my to-do list. Normally I can sink into the flow of my work – client phone calls, business meetings, sometimes even dabbling in PR strategies and design – but this afternoon my mind keeps magnetizing back to the gym and the scent of Jade.

  When I was pushed up against her, I could feel the heat and the desire in her body, her breath rising and falling rapidly against me. And with each expansion of her chest, her breasts pushing against me, I swear to God I could feel her perky nipples grazing my skin through my T-shirt.

  I grip my custom Alignment pen so hard it snaps in half and ink sprays across my desk, staining the paper of the letter I was supposed to be reading.

  I sit back with a shiver that moves through me, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths like I used to before my MMA fights.

  I didn’t even feel like this before fighting Tyron, the biggest fight of my career. I never learned what happened to that sore loser after I thrashed him in record time. Despite all the bad blood we had leading up to the fight, I hope the motherfucker’s okay.

  Fighting is business, but he always took it personally.

  Even after several minutes of slow, measured breathing, my body is still tense and filled with the starving need to be close to her, to smell her, to taste her.

  Oh, fuck, to taste her …

  I glance around my large office as if reminding myself that I’m alone. It’s just me and the big oak desk and the corner plant and the leather couches and the glass table, but my mind is so consumed with Jade that the oak of the desk becomes her hair, and the bobbing leaves of the plant become her breasts, shifting for me … And the glass of the table is the sassy glint in her eyes, and the couch cushions, goddamn, they’re those big juicy grab-me-hard ass cheeks.

  I laugh grimly and stand up, shaking my head at myself.

  What the fuck has gotten into me?

  This time yesterday the idea of being with a woman seemed absurd to me, much less eating into my workday by thinking about her, obsessing about her.

  But Jade is different from every other woman on this planet.

  She’s mine.

  For the first time in a long, long time, I’m looking forward to something that doesn’t involve my daughter or my company.

  In fact, I’m counting down the seconds until I get to see my woman again.

  Sleep has never come easily to me, but tonight it’s impossible.

  I lie awake with thoughts of Jade making my cock so hard it makes it physically uncomfortable to try and settle down. The base is throbbing and aching, and the shaft is so filled with lustful tension it takes all my self-control not to grab it and squeeze it, imagining that it’s her compliant cunt and her wet pink hot lips instead.

  My helm is pulsing and precome keeps sliding down my cock.

  I close my eyes and try to breathe, telling myself that I’m not wasting my seed anywhere but inside her eager pussy. When I plunge into her and unload everything I have to give, then I’ll have my release, not before.

  But that’s easier said than done, especially when my mind conjures an image of her bent over the boxing ring. I see her sticking her ass out in those sweatpants, except they’re pulled down to her knees, trapping her legs together and making it so her pussy is framed by that big juicy ass.

  With her ass cheeks bare, I’m free to stalk up behind her and smooth my hands over them, and then maybe spank her softly, but hard enough that her skin tinges blush-red.

  Then I slide my hands up her thighs and watch how she shivers and writhes for me. She looks over her shoulder and her eyes are so wide, so full of desire, and also tinged slightly with fear.

  Fear because she knows she’s unleashed the beast inside of me like nobody ever has before.

  “Are you going to fuck me hard?” she whispers in my mind.

  I can’t stop it now, my grip tightens around the rock solid shaft of my cock, stroking as I hold the scene in my mind in perfect high-definition detail.

  “Hard?” I growl. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take any more until you’re aching so much you’ll need to be on bed rest for a fucking week. I’m not just going to fuck you, Jade. I’m going to dominate you. I’m going to own you. You’re mine.”

  And then I push inside her pussy, hard and deep, staring down to watch her ass cheeks bounce against my abs.

  I’m stroking my cock up and down like a crazy person now.

  I haven’t touched myself in so long I can’t remember the last time, and yet it’s like Jade has cast a spell on me.

  I pump my fist, squeezing my cock hard, imagining that it’s her tight slit pulsing wetly up and down my throbbing shaft.

  In my mind I’m railing her so hard she’s collapsed onto the edge of the boxing ring and she’s reaching back to scrape her fingernails against my abs, either to push me away for a moment of release from the animal pounding or to pull me closer.

  I’m lost in the red hot fury of my desire, leaning over her in my fantasy to smash my cock into her over and over again, feeling the sweet tightness of her soaked pussy, feeling how hungry for her own release she is.

  My voice rises in the room, a strangled growl that makes me sound feral, like a beast is about to tear out of my skin and start sniffing and snarling its way around the bedroom.

  “Fuck,” I grunt.

  My hot seed surges up my shaft and explodes all over my hard muscled abs, the hot liquid dappling in the indentations of my muscles, coming to rest there and swiftly cooling as I pump out the last of my pleasure.

  I let my head fall back for a moment, unclenching my jaw with an effort that’ll leave me aching all damn night.

  I stand up and walk into the ensuite, the automatic lights swi
tching on the moment my feet come into contact with the heated floors. I grab some toilet paper and quickly clean myself up, cursing myself silently for not being able to hold myself back.

  But even now – a bare minute after I’ve exploded with thoughts of her – dreams of Jade are still hounding me, nipping at the edge of my mind and willing me to indulge in my carnal desires again.

  I fight off the urge to grab my hardening cock and give myself another hot-seed-fueled explosion.

  Instead, I strip off my underwear and step into the shower.

  “On,” I growl. “Hot.”

  I bow my head and let the beads of piping hot water spray down my body, in between my pectorals and over my abs, and then down onto my massive rock hard cock.

  Already, she’s got me rock solid again, the thought of that big fucking eat-me-now ass.

  Eat her. Now.

  My seed roars from deep inside of me as the water scorches my skin and probably turns it red.

  I can’t stop thinking about tasting her, about bending her over and burying my hands in that juicy ass, and then bringing my mouth to her eager slit and sliding my tongue inside of her, deep, deeper, so that there’s as little room between my taste buds and her juices as possible.

  “Fuck,” I snarl. “Enough.”

  I shower quickly and then pace around my penthouse apartment, stopping at the window and looking down on the city. A thousand lights glitter up at me, but all of them combined – goddamn it, even the sun – it’s nothing compared to the blistering light my queen ignites inside of me.

  My eyes refocus and I see myself in the reflection of the glass, but then it shifts and all of a sudden Jade is standing next to me.

  I imagine myself with my arm around her, and in her arms she’s cradling our newborn baby, smiling up at me and then down at our child.

  And then my possessive mind twists again and I imagine that the baby is safe and sound in the bedroom, and I’ve got my sexy goddess on her back on the couch, completely naked, with milk squirting from her perky and lust hard nipples.

  I bring my mouth to them and suck hard enough to make her moan and twitch against me, tasting the evidence of her motherhood, and then I kiss her so that she can taste it, too.

  Oh, fuck …

  Stop, I roar in my mind. You can’t get too excited again. You can’t waste any more of your seed.

  But my mind is in overdrive now and I can’t stop.

  I turn away from the window and pace back into the bedroom, lying naked on the silk sheets.

  The tension in my manhood is back again as I imagine Jade letting her mother’s milk spill down over her breasts, making them even creamier and juicier.

  I grab the sheets and ball my hands into fists, as though if I squeeze hard enough I won’t let my fantasy advance to the next step, where I tit-fuck her hard and then make her squirt her milk all over my precome-slick shaft, adding to its slickness so that it’s ready to slide hotly into her eager slit.

  Calm. Down.

  My hand strays down toward my cock …

  And I leap up and stalk over to my walk-in closet, grabbing my gym gear and then basically running through the apartment to my private gym.

  The only thing that even has a chance of distracting me is exercise.

  I’ll work out like a demon until the gym is ankle deep with sweat.

  And then maybe I’ll forget enough to sleep.

  I laugh grimly as the gym lights click on automatically.

  Forget Jade?

  Yeah, right, as if that’s ever going to happen.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Jade

  I glance at the clock – two AM – and stifle a yawn that I know is a complete and utter lie.

  If I were to listen to the yawn and drag my exhausted body to bed, I just know that I’d lie awake, staring at the ceiling and letting the shadows dance and contort until they formed into the shape of Jamie.

  I turn back to the electronic glare of my laptop and bring my fingers to the keys, tilting back slightly in my computer chair and staring at the word document.

  I feel like my subconscious is trying to tell me something as I reread my last sentence.

  The air was heavy with the possibility of violence, and Jamie …

  There is no character in this story named Jamie, and yet several times this evening – this morning – I’ve slipped up and dropped his name into the prose. It’s like he’s hounding me, as I replay the gym session over and over.

  It was supposed to be a self-defense lesson, but really it just felt like an excuse for him to watch me stretch and move for him.

  Which would be fine, heck, more than fine …

  If he wasn’t Yasmin’s freaking dad.

  I go to the internet browser and then, without giving myself time to think about it, I search ‘Jamie Jensen’. I scroll as my heart pounds in the back of my throat, threatening to choke me with electric tension.

  I click the image, a shot of Jamie standing at the end of a boardroom meeting table with his fists laid against the wood, his pale blue eyes staring sternly into the camera. The headline reads, ‘Tokyo Power Play by Alignment Industries CEO Jamie Jensen, How One Man Conquered the Security Systems World’.

  But mostly I just stare into his face, that strong square jaw, those penetrative eyes.

  I remember the way he shoved me up against the wall, the way he snarled like a beast when I tried to call myself fat. It was like he was personally offended or something, as though he had some sort of a stake in my self-image, which makes no freaking sense.

  My sex tingles and my panties graze electrifyingly against my clit.

  I try to tell myself that none of this matters, because he’s Yasmin’s dad but also because if I were ever given the chance to be intimate with him, the chances are near one hundred percent that I’d disappoint him.

  He’s Jamie Jensen, widely agreed to be one of the most handsome and powerful men alive. It would take me about two seconds to find fifty thousand comments from adoring women all over the world who’d throw themselves at his feet and perform any crazy sexual act he wanted.

  But then he did push me against the wall.

  He did growl at me like he was a possessive beast who wanted to make me his.

  But then maybe I’m misinterpreting this whole scenario.

  I stare at Jamie, wishing I could reach into the photograph and into his mind, pull out his thoughts, and lay them out as cleanly and simply as lines in a book.

  I’d spend hours reading them, poring over every subtle shade of meaning, until finally, I could pull this all into some sort of reason.

  And then my overactive imagination puts me into that boardroom. I’m on my back on the table and Jamie is standing over me, looking just as fierce and focused as he does in the photograph. He leans down and aims that signature grimace at me, but I can read the flashing hotness in his eyes, I can see the burning lust there beneath his steady state of rage.

  Sitting in my chair my sex is on fire now, my clit screaming out to be touched even as my womb sings from deep inside that all this self-love is just a massive waste of time.

  My womb won’t be satisfied with anything less than his manhood and all the seed it holds, ready to fire inside of me and make me pregnant, ready to …

  Listen to yourself, a voice mocks sharply from within. Are you fucking joking? Do you think Jamie Jensen wants to have a baby with you?

  Even so, my hand starts to slide down between my legs as though it’s got a mind of its own, getting closer and closer to my burning sex.

  I’m just about to clamp my hand against my insistent lips – my eyes fixated on Jamie, on his clenched fists, on his conquer-the-world grimace – when there’s a light knock at my door.

  I freeze, a part of me debating to pretend to be asleep.

  But even if I’m harboring not-okay thoughts about her dad, Yasmin is still my best friend. She was there for me when my dad died and she was there for me long before that.

&nbs
p; I can’t abandon her.

  No, that same voice comments drily. But you can betray her, apparently.

  I shut my laptop and swivel in the chair, ignoring the half-organized mess of my bedroom like I always do. Looking over my stack of paperbacks and my heaps of clothes – my sheets lying in disarray across my bed – I turn my gaze to the door.

  “It’s unlocked, Yas,” I call.

  The door opens slowly and for a second Yasmin looks like a person comprised solely of shadows, her jet black hair hanging down to her shoulders. For a few long moments, she stands there, trembling slightly, and the crazy thought strikes me that she’s found out about my desires and is here to exact vengeance.

  But then she steps into the lamplight of the room and I see that she’s sobbing silently, the tears glistening on her cheeks.

  “Yas, what is it?” I say, springing from my chair and walking across the room.

  She collapses into my arms with so much force I almost fall over. I lead her to the bed and sit down, wrapping my arms around her and let her cry herself out against my chest. I put my desires for Jamie into a box in my mind, and lock it hard.

  They have no place here, when my best friend, his daughter, is in such a state.

  “Yas, what is it?” I whisper. “Talk to me.”

  She shudders against me and finally looks up, her lips shaking, her eyes still brimming with tears.

  “It’s so silly,” she says. “You’re not supposed to feed internet trolls, right? But there’s this group that’s been hounding me nonstop, Jade, and I was just like, fuck this. Who do they think they are? They keep Photoshopping pictures to make it look like I’ve done porn. Every video and post I put online, they spam the comments section with their crap. So I finally responded. I made a video telling them all to go fuck themselves, basically, and now there are even more comments. I know there are more important things in life than comments sections and all that crap, but …”

  She shudders and coughs back another sob.

  “Yas, there are always going to be people with problems worse than yours. It doesn’t mean that yours aren’t real and that you’re not allowed to be upset.”