Older Man Younger Woman Romance

OBSESSED

Chapter One

SABRINA

“Oh Julian,” I muttered to myself, gripping my pillow in one hand, careful to keep my voice low.

My parents weren't home – at least, not that I was aware of – but I knew that Rosa, our housekeeper was there and was busy making her rounds of the house. Despite the risk of Rosa walking in on me, I couldn't help myself. I needed release. I needed to get off.

Though honestly, I couldn't even begin to imagine how awkward it would be to explain to her what I was doing – although I had a feeling she'd have a very good idea of what I was doing. What would be difficult and awkward to explain was why I was calling out my father's friend's name while I was doing it.

With my vibrator clutched in a near death grip as I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, I massaged my clit as I imagined Julian's tongue upon me. I pictured his face, the feel of his stubble on the insides of my thighs. Imagined the feel of his hands as he spread my legs apart and buried his tongue deep inside of me. I imagined feeling him slide two fingers deep into my tight little pussy as he sucked on my clit – it was enough that I almost lost control and came right there. But I wanted to make it last a little longer – prolong the pleasure a bit.

It was true that I'd never experienced any of that with Julian before – but I had a very good imagination and could pretend I had. I could imagine what it would be like for him to taste me, to savor me, to feel me – to make me cum harder than I ever had before in my life.

I was laying in my bed, or rather, the bed I used to sleep in when I'd been a child. I was staying with my parents while I searched for a place to live – a situation I hoped to rectify very, very soon. Living in my childhood home gave me very little privacy, so I made sure to take advantage of them being gone every chance I could get. Thankfully, because they had a relatively busy social life, I was able to have enough private time to keep my desires sated. Most of the time, anyway.

I shifted the angle of my vibrator as I imagined Julian sliding his finger between the folds of my pussy. It made me gasp and my knees buckled slightly as I thrust my hips upward, groaning in pleasure.

“Take me, Julian.” I begged and pleaded with my imaginary paramour, yearning to feel his stiff, thick cock inside of me more than I yearned for anything else in my entire life.

This wasn't the first time I'd gotten myself off while thinking of him – not even close – and it sure as hell wasn't going to be the last. Though one day, I hoped to give him the gift I'd been saving for him for a long, long time. I squeezed my eyes shut and pictured his face looking down at me as he slammed his fingers deep into my tight, wet little hole.

“Take my virginity, please,” I murmured. “It's yours, Julian. I saved it for you.”

Yes, I'd saved myself for him. I'd abstained from sex all of these years because I wanted the first cock I felt slamming inside of me to be his. And yes, I'd had plenty of options over the years. I could have given myself away to any number of college guys, I'd had plenty of chances. And there were times I'd been tempted. A couple of times I'd even come really close. But I'd always pulled away at the critical moment, never letting just some random guy whose name I probably wouldn't remember in a couple of days fuck me just because I needed to cum. I had my vibrator and a collection of wonderful toys for that.

It had been difficult. Really, really fucking difficult. But I'd gone through school, I'd kept myself pure, promising to give myself to the only man I could see myself with.

Julian Pierce.

I buried the vibrator into my pussy and gasped, biting my lip and gripping my sheets tight with my free hand. I knew it was just a toy, just a piece of vibrating plastic, but in my head, it was Julian's cock. His thick, hard, amazingly long cock. The one I'd coveted and had savored from a distance for so long.

I couldn't shove the toy in very deep, not without hurting myself. But I taunted my opening with it, imagining what it would be like when Julian would push past my hymen and finally make a woman out of me. The sheer pleasure of the fantasy sent my body into a fit of pleasure, spasming and twitching as I writhed against the bed. I moved my vibrator in and out of my dripping wet pussy, thrusting it in as deep as I could without feeling any pain.

Julian was bound to be bigger, I told myself. I should be ready for him. I should make sure I could accommodate him as well as I could. Little by little, I pressed the toy deeper inside of me, experiencing a mix of pleasure and pain as I slid it further and deeper inside of me than I had ever gone before.

While it hurt, I figured that it felt more like the real thing. And that was enough to make me call out his name, crying into my pillow, “Yes, yes, Julian... Oh God, yes. Fuck me, please.”

I came, hard. Harder than I ever had before. I jerked and twitched on my bed as bolts of intense pleasure rocketed through my body. My every nerve ending was on fire and I felt like I was being shot through with electricity. But even as my body experienced pleasure beyond my wildest imagination, I knew the real thing had to be better. Knew that when Julian made me cum, it was going to be a hundred times more intense than what I was feeling in that moment.

And now that I was back home, well within reach of the man I'd loved since I was a little girl, I was determined to finally make my dream – my fantasy since I'd been a young girl experiencing her own sexuality – a reality. I was going to have Julian. I was going to give myself to him. And since as of tonight, he'd be staying with us for a few days, I figured I was going to have plenty of opportunities to fuck the man I'd coveted for years upon years.

The one problem was that Julian didn't know about my plan yet. Had no idea that I coveted him the way I did. Had no clue that I was going to give him my virginity and make him fuck me like the dirtiest little whore in the world. I couldn't wait for it.

He knew none of that. But soon. He would know everything soon enough.

Soon, he'd take my virginity and fuck me hard – just as I always imagined he would. It wasn't a matter of if, in my mind – it was a matter of when.

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The doorbell disturbed my post-climax relaxation, but I didn't care. I knew who was going to be on the other side of that door. I smiled from ear-to-ear as I threw on the dress I'd specially picked out for his arrival and then checked my hair in the mirror – it wouldn't do to have sex hair when I greeted him. Not even if the only sex that was had was with myself.

Rushing down the stairs, I giggled as I hit the landing and beat the housekeeper to the door by mere seconds. Rosa looked at me curiously but then just shook her head and smiled as she turned and walked away.

I cleared my throat and tried to get my heartbeat under control. Only then, did I open the door. Framed by sunlight – and probably rainbows and glitter too – stood the most perfect man in the world. His sandy blonde hair made him look the stereotypical California type of guy. If it weren't for his meticulously kept, very stylish, well-tailored business suit and well-groomed appearance, you might actually mistake him for the typical California surfer-dude. He was naturally tan and had the blue eyes that really augmented that stereotype to boot. Oh, and yeah, he worked out. Even underneath his suit, you could see the muscles in his arms. I grew a little bit wet imagining the feel of those arms holding me tight to that big, strong body of his.

He was Hollywood gorgeous and probably could have been a model if he'd wanted to be.

His eyes widened and he looked surprised when I opened the door and was standing before him.

“Sabrina, I was expecting you here,” he said, flashing that fatherly smile he often had for me – a smile I fully intended to wipe off his face and replace with something else.

“Yeah, my parents said you'd be stopping by. They're out, but should probably be back soon,” I said sweetly, opening the door to let him inside. “I heard you were going to be staying with us for a little while?”

“Yeah, just until the house remodel is finished,” he said. “It's getting a little too chaotic over there for me. I offered to rent a place, but you know your father – ”

I put my hand on his arm as we shared a laugh while I escorted Julian to the landing at the foot of the staircase. I figured it was best to start acclimating him to feeling my hands on him. Start slow and work upward from there. Yeah, I'd thought out almost every last detail on my little mission.

I started to walk up the stairs in front of him, fully intending to show off my ass in the teeny little dress I was wearing, but he put his hand on my elbow and stopped me.

“You don't have to show me around,” he said with that warm, kind smile that said you're a sweet kid, but I'm not going to fuck you. I hated that smile. “I'm familiar enough with the house.”

“No, it's okay, I don't mind at all,” I said. “I want you to feel welcome here.”

“I already do,” he said, grinning from ear-to-ear.

He already does? Had there been something more behind those words? Had he been looking at my body when he'd said it? Or had I imagined that all? Or was it me simply wanting him so much, that I was reading too much into his every word, glance, and gesture? It was probably the latter.

We headed upstairs and I led him down the hallway to the room he'd be using while he was with us. The guest room my parents had chosen for him was, ironically – or perhaps, fortuitously – directly next to mine. Julian stepped inside and dropped his bags on the queen sized bed, which was made up beautifully by my mother. Or rather, made up beautifully by Rosa – my mother would likely take the credit for it though.

Julian turned to me, awkwardly, as if trying to figure out what he should say or do. Or maybe wondering why I was still standing in his room staring at him. Though I wasn't trying to be obvious about it, I was taking in every inch of his amazingly delicious body. I stood in the doorway, leaning on the door frame and giving him my best “come hither” stare. As I caught his gaze, I felt my stomach do a flip-flop and it felt like a bonfire had been ignited between my thighs as I grew slippery and wet.

“So I heard about Beth,” I said, wincing as I spoke his ex's name. “I'm so sorry.”

Julian ran a hand through his thick, wavy hair, staring at the ground. “Yeah, but it's probably all for the best. We weren't good for each other, you know? We just had different goals and ideas in mind. Wanted different things out of life.”

Oh, I knew alright. I knew everything he was saying after the first time I'd ever met Beth. The two of them were not good for each other, she only wore him down. I saw that from a mile off and had called it from day one. Needless to say, I never liked Beth and it wasn't all about my feelings for Julian. She was just a snobby bitch who I thought, was more into Julian's money and prestige than she was into Julian himself.

But hey, her loss was my gain. If everything went according to my plan, he wouldn't be thinking about Beth at all. Ever again.

“No, you weren't. She was a little too uptight,” I said, trying to sound concerned and yet diplomatic about the whole thing.

My gaze remained locked on his as I ran a hand through my hair, twirling my chestnut brown curls around my finger. I wasn't sure if my signals just weren't getting through, if he was being intentionally obtuse, or if he was just pushing away any – impure – thoughts he might be having about me. I wanted to catch his attention. But more than anything, I wanted to make sure he knew and understood that I was no longer the little girl he once knew. I was a woman. A woman with needs, desires, and the ability to make my own decisions – like who to sleep with.

“That's one way to put it,” he said.

“Let's face it, she was a bitch,” I said flatly. “You were way too good for her.”

Julian looked surprised by my language, but it brought out an adorable and surprised fit of laughter out of him. I knew that he often still thought of me as a child. I could see that in the paternal smile he flashed me – which was about the infuriating equivalent of a pat on the head. He still saw me as the bratty teenager who would always pick on him and say outlandish things. In truth, though I did tease him a lot, I was simply trying to hide the fact that I was flirting heavily with him. He had to have known I crushed on him hard as a teenaged girl, right? As I looked back on it, on my past behavior, I knew that it would have been obvious to a blind man.

If he did realize it back then, he obviously didn't seem to think that those feelings would remain as I grew into a woman. The truth of the matter was that not only did those feelings remain, they grew stronger over the years. Or maybe he just wasn't picking up my signals because he still thought of me as a child.

“If you don't mind,” he said, licking those scrumptious lips, “I think I'm going to put my clothes away and change into something more casual. No need to wear my business clothes around here, right? Unless your dad is requiring shirts and ties at the dinner table?”

I laughed and shook my head. “No, feel free to wear whatever you want, Julian,” he looked at me with an inscrutable expression. “Oh, I'm sorry. I can call you that, right? I just thought that since we're both adults and all...”

I was giving him yet another perhaps not so subtle signal that I wasn't a little girl anymore. But again, surprise – and little more – crossed his face as he looked at me. Rather than picking up on my cues though, he instead just seemed utterly stunned that I wasn't calling him Mr. Pierce like I had for my whole life. But I just felt like we were both adults now and I might as well address him by his first name – the name I'd be calling out when he fucked me.

“Uhh sure, I don't mind,” he said softly. “Of course.”

“Good,” I said.

I continued to stand in the doorway, hoping he'd finally take the hint as I let my eyes wander up and down over his body, quite obviously, undressing him with my eyes. I'd hoped he would take the hint and realize that my parents were not home – that except for Rosa – we had the entire house to ourselves, so if he'd harbored any secret little sex fantasies about me all these years, now would be the time to act on them.

I licked my lips somewhat suggestively. “I hope we can be on friendlier and more – adult – terms. Now that I'm all grown up, that is.”

“All grown up,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. “It's hard to believe that sometimes. Most of the time, I still think of you as that little girl who used to tease me relentlessly. But then I look at you – ”

“Yes?” I said, standing at attention.

He was finally recognizing me, recognizing that I wasn't a little girl anymore. He'd admitted to looking at me and seeing something different – so what did he think? He looked me up and down, but only briefly before looking away, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

“Just that you're all grown up, Sabrina,” he mumbled. “Obviously.”

“Obviously,” I said, grinning at him.

“Now if you don't mind, I'd really like to get settled in before dinner.”

Right. Of course he did. I couldn't expect everything to happen right away, not this fast. It would have been nice and the throbbing between my legs told me that I'd been hoping it would happen, but the pragmatic part of me knew that it might take a little time. He was only just now coming around to admitting that he saw me as a woman rather than the young girl he'd known. The rest would take a little time to come together. But it would come together. And I would have this man deep inside of me.

“Okay then, but let me know if there's anything you need. Anything at all,” I said. “My room is right next door, as you know.”

I stepped out and closed the door behind me with a smile, a flutter in my heart, and a pair of panties that were absolutely soaked.

I was one step closer to getting what I'd wanted for so long. He wasn't even going to know what hit him. But oh, would he enjoy it. As I would.

Chapter Two

JULIAN

Sabrina was acting strangely, I thought to myself as I unpacked my bags and arranged my clothing in the closet and dresser. I hadn't seen much of her in a little while. She'd been off at college for a few years, of course, only coming back for holidays. But the time had gone by so fast. Years had gone by in what seemed like the blink of an eye. I supposed it was true that the older you got, the faster time seemed to go. After all, it seemed like only yesterday that we'd celebrated her sixteenth birthday – and back then, that had felt like a big ordeal.

But now, she was an adult. An actual, honest-to-goodness grown woman. And she looked like one too. Gone were her pigtails and braces and typical teenage attitude. That had all been replaced with long, flowing locks of hair, perfectly straight teeth behind a gorgeous smile, and a cultured and refined manner.

Dave must be proud, I thought. Dave was her dad – my best friend. Old college buddies. I literally remember the day Sabrina was born. Although, truth be told, those days were a blur for me. While Dave was getting his life together and started doing something productive, I was still partying away and wasting time. I didn't get married until much later and had no children. Now I was divorced, so not having any children was actually a blessing. Considering Beth was going after everything she could get her hands on, I breathed a big sigh of relief over the fact that we didn't have children together. That would only have served to give her more leverage than she already had. Or at least, thought she had. My lawyers were going to go to town on her. If she was lucky, she'd end up with a modest alimony payment. If she was lucky.

Sabrina was right – she was a bitch.

I smiled and shook my head as I looked at some family pictures on the wall of the bedroom and the memories came flooding back to me. Sabrina had always a challenging child. A little too bright for her own good. Or rather, a little too bright for our own good. She was a clever, precocious girl, that one. Which is why it didn't surprise me that she'd graduated suma cum laude from UCLA. Just like her dad. Following in his footsteps – which wasn't a bad thing. Not at all.

I unpacked my bags, filling the drawers with my clothing as I waited for Dave and Miranda to get home. Yes, perhaps getting my house remodeled, all at once like this, had been a huge undertaking. Maybe too big all at one time. But it had been built with Beth's tastes in mind, and as we were no longer together – well – out with the old, in with the new. Meaning, I'd finally have a home that felt like my own. In a few weeks, that was. Hopefully, the contractors wouldn't take any longer than their estimate called for. The last thing I wanted to do was impose on Dave and Miranda any more than I already was.

I stopped pacing the room and tried to listen for voices coming from downstairs, but heard none. I changed from my business suit into a pair of black slacks and a light blue polo shirt – something casual without being too casual. I didn't feel comfortable enough to throw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt to wander around their house.

Once I was finished changing, I opened up the door and listened, trying to see if Dave and his wife were home yet – or if I was still home alone with Sabrina. If I were being honest, I would have to say that I didn't feel entirely comfortable walking around the house with her there. Especially given how odd she'd been acting since I showed up. I was no fool. I knew she still had a crush on me – even after all these years. But now, she didn't even try to hide the flirting or sexual suggestiveness in any way, shape, or form. She'd been pretty blatant about it. It was all I could do to pretend to not catch her signals. But honestly, I would have had to have been a corpse to not pick up on the heavy suggestions she was throwing my way.

When she was younger, it was cute. She was a young girl with a crush on an older guy. It was a scenario played out a million different ways across the world. Nothing new under the sun about that. But as she grew older, it just started to feel – weird. As she began to blossom into womanhood, her flirting turned a little more serious and earnest. I'd deflected it then – and I'd deflected it now. No matter what, she was still the daughter of my best friend. A girl I'd known since she had pigtails and braces. She was a kid – and I was an old man.

And now that she was an attractive young woman – a young lady of legal age, intent on getting me into bed – there was a big part of me that didn't trust myself around her. I was, after all, a newly divorced, warm-blooded man with needs and desires. And she was a curvy, attractive young woman who was literally throwing herself at me. I would be lying if I said there hadn't been a fantasy or two floating around my mind about bending her over my desk and fucking her good and hard. I'd be lying if I said that there hadn't been a time or two I hadn't jerked off thinking about having those big, beautiful eyes looking up at me as those soft lips were wrapped around my cock.

Which was why it was better to keep my distance, lest I do something stupid. Something that I'd regret. And something that would most assuredly, impact my relationship with Dave.

I didn't hear her at first as I was busy peering down the steps, hoping Dave and Miranda had come home, but I turned when I heard Sabrina's soft footsteps on the floor behind me. She moved like a cat, that one. I hadn't heard her step out of her room. Dammit.

“Dad just called,” she said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Said they're almost home now. Should be here any moment.”

“Thanks, Sabrina,” I said.

My eyes fell upon her lips, which were a soft pink and oh so plump and felt the familiar stirrings below my belt. The last thing I wanted was to get hard standing in front of her. She had her mother's perfect cupid's bow pout. She could have easily followed in her mother's footsteps and tried her hand at modeling. But instead, she'd gone to college and had gotten her degree. Wanted to do something different and something with a little more substance with her life, she'd once said. Smart girl, that one.

She was curvier than the last time I'd seen her – which only added to her appeal. She'd never been a stick thin girl, but she'd always been blessed with a womanly body. And now that she was older, it was even more pronounced and more – alluring.

I cleared my throat and tried to focus on something else. The last time I'd seen her – yes, when had that been? Christmas, almost a year ago? But I couldn't keep my mind from straying and cataloging the changes I could see in her. Her hips were fuller, her breasts were larger – and yes, I mentally kicked myself for thinking of my best friend's daughter's breasts. But how could I stop it? I was a man – she was a gorgeous woman.

I tried to tear my focus away again, think of something else, but it was too late and I felt a bulge growing in my slacks. As soon as I realized I was looking and felt myself getting stiffer because of it, I tore my gaze away, turned, and walked down the stairs. Sabrina, of course, fell into step beside me. It was almost as if she knew she was having this effect on me and was enjoying herself. Enjoying teasing me, flirting with me – enjoying the fact that I was quite obviously noticing the beautiful woman she'd grown into.

“How's work these days? Dad said you recently expanded into France?” she said, her tone light and conversational.

“Uhh, yes. We have a few hotels over there now too – mostly in Paris for now, but we're looking at other sites around the country.”

“That's fantastic,” she said. “Have you ever considered expanding into the Asian markets? My understanding is that they are very easy to work with and actually provide incentives for Western companies to set up shop over there.”

“It's something we're considering, actually,” I said. “But we're leary of expanding too fast. We want to be deliberate and smart about it.”

She nodded as if she understood. Perhaps she did. “That's probably a good idea,” she said. “Make sure the brand takes hold before growing it too much.”

It was surprising to have such a grown up conversation with her – which again, reminded me that she wasn't a child anymore. She was a woman. A very smart woman.

“I'd love to visit Paris again someday soon,” she said. “I haven't gone since our family trip a few years ago. I think I was too young to fully appreciate it back then, but now that I'm an adult, I really need to see it for myself. Really need to immerse myself in the culture and absorb it all, don't you think?”

We'd reached the bottom of the stairs by that point, and as we stood in the foyer, I heard her parents at the door. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked for anything to hide the bulge in my pants – the last thing I wanted was for Dave or Miranda to see me standing next to their daughter with a raging hard on. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Sabrina looking and a smirk painted upon her face. She'd noticed. God dammit, she noticed.

Hopefully her parents didn't. I would have to deal with the fact that Sabrina knew she'd given me a hard on later. Hopefully, it would be one of those things that was just never talked about and allowed to die.

“We don't need a new painting in the dining room, Miranda,” Dave said, arguing with his wife as they stepped inside. “The one we have is just fine. Besides, if we got the painting, you'd want to remodel again and – ”

“What's wrong with that?” Miranda pouted. “Don't you think it's about time to freshen things up a little bit? I read somewhere that rearranging and remodeling your home every now and then helps stave off boredom and even Alzheimer's.”

Dave rolled his eyes. “Oh, dear God,” he moaned.

Their eyes fell on me as they stepped inside, and Miranda looked exceptionally pleased with my presence. Her smile was wide and genuine.

“Here, let's ask your friend,” she beamed. “Julian, do you think it's too soon to redecorate the dining room?”

“Uhh, what's it been? Two years?” I asked.

“Three,” she said.

I looked at Dave, then back at Miranda.

“Come on, you're remodeling your entire house,” she said. “Surely you're on my side on this?”

“I'm not on anybody's side here, Miranda,” I said with a laugh, stroking my chin. “I don't see a reason to meddle in your relationship. Or your redecorating plans.”

“It's not meddling if you agree with me,” she said with a wink.

Staring at Miranda Evans-Prescott, I was struck again by the fact that her daughter was a spitting image of her – except about twenty years younger. Miranda was at one time a high fashion model. She often used to grace the runways of Milan and other fashion hotspots across Europe. But then David Prescott, CEO of his own software company – empire, really – managed to sweep her off her feet. Not long after that, she had given up modeling and pursued other artistic endeavors. Apparently, her latest passion was for home décor and remodeling.

Miranda’s long, dark hair was currently pulled back in a high, tight bun on her head, and she was wearing bright red lipstick that showed off that perfect pout. The same pout her daughter inherited.

And there I was – thinking about Sabrina again.

Dave and Miranda were now walking away from me, still playfully bickering about the painting and redecorating the dining room, leaving Sabrina and I alone in the foyer. Sabrina was grinning at me and shaking her head. My eyes fell from her eyes down to her cleavage, which was peeking out from her low-cut dress.

“Those two,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Huh?” I said, totally getting lost in the sight before me and forgetting about anything else.

Sabrina pointed toward the living room, where her parents had retreated. I mentally slapped myself. I couldn't be thinking about Sabrina like that. Especially not with Dave and Miranda in the house. Not ever, really. I had to stop it. Had to get my mind off of Sabrina and what a knockout she'd become. It wasn't just inappropriate, it was – wrong. Wrong on so many levels, in so many ways.

“Oh yeah,” I said, feigning a laugh as I scratched my head, doing everything in my power not to look at Sabrina. “We know your dad will give in. He can never say no to your mother. I think that's why she stays with him.”

“Of course,” she laughed while winking at me. “We Prescott women always get what we want. Eventually.”

With that little quip, she retreated, following her parents, swishing her hips as she walked – quite a bit more than necessary. But it was a glorious sight, I had to admit. She knew I was watching and she put on a show for me.

I was doomed.

Chapter Three

SABRINA

That night, I heard Julian moving around after everyone else had gone to bed. Well, everybody but me. I was awake, lying in bed, touching myself and thinking about the first time Julian and I would make love. It was a foregone conclusion in my mind. When I heard his bedroom door open, I held my breath and waited, hoping he'd come to my room for a quiet midnight tryst.

But I exhaled and felt disappointed as his footsteps retreated and went downstairs instead.

I was wearing nothing but a tiny little nightgown that clung to my curves. It covered just enough to not get me in trouble with my parents if they saw me walking around in it – but it barely covered the necessary bits. It fit more like a t-shirt than a standalone nightgown. I thought I looked hot in it.

And it was all the better for what I was about to do, too.

I was feeling a bit emboldened. After seeing Julian standing there with a very obvious hard on, looking every bit the awkward teenager, I was feeling powerful. I was feeling in control. I knew that I needed to take the bull by the horns if I was going to get the satisfaction I wanted.

As quietly as I could, I climbed out of bed, opened the door, and listened in the hallway. My dad was snoring away and the light was off in their room down the hall, which meant mom was no longer up reading. With them sound asleep, I walked quietly down the stairs and found Julian standing at the fridge, getting himself a glass of water. I was behind him and he hadn't heard me yet, so to avoid scaring him – and draw any unwanted attention – I spoke softly. Barely above a whisper, but loud enough that I knew he'd hear me.

“Can't sleep?” I asked innocently.

He looked over his shoulder, a bit surprised at my presence, but he smiled. “It's always strange sleeping in someone else's home,” he said.

“Yeah, it's weird when it's not your own bed,” I said. “I always have trouble sleeping whenever I go anywhere.”

“What about you?” he asked. “I thought you went to bed a couple hours ago?”

“I did,” I said, biting my lip. “But I couldn't sleep either. Just too much going on in my head, I guess.”

I gave him my best bedroom eyes, hoping he'd take the hint and understand what it was that was keeping me up so late.

“Sorry to hear that,” he said rather abruptly.

He placed his glass of water on the table nearby, leaning into it and looking at me – really looking at me for the first time since I'd opened the door for him earlier that afternoon. His eyes took me in, drinking me in like a thirsty man drinks a glass of water. It made me feel sexy. Desired. Wanted. Even though he didn't say a single word to give his thoughts away, I could tell what was going through his head. And I had to say, I approved.

I knew that Julian would struggle with the decision about whether to take me to bed or not – any decent man would. I knew he had to be conflicted – he'd known me since I was a child. My dad was his best friend. He was more than twice my age. But none of that made it wrong. We were both consenting adults. We both had needs and desires. And it just so happened that ours coincided. Why should anybody look askance at that?

“Nothing for you to be sorry about,” I said.

I leaned onto the table across from him, staring deeply into those beautiful eyes of his. He truly was a sight for sore eyes. I'd missed him. When I was younger, I would see him every day. Now – not so much. Even though he was much older than I was, he was – and always would be – I thought he was the sexiest man in the world. No college guy could ever compete with him.

Which was why I'd turned them all down and had saved myself for him.

There were a few moments of silence as we stared at one another awkwardly. And yet, expectantly. I could see the struggle in his mind, plain as day. I knew what he was thinking. Knew the arguments and counter-arguments he was having in his internal dialogue. I wasn't sure what I could do to tip his decision my way, but I felt like I needed to do something. Say something. Make sure he knew that this was okay. That this was what I wanted. I tried to convey it through my eyes, through the set of my body, and through the little smile I was giving him.

Julian cleared his throat, looking away, and said, “Sabrina, I think we need to address the elephant in the room. I know you've always had a crush on me – ”

“Oh, it's more than a crush, Julian. Far, far more.”

“Whatever it is, I see the way you look at me. And yes, you're a gorgeous young lady, but this – you and me – we can't work. This can't happen.”

“Why not?”

“Because – ”

“Is it the age difference? Because we both know my mom is a lot younger than my father, and no one sees anything wrong with that.”

It was true. My mom was about ten years younger than my dad, but nobody said a word about it. Sure, Julian was almost twenty years older than me, but the fact remained that age didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.

“At the risk of sounding like a cliché,” I said. “Once we're consenting adults, age is just a lame excuse to not do something we both want to do.”

“It's not just that, Sabrina,” he said. “I literally watched you grow up, in front of my eyes – ”

“So?”

“So? Your father would kill me.” Julian glanced toward the hallway, as if afraid my dad would walk in on us at any moment. We were still alone, but he pitched his voice lower anyway. “It's not okay, Sabrina.”

“You haven't denied being attracted to me,” I said, standing up tall and grinning as I watched his eyes automatically take in my curves.

“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked. He scratched his chin and looked away again, I knew he was trying to keep from addressing the real elephant in the room.

“It has a lot to do with all of this,” I said. “All your reasons are nothing more than weak excuses. And they're not nearly good enough.”

“Not good enough?” he asked, arching his eyebrow.

“No, not even close,” I said. “Because I see the way you look at me. I can see the thoughts going on in that mind of yours.”

I walked around the table, moving closer to him, but he stepped away. Almost as if he was afraid I was going to bite. Or do something much more delicious – something he wouldn't be able to step away from.

“And let's face it, Julian – I'm not the little girl you watched grow up anymore,” I purred. “I'm a grown woman now. A legal adult. My father can no longer dictate what – or who – I do.”

Julian had backed himself into a corner, both literally and figuratively. He was now pinned against the wall, with me standing in front of him. I smiled as I closed the distance between us and stood close to him – very close. But I didn't get so close that I was literally up in his face. I didn't want to be rude to him, after all. Yes, I wanted to fuck him silly, but I still respected him. Hell, I respected him a lot, and I knew this wasn't going to be easy. Switching his mindset from seeing me to a little girl to a sexual creature was going to be difficult. He had to want it as much as I did – and I was pretty sure he did.

But he had to be willing to live with the consequences – which we both knew existed.

Yes, I was an adult. But my father was his best friend. What I was suggesting was forbidden, though not outright. It was one of those unspoken rules. After all, it wasn't like my parents said I could never get involved with Julian. But on an unspoken but acknowledged level, it was taboo. Something they couldn't have imagined. And I was more than sure Julian himself struggled with that as well.

“When you're ready,” I said to him, speaking softly, “You know where to find me. We're both adults here, Julian. Stop treating me like a child and maybe, just maybe, you'll see that what I have to offer you is exactly what you need.”

I stepped away from him, turning to go back upstairs, when he touched my shoulder. I looked back and waited for him to say something. The conflict on his face was clear. I did feel bad for him in that regard, but he also needed to realize that we were adults, free to do with each other as we pleased.

“Yes?” I asked, eyes wide as I waited for a response.

“We can't do this, Sabrina,” he said, gripping my shoulder tight.

His voice was far less than certain as he'd said it, so I turned around and faced him. This time though, I didn't hold back. I was close enough to feel his breath against my cheek, felt his body pressing into mine. I could tell he was turned on – I felt how hard his cock was as it pressed against my belly.

“Yes, we can, Julian,” I said, stroking his cheek. “We can do anything we want.”

I moved my hand from his cheek down his chest and then went lower, letting it linger over the erection he was trying so hard to hide. I gripped him tight, slowly moving my hand up and down his long, thick shaft, jerking him off through his pants.

“We can do anything you want, when you want it,” I said softly. “You just can't be afraid.”

Seeing the mixture of fear and lust in his eyes, I let go of his cock and stepped back. I saw something akin to regret in his eyes as I moved away, picking up his glass of water and drinking from it. I watched him over the rim of the glass carefully, waiting for – something. But he didn't say a word, nor did he move. He just stood there, pressed against the wall, staring at me with a look of pure need on his face.

“You're a divorcee,” I said. “I'm a horny twenty-three-year-old woman. Who says we can't have a little fun together? Where is that written into law?”

And with that, I left him there in the kitchen alone with his thoughts and his throbbing cock, the memory of my words as well as my hand on him in his mind. As much as I wanted to fuck his brains out right then and there, I knew that leaving him like that would only make him yearn for me more. He'd go back to his lonely bed, my words implanted into his mind, and think of all the dirty things he wanted to do with me. Hell, he'd probably even jerk himself off while he thought about it – a thought that turned me on more than I could say.

We'd get there, sooner or later. Hopefully sooner, of course, but the slow build-up of desire between us would make our first time even hotter. More intense. More gratifying.

If nothing else, it gave me something to look forward to – and plenty of fodder to masturbate to as well.

Chapter Four

JULIAN

That was a close call. Too close. Had she stayed there in the kitchen with me, well, I couldn't have been held responsible for my actions. She was right about one thing – I was a divorcee and she was a horny twenty-three-year-old. And it was true that I was lonely – she'd hit the nail on the head with that shot.

For the first time in many years, my bed was empty. I had needs and desires that weren't being met. And there she was, offering up her body to me – a horny, hot young woman. Had she not been my best friend's daughter, I wouldn't have waited that long to nail her. I probably would have fucked her right there on the kitchen counter. But considering the circumstances – it was probably a good thing I wasn't thinking with my dick.

Still, I knew the longer I stayed in Dave and Miranda's house, the harder it would be to resist her advances. I'd almost given in right there and that had only been her opening shot. Sabrina was like her mother in a lot of ways – she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. And it seemed she had her mind set on me.

I always thought she'd eventually outgrow that childhood crush she nursed through her teenage years. But the adorable crush of a kid had turned into something more, something deeper. Something naughtier.

I watched her as she walked away, swishing those hips in that tiny little nightgown as she left the room without so much as a second glance back at me. She was too good at this, way too good. Sabrina had a plan and come hell or high water, she was determined to get what she wanted.

It took me a few minutes to regain my composure, but I eventually managed to pull myself together. I listened to make sure Sabrina had actually retreated to her room and wasn't waiting to ambush me in the foyer before I walked back to my own room upstairs. I practically walked up the stairs and down the hall on tiptoes carefully, not wanting to wake anyone – or to bring Sabrina back out of her room. God knew it had been nearly impossible not to jump on her before, but upstairs, so close to our bedrooms? Hell, I wasn't sure there was a man alive who could resist her in that situation, not in that teeny little nightgown.

Once I was alone in my room, I closed the door and locked it just in case Sabrina got a wild idea to sneak in and try to seduce me again. Staring at the empty bed left me hurting. Sure, it wasn't my bed, not really. It was just a bed I was sleeping in for a little bit. But it reminded me of my empty bed at home too – the bed Beth had picked out for us. The bed I'd be sleeping alone in for a while.

“Hell, maybe I should just get rid of the thing,” I muttered to myself. “Get something new.”

In all honesty, it wasn't so much about missing Beth or even being lonely. We'd been separated for close to a year now, so I was used to being alone. Didn't mean I enjoyed it. Didn't mean I wasn't ready for companionship again – or that I didn't yearn for intimacy once more.

I was ready to share my bed with someone again, and if Sabrina had her way – I shoved that thought out of my head right away. That couldn't happen. I wasn't going to let that happen.

The erection in my pants wasn't going away, however, and if I couldn't actually have her physically, I could at least relieve some of the pent up desire on my own – hopefully keeping me out of trouble.

I removed my pants and crawled into bed. With my eyes closed, I pictured beautiful woman after beautiful woman – some I'd had, some I'd merely fantasized about – and yet, each time, the face in my head morphed back to the woman sleeping in the next room.

Sabrina.

Dammit, I cursed myself as I stroked my cock. The fantasy was too strong, however. I couldn't think of anybody else no matter how hard I tried. But what would indulging in a little fantasy about Sabrina hurt? It wasn't like it was something I would actually act upon. It was make believe. No harm in that, right?

I imagined the way her pussy would feel wrapped around my cock, how amazing it would be to be sheathed inside of her tight little hole. I pictured her bouncing up and down on top of me, her breasts jiggling as she moved, her perfect mouth wide open as she whimpered in pleasure. I pictured myself thrusting my hips and driving my dick even deeper inside of her, making her gasp, making her scream my name.

I tightened my grip around my cock and pumped it even harder, thinking about how tight she must be. Was she a virgin? Doubtful. With the way she looked, she could have had any male on campus and maybe had. But I had to admit, having known her for so long, it was hard to imagine that sweet girl as anything but a virgin. Either way, her pussy was likely nice and tight, probably tighter than any I'd had before.

I was fully immersed in the fantasy, stroking my cock and dreaming about my best friend's daughter fucking me, and that's when I heard sounds from the room next to mine.

Moaning. Sabrina's moaning.

Her sounds were muffled by the wall separating us, but I could hear her still, and that only added to my rich fantasy. I now knew what she sounded like in the throes of pleasure, and it sounded amazing. Now, not only was I picturing her bouncing up and down on my cock, I could hear the sounds of her own orgasm approaching.

I tried to picture what she was doing. Was she on her back with her legs spread wide? Was she up on her knees? Was she fucking herself with her fingers? Or did she have a dildo she was pumping in and out of her sweet little hole?

Sabrina got louder as I tried to stay quiet. I didn't want her to know I was getting off on the sounds of her touching herself – that would only add fuel to the fire and encourage her to continue pursuing me. But oh God, it was so hot.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I heard her call out from the room, a little too loudly, I was afraid. It was almost like she wanted to be heard.

It was just what I needed too. I felt the cum bubbling up inside of me, and as she called out once more, sounding like she was coming, hard. That threw me over the edge and I came too. I pictured being inside of that tight little pussy and filling it with my cum as I exploded in my hand, cum flying onto the bed next to me and covering my lower body. I thrust my body upward, imagining burying myself deep into her one last time as I shot my load just as her cries of pleasure were finally subsiding – almost as if we'd just come together.

In a way, I suppose we had. As I fell asleep in a strange bed, in someone else's house, for a brief moment, I didn't feel so alone. And I drifted off to sleep peacefully and easily for the first time in a very long time.

Chapter Five

JULIAN

With the smell of fresh coffee in the air, I walked downstairs to find Sabrina and her parents sitting at the table. I'd already gone for my morning run, showered and was ready to start my Saturday. Sabrina was still wearing the nightshirt from last night, but had thankfully added a pair of matching shorts this morning. Her parents were both dressed and ready for the day ahead as well.

“Good morning,” I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, Julian,” Sabrina said.

Her dad gave her a weird look – just as I had the first time she didn't call me Mr. Pierce. But he let it slide without comment when he saw it didn't bother me. Her mother apparently didn't even notice – she was flipping through a home décor magazine. She looked up and smiled at me when I sat down to join them.

I couldn't bring myself to look at Sabrina without images of the fantasy I'd indulged in the night before running through my head. So, I avoided her gaze as much as possible without it getting awkward. There was nothing but silence and the rattling of paper in the room – and an odd sense of tension in the air. I expected it was sexual tension between Sabrina and I – her parents didn't even seem to notice. But every time I glanced over, I caught her looking at me with an expression of pure lust.

I picked up the newspaper and flipped it open, pretending to read about the local high school football team, when Sabrina cleared her throat.

“So what are everyone's plans for the day?” she asked.

I had no plans. Not officially, anyway. I had some work to get done, all of which I could do from my computer without leaving the house. But as I thought about hanging out there all day with temptation sitting just a few feet away, I thought perhaps getting out would be good for me. Safer, anyway.

Unless, of course, her parents were going to be around all day.

I looked over at them, waiting for an answer. Dave looked at his wife who held up the magazine for me to inspect.

“I'm going to pick this up today,” she said.

Leaning closer, I saw that it was a painting – probably the exact painting she'd wanted for the dining room and had been hectoring Dave about the day before.

“And I'm going along to pay for it,” Dave said, laughing. “She talked me into it. Like there was any doubt about it”

“Want to join us, Julian?” she asked.

As tempting as it was – just to get away for a bit – I didn't want to be part of that circus. I knew from experience that when Miranda went shopping for anything, it was usually a whole day affair. Even if she knew exactly what she was getting, it often led to other purchases as well.

“Thanks for the offer, but no, I have some work to do – ”

Sabrina smiled as she took a sip from her mug.

“ – so I think I'll be heading into the office for a bit.”

Her smile wavered and a pout crossed her lips.

“Don't be silly, Julian,” Dave said. “Use my home office if needed. Mi casa es su casa, my friend.”

There wasn't a reason I couldn't use his, not really. I just needed to respond to some emails and look over a few proposals. I racked my brain, trying to come up with a reason I needed to into the office. But the only reason is that I didn't want to do any of the work I needed to get done was that I didn't want to be in the house with Sabrina. But I couldn't tell Dave that.

“What about you, sweetie?” Miranda asked, as if reading my mind. “Any plans for the day?”

“Not really,” she said. “I figured I'd relax a bit. Maybe search online for some places.”

“Why don't you come along with us then?” Miranda asked.

For a second, I thought I might get lucky. That I might catch a break.

“No thanks,” she said. “I think I might hang out around here, apply for some jobs and stuff.”

Damn.

“You sure, honey?” Miranda asked. “I hate for you to be cooped up here all alone, all day.”

“I'll keep Julian company,” Sabrina said, winking at me.

I was staring again, even though I was studiously trying to avoid looking at her. Try as I might, I couldn't stop looking at her – and she caught me every time. She shared a smile with me, a mischievous little grin that seemed to say so much and sent chills down my spine.

All I could think about was last night – about how great it felt to jack off thinking about her riding my cock. Of course, the sounds she'd made as she masturbated in her room next to mine only heightened my experience. The sounds she made had been delightful, and I had no doubt they'd sound even better in person, close up.

I gulped down the last of my coffee as I stared down at the table, feeling immense guilt over my fantasy now that her parents were sitting across from me at the table. I couldn't bring myself to look at either of them. It was as if I were afraid that just by looking at them, they'd know the horrible, dirty thoughts I'd had about their daughter – about a girl I literally watched grow up.

If I thought that was bad, that the guilt about a simple masturbation fantasy were bad, I could only imagine what it would be like if Sabrina got her way and we ended up in bed.

Chapter Six

SABRINA

My parents left and we had the house to ourselves. Julian was locked away in his room – he hadn't left for his office, though he'd talked about it. He never actually left, which to me, said he didn't really want to leave. And if he didn't want to leave, maybe it was because he wanted something...

I knocked on his bedroom door and listened – remembering the sounds I'd heard coming from the room last night. Yes, he'd tried to be quiet, I could tell, but there were times he couldn't stop himself from letting out small groans and grunts that I recognized as the sounds of someone orgasming.

At first, there was no answer from inside his room. I thought maybe Julian was asleep. But then I realized that more than likely, he was avoiding me. It made sense. He was probably freaked out. Bless his heart, this probably was a bit much for him. But I'd heard the sounds he made – I knew he wanted it.

I knew he wanted me.

I knocked again, this time speaking, “Julian? You awake?”

After a second, the door opened and he was standing there, staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“I thought maybe we could talk?” I said, biting my lip. “After what happened last night and all. I'm sorry if I made you feel awkward – that wasn't the point.”

His eyes softened, but it took a moment for him to say anything, so I continued, knowing we were alone in the house.

“I heard you last night,” I said. “Through the walls. Just like I know you heard me.”

Julian backed away from the door, turning around and preparing to shut me out, but I pushed on the door and stepped inside the bedroom. I wasn't going to let him get away from me that easily.

“Sabrina, please – we can't do this.”

“Yes, we can,” I insisted. “I see the way you look at me, I heard you jerking off last night. I'm no fool. You want me, Julian. And I want you. Why keep denying ourselves something so special? Something we both quite obviously want.”

Last night had made me ballsy. It had reinforced the idea that I was right about him being attracted to me. And having heard him jerking off – knowing he was jerking off to thoughts of me – I didn't hold back this time. Instead, I walked right up to him and stood within inches of him – my face kissing distance from his.

“I saved myself for you, Julian. Did you know that? Of all the boys I could have had in college, I didn't give in. Even being as horny as I am, I waited. For you,” I said and smiled. “And do you really want to deny me what I've been waiting my entire life for?”

Julian took a deep breath in, as if he was shocked by what I'd just said to him. As if he couldn't believe it – maybe didn't believe me. But his eyes were wide, and yes, there was some fear in them – but there was also plenty of lust. The more I talked about being a virgin, the more lustful and longing his look became. I had to wonder if he'd ever been with a virgin before?

“My virginity wasn't something I wanted to give away to just anyone,” I said. “I wanted to save it for someone who would appreciate it, appreciate me, and who would be gentle, loving and kind Just like I know you will be with me.”

I reached out and stroked his cheek, expecting him to pull away. But he didn't. Instead, he reached his hand out to me as well. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes and savoring the feel of his hand against my cheek.

“Sabrina, wow – I mean, that's such a big thing, and I don't think I'm deserving of that honor,” he said. “Even if you seem to think I am. I think you deserve so much more than I can offer you. You deserve a younger man. A better man”

“It's my decision who's worthy or not,” I said, my voice low as I leaned in closer to him. “And if I say you're worthy, trust me, you are. I'm a consenting adult, Julian. I'm not a foolish little girl. I know what it all means, and I want my first time to be with you.”

Before he could say another word, I kissed him, long and hard and with such a force that even he couldn't pull away. I held his face close to mine, pulling him into me, my tongue pushing past his lips and into his mouth. At first, he resisted – just slightly – but once our tongues touched, it was like a dam of lust and desire had been broken. He gripped my upper arms and kissed me back. I felt the heat and fire in his body as he kissed and touched me. I released my grip on him, and he continued to kiss me as if finally, he'd given himself permission to do something he'd been wanting to do for so long.

His lips were soft, his face stubbly and itchy. He wasn't the first man I'd kissed – that honor had gone to a boy named Trevor when I was fourteen. It was a stupid decision, but he was the first mature man I'd made out with. And I had to admit, it was far better than any stupid high school or college boy, whose hands groped and pulled at me as their tongue barely moved inside of my mouth.

No, Julian knew how to kiss. He knew the art of kissing, and he knew exactly how to take my breath away.

My hands worked at the buttons of his shirt. I fumbled with them, growing nearly frantic to get his shirt off, eager to feel his flesh beneath my hands. But he stopped me. Grabbed my hands before I could remove a single button.

“We can't,” he said.

“Oh, but we can,” I said, kissing him again. “And we will, Julian.”

I pried my hands free from his and started removing the buttons again. This time though, I got his shirt halfway off before he pushed me up against the wall. He gave me a lusty grin as he pinned my hands to the wall above my head.

“No, Sabrina, this is wrong,” he said.

I felt his erection pressing into my belly as he spoke which told me he didn't think it was entirely wrong.

“Then why does it feel so right, Julian? Admit it, you want it. I can feel it. Your body wants me as much as mine wants you.”

He didn't deny it, but he adjusted, slightly so he wasn't pressing against me. Without the use of my hands, I thrust my hips outward, pressing my lower body into his, feeling his erection pressing against me once more. I wanted it. Needed it. Had to have it inside of me. As I ground myself against his hard cock, I smiled at him – the mischievous grin of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. He looked at me, a low, lusty growl escaping his throat as I pressed myself against him even harder.

“Your parents could be home – ”

I kissed him before he could finish, tasting his sweet lips and feeling his tongue against mine. I wrapped my legs around his body so that he was holding me up – and that meant he was pushing his hard cock into me. My body was on fire and I was absolutely dripping wet. Keeping clean, dry panties when Julian was around was apparently, an impossible task.

I let out a muffled groan as I ground my body onto him, feeling his hard dick pressing into the very center of me. Julian shuddered, but kept his position, holding me up with only his body and hands. He stared into my eyes, and I saw his need clearly. He trembled with it. But he fought so hard within himself, struggling with the idea of fucking his best friend's daughter – the little girl he'd known, all grown up now.

I knew it had to be weird for him. But time changes everything. I was a woman. He was a man. We presumably both liked to fuck. So why not do what we liked doing together?

“I can't – ”

“You can,” I said. “Oh, I know you can, Julian. I know you can. I can feel how bad you want it. Believe me, I want it just as bad.”

I whimpered as I continued rubbing myself against him, like a dog in heat. I needed him so badly, I couldn't control myself. I just wanted him to tear my clothes off and fuck me against that wall. Right then and right there. I wanted that hard cock deep inside of me and I honestly didn't care who was home or who heard. I needed him.

“Please, please, Julian – fuck me, please. Fuck me now. I can't wait any longer, baby.”

His breathing was ragged and heavy, and I knew he was fighting so hard against his need. Struggling with what he obviously wanted against what he thought was right and proper. He was trying so hard, but I could see the look on his face. It was primal. Animalistic. His base nature – the base nature in us all was beginning to emerge. His need was winning out, the little devil on his shoulder was working overtime, trying to talk him into this.

“Please, baby? Please, take my virginity and fuck me. Be gentle with me, but you can do whatever you want to me, Julian. You can have me any way you want. Make me to anything you desire,” I continued, purring into his ear. “I've waited for so long.”

“Fuck,” Julian muttered, his voice harsh.

His eyes were squeezed shut, and I could tell he was fighting so incredibly hard to not give in to me. His body was shaking with a raw need, a need that was taking over his body bit by bit. It was a slow erosion of his sense of what he thought was right and moral. But I was wearing him down – slowly, but surely, I was weakening his defenses. The battle was turning and it wouldn't be too much longer before I could claim victory in the war. And of course, to the victor go the spoils – which, in this case, was his very hard cock.

He was mine. I just needed to seal the deal and we'd be together, our bodies united as one.

“Oh God... Oh God, please...” I continued rubbing my sopping wet pussy against him, begging and pleading in a breathy voice. “Don't deny me this, Julian? Please don't deny me... don't deny yourself either. You know you want it. So do I.... Let's just do it, baby. There is nothing wrong with it. In fact, there is everything so right about it.”

The more I spoke, the more he shook, but he continued holding me there, caught between a rock and a hard place. He wanted me, he wanted this – but he was scared.

But as his eyes opened back up, I saw that they were full of a primal heat, and I knew – the devil had won.

Which meant that I'd won.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” I murmured.

Julian kissed me long and hard, pressing me harder into the wall with his body. I felt his size pushing into my pussy, only clothing separating us, and I knew I was in for a treat – a long, thick, hard treat. My body was going to need to take a little time to get used to him, sure, but once it did – oh man, it was going to be amazing. Even more amazing than my dildos and vibrators, that was for absolute certain. They served a purpose. Were a means to an end. But there was no way in hell they were going to be able to compete or compare with the real thing.

Julian let go of my hands, and I wrapped them around his shoulders, as he carried me over to the bed. He looked deeply into my eyes as he laid me down, his body falling on top of mine. Propping himself up on his arms, he stared down at me, that look of need still there on his face, and kissed my neck. Then he moved lower, kissing and sucking my collarbone, making me groan in pleasure. All the while, he continued pressing his hard cock against the hot, wet center of me.

His hands worked at my shirt, and after what seemed like an eternity, he managed to slip it off, pulling it over my head and exposing my breasts in a silky black bra. He cupped my breasts in his hands and stared down at me, that animalistic need to just fuck burning bright in his eyes. I welcomed it.

“God damn, you're so fucking sexy, Sabrina,” he croaked. “When did this happen?”

He tickled my nipples with his fingertips, making my body twitch beneath his touch and drawing a throaty sigh from me.

“Please – ” I begged him, my head moving from side-to-side on my pillow.

“No, I can't just fuck you, Sabrina,” he said. “Not if this is truly your first time. It wouldn't be right.”

I stared up at him, afraid of what he'd just said. “But I want you to be my first – ”

“If I am to be your first, it needs to be special, Sabrina. I'm not going to rush it and I'm not going to just use you like a common whore or a drunk girl at a frat house. You're far more special than that. And you deserve to be treated like it.”

I felt the smile returning to my face. “And this is exactly why I wanted you to be my first, Julian. I knew you'd treat me right. I knew you'd know how to be a gentleman.”

“Of course,” he said, kissing me softly. “Of course, sweetie. But I really want it to be perfect for you, so let's not rush things, okay?”

I bit my lip, afraid that this was his way of getting out of it. That by “not rushing things,” he was saying that we'd work on this over time – meaning, not today. Though, I had to admit that this was perfect. That as of right now, this was living up to the hype I'd built up in my head and blowing away all of my expectations. It was perfect, I thought to myself.

“This is exactly the way I want it to be, Julian,” I said, stroking his cheek. Unlike before, he didn't pull away from my touch. Instead, this time, he actually leaned into my hand and closed his eyes, a relaxed look on his face. “This is already perfect. There's no way it can't be perfect as long as you're the one inside of me.”

When he opened his eyes, he looked down at me and sighed. It was a sound that was pleased. Relieved. It wasn't a sight of frustration, but one of absolute happiness and contentment. As if this was exactly what he was waiting for too.

I started by kissing his lips, then moved to his neck – dotting it with small, soft kisses. He moaned softly as I started to lick and suck on his neck. As I kissed him, I let out little whimpers of anticipation as he continued grinding that beautiful cock into me. My legs were wrapped around his body and I pulled him down onto me.

“This is perfect,” I whispered into his ear, nipping at the lobe. “This is exactly what I've been waiting for Julian, so give it to me – please? Give it to me?”

He was fighting once more, but his resolve was weakened quickly. Far faster than it had before. In a moment of weakness, I pushed him off me and flipped us around so I was the one on top of him – mostly so he couldn't change his mind. I was the one in control and I straddled his body, pressing myself down onto him. Now that he was on bottom, looking up at me, he looked even more afraid than before.

But I wasn't going to let him change his mind. Have second thoughts. Whatever. I was going to make sure he couldn't get away from me so easily. As I continued to kiss him, undressing him some more, his body finally started to loosen up. He let his hands wander across my body a bit more, cupping my breasts as I sat up and removed my bra. He licked his lips as I let my bra fall to the bed and exposed my plump breasts to him.

His eyes went wide as he stared at them, obviously liking what he saw.

“See? I told you I was a grown woman, Julian,” I said, grinding my hips down onto him.

Biting my bottom lip, I reached down and with a coy smile, started unbuckling his pants. He didn't stop me, he just continued to stare at me with a look of absolute desire on his face. He put his hands on my hips and held me down a bit as I started to thrust his hips upward, grinding that hard dick into me – drawing a groan of pleasure from me.

Slipping my hands down his slacks, I took hold of that thick, hard cock and watched as his eyes rolled back in his head. He moaned in pleasure as I squeezed his dick tight, stroking it up and down a little bit. He was nice and thick, and large – just as I knew he would be. Larger than any toy I'd ever used on myself, that was for sure. I couldn't even wrap my hand around it completely, but I did my best, stroking him as he let out a low groan.

“See? That feels good, doesn't it, Julian? Nothing wrong about that. In fact, there's nothing but good about that.”

I was enjoying the look on his face as I stroked his cock. It was an expression of pure rapture. Bliss. As I kept softly jerking his cock, I was growing wetter by the second – my panties were going to be soaked by the time we removed them. It would help him slide inside of me though. Hopefully, at least. Might as well get as lubed up as possible, to help ease the transition. I'd done my best to prepare myself for this day, but there was nothing that could prepare me for him.

“Yes. Oh yes,” he muttered between clenched teeth.

His head was back on the bed, his eyes were struggling to stay open as he watched me stroking his cock. I took his dick and placed it between my legs, my skirt up around my hips and only a thong separating us now, and I rubbed him against me. Feeling his hard cock against my most intimate parts caused me to spasm, feeling so close to orgasm before we even got started. That's how badly I wanted him inside of me. But I wanted to hold off. I didn't want to come until I had that amazing dick deep in me.

I rocked my hips up and down as I stroked him against my body, and then with the tip of his cock, I pushed the panties aside and we touched. It was something I'd wanted and had dreamed of for so long, that the sudden fulfillment of that fantasy was almost too much. Just feeling the tip of his prick against my tight, wet little hole brought me to the edge of orgasm.

His cock against my clit. It was an amazing sensation for our most intimate parts to be together, so close, and yet so far away. I continued to rub against him, feeling like my entire body might explode with pleasure before I even slipped him into my pussy and rode that delicious cock.

Moving his dick lower, I placed the tip directly against my opening as I watched him. His eyes were wide and filled with need as I rubbed him against my opening, the tip of his cock getting slick and wet with my juices.

“We'll have to go slow,” I said, nearly breathless. “To let me get used to you, of course. I need a moment to adjust to your size.”

“Of course,” he said. “Go as slow as you need to.”

This was it. We were doing it. My stomach was doing flip-flops, my heart was racing, and my pussy felt like it was engulfed in flames.

I lifted my body and placed the tip of him against my opening, using my hand to help me find exactly the right spot. I couldn't take my eyes off Julian, I needed to look in his eyes as he entered me for the first time. Wanted to see his reaction to his dick slipping inside of me. I wanted to see his face, if for no other reason, than to remind me that this was really happening – that this wasn't another toy and another fantasy. This was for real. That it was his cock inside of me – not a dildo.

Gently, I lowered myself down, taking just the tip between the lips of my pussy, but even that was exquisite. There was a little pain, but nothing too bad yet. Nothing I couldn't handle, and nothing too bad at all. But then, we weren't very deep yet. I knew that I had to expect some pain – maybe even a little blood too – though I'd done my best to prepare myself for this moment with my toys, so I hoped it wouldn't be too bad.

I slid down on his shaft just a little lower, this time gasping as I stretched open further than I'd been stretched before. The feeling was surreal – a mix of pleasure and pain. Julian's hands were on my hips and he kneaded my skin gently, lovingly, as I continued slowly lowering myself onto him, taking him deeper and deeper inside of me.

“You can stop at any time,” he said.

“I don't want to stop,” I gasped, taking even more of him into me.

My eyes shot open wide and I yipped when I moved a little too deep too soon. This was slightly uncomfortable, but not terrible. The fullness was unlike anything I'd imagined, and it was amazing. I needed more, and I needed it fast, but I knew to keep moving slowly.

Julian's jaw was clenched tight, and I knew he was struggling. He thrust upward slightly, plunging himself almost completely inside of me, and I cried out.

“I'm sorry – I didn't mean to – ”

“I know, baby,” I said softly, easing down even further. “It's okay. I'm fine.”

This was it. I was about to take his entire cock inside of me. I closed the distance, felt him buried deep inside of me, and it took me a second to get used to the sensation. I just sat there, a moment, rejoicing in the feeling of having him inside of me. The pain was there, just a bit, but the pleasure was overpowering. Intense. Even better than I'd imagined and fantasized that it would be.

I stared down at Julian, and he placed his hands on my hips, holding me there, savoring my tight pussy around his cock. He twitched and I felt him move inside of me. It was such a strange sensation, but one I enjoyed immensely.

I slowly started rocking my hips, moving gently back and forth on top of him. His hands worked over my body, cupping my breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing my nipples. Feeling him filling me up and moving inside of me sent electrical signals throughout my entire body that caused me to speed up. Soon, Julian's body was moving with mine, in our own little rhythm, as I leaned forward to kiss him.

But he beat me to it, grabbing my head and pulling me down toward him, kissing me long and hard as he moved his body underneath me, fucking me gently – just as he promised he would.

I was still getting used to everything, my movements weren't perfect, but Julian didn't seem to mind. He was kind and patient with me. Everything was at my pace, and while going slow was nice, I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel him pounding his hard cock deep into me. I wanted to wanted to hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he fucked me.

“Please, take over,” I said.

Julian knew what I'd meant right away. He held onto my hips as he moved, rolling over and changing positions so he was on top of me – all while never taking his cock out of me. Now that he was on top, staring down into my eyes, I knew that the real fun could begin.

Julian moved slow, at first, but I begged him, “Faster, please – please, fuck me, Julian. Fuck me hard. Fast. Deep. Just fucking pound me, baby.”

He was concerned, watching my face carefully as he sped up. His brow was furrowed, but on his face as an expression of pure bliss as he thrust inside of me. He slammed his cock as deep as he could go inside into my pussy, drawing a gasp out of me.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I said. “Not at all. It's good, baby. Don't stop. Keep going.”

That was a lie, it actually had hurt a bit. But I wasn't going to say anything that might make him stop since it had mostly felt so good. It felt so fucking amazing to have him deep inside of me, at last.

“Keep going!” I begged, writhing underneath his lean, strong body. “Don't stop! Keep fucking me.”

Taking my hands in his and holding them against the bed, he started to really fuck me – just like I'd always wanted him to. He thrust his hard dick into me again and again, pounding me so hard, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room. He took me to new heights, giving me more pleasure than I'd ever experienced before. Far more than I'd actually anticipated all those nights I fucked myself with a vibrator, pretending it was him.

“You're just so tight,” he grunted. “So fucking tight – I've never felt a pussy like yours before, Sabrina. – I don't know if I can last very much longer.”

I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him tightly against me, wanting him to lose control, wanting him to fill me with his cum. I wanted so badly to feel his hot seed spurting deep inside of me.

“Cum, baby,” I said. “Please, cum inside of me. Shoot that hot fucking load deep in me, Julian.”

“But – ”

“I'm on the pill, I'm not stupid. I want you to fill me up with your hot, sticky cum. I want to feel it dripping out of me, baby.”

I ran a hand through that sandy blonde hair of his, marveling at the beauty of the man. Marveling at the feel of his cock inside of me.

Still, Julian slowed down, which made me pout a little bit. He didn't want to end things so fast – and for that, I was a tiny bit grateful. Okay, more than a tiny bit. Extending the length and intensity of the pleasure wasn't a bad thing.

But then, my entire body started spasming, my pussy clenching around his cock, causing him to shudder against me as he kept fucking me. Sweat rolled down his face and poured down upon me. It dripped from his forehead and splashed down on me, as he tried everything in his power to keep from exploding inside of me too soon. Or at least, sooner than he wanted to. Seeing him so close to the edge, and imagining our orgasms combining together was all it took to send me over the edge.

My body bucked up toward his as I screamed out, dragging my nails down his back as I came. I moaned and groaned, calling out his name as I shuddered with my orgasm. And Julian watched me as I climaxed, a look of desire in his eyes and a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He was enjoying having his hard prick inside of me as I came hard all over it.

“Julian – Oh God, Julian,” I cried out, barely able to form a coherent sentence, much less do anything besides moan.

No amount of masturbating could have prepared me for this. This was a whole new level of pleasure – far beyond anything I'd experienced before. And I loved every goddamned second of it. I wanted more.

That's when Julian's breath grew ragged, his thrusts became more determined, and I could tell he was close to coming. My spasming pussy was literally milking the cum from him. His eyes grew wide and he grunted as he buried himself deep – so deep it hurt – and let out an animalistic groan that sent shivers through my entire body.

His warmth filled me up and caused me to climax again, and this time, we came together, holding onto each other and groaning, barely able to breathe. It was hard to tell where his body began and mine ended as we both were washed away on an intense sea of pleasure brought on by our simultaneous climaxes. Once the pleasure died down, we stayed like that – united as one – for a few seconds while we both regained control of our bodies, breath, and hearts.

Julian's cock slipped out of me and I felt some of that hot, sticky cum leaking out of me as well. He turned over onto his back and stared up that the ceiling. He'd fallen down beside me as he fought to catch his breath. I was shaking, and was on the verge of tears. And once he saw the look on my face, he pulled me close.

“Oh God, Sabrina – I'm so sorry.”

“Sorry?” I asked. “Why are you sorry?”

“I should have tried harder to stop all of this. Look at you – ”

“I'm not crying because I regret it, silly,” I said, looking into his baby blue eyes. “I'm crying because I'm happy. So very happy.”

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. I felt warm. Content. Happy. I got the feeling that this might not be the last we saw of Rory? We were silent for a while after that, mainly because it was hard to find the words to talk about what happened between us. I was afraid to ask what this meant for us – if there was an us. And I think Julian was just trying to figure out how he felt about it all. I wasn't sure if this was going to be a one-time thing, or if it was maybe something Julian and I could do again. Maybe regularly.

Only time would tell what became of us, however. And I was going to have to wait and see the long term fallout of this – of whether or not Julian would be okay with what happened.

God knew I wanted this to go somewhere. I wanted to be with him. But I couldn't force it. I got my dream – or at least my fantasy – fulfilled at long last. Now to see what happened once I woke up – well, we'd just have to see about that one.

Chapter Seven

JULIAN

Dinner that night was awkward, to say the least. Dave and Miranda were so caught up in making their plans to redecorate that they barely even acknowledged Sabrina and I at the table. Thankfully so, in all honesty. I still had trouble making eye contact with either of them. I'd slept with their daughter just hours before, and there we were, eating lasagna like nothing had ever happened.

If Sabrina felt weird about it all, it didn't show. She was very good at hiding it. Every time I looked over at her, she flashed me a mischievous little grin that promised more of the same of what she'd had earlier today, later on. Sometimes she moved her foot and used it to rub my leg with her foot. Or the other, marginally less subtle thing, was when she accidentally touched me as she passed the plates around the table. She was playing with me still, all while her parents were at the table with us.

Which was why it was a good thing they were so caught up in their interior designing.

And even though I felt bad about lying to my friends, I couldn't help but look at their daughter in a new light. Every time she smiled at me, I pictured those lips wrapped around my cock. When she touched me, I remembered the way her hands raked down my back, scratching me raw as she came. Remembered the feel of the soft skin of her hands as she gripped my cock, stroked it. When she got up to get something to drink, she swished her hips and I stared, a little too obviously, at her ass, remembering the way she felt beneath me. Remembering how those legs felt wrapped around my waist as I pounded my cock into her.

“What do you think, Julian? Think it looks good?” Miranda asked.

I nearly spit my wine out on the table, fearful that I'd been caught staring at her daughter's ass. Sabrina turned toward me in that moment and caught me, smiling. Miranda, on the other hand, was focused on the paint swatches she held in front of me.

“I think it looks very good,” I said, unsure of what I was actually commenting on. The only thing I was sure of in that moment, was that it wasn't their daughter's ass – which yes, did indeed look very good. Felt good in my hands too.

“See? He agrees with me,” Miranda said.

Dave shot me a look of death, his expression promising retribution later. I honestly had no idea what I'd just agreed to, so I shrugged, trying to play it off. Hopefully whatever it was, it wasn't too bad and he'd get over it fairly quickly.

“He's just saying that to get you to shut up, Miranda. Julian hates yellow.”

For the first time since she started talking, I looked down at the swatches. Yes, they were yellow. Incredibly yellow. Obnoxiously yellow. Dave was right, I hated yellow. And the swatches she was showing me only validated my choice to despise the color.

“You want to paint your dining room that color?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That's what we were talking about, yes! Seriously, were you not listening to a word I said?” Miranda flicked her dark hair over her shoulder, giving me a look that rivaled her husband's. This was exactly why I didn't bother to get into such talks with them. You could never win.

“I think it would look fantastic, mom,” Sabrina said, egging her mom on. “Bright and cheery, which is what this house needs more of. I think that's what Julian was thinking, dad.”

“Exactly. I thought we were talking about accent colors,” I lied.

“Oooh, an accent color. Maybe that would be better,” Miranda said, holding up the yellow swatch to get a better view – as if she hadn't been obsessively staring at it for hours already.

This time I smiled over at Sabrina, thankful to her for saving my ass, literally. She walked past me, from behind, and ran a finger over the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. She was having way too much fun with all of this. Still, there was something energizing about this little game of cat and mouse we were playing with her folks. Something forbidden. Taboo. Something that just made you feel alive, knowing that you were doing something so taboo.

“You cold, Julian?” Dave asked.

“No, I'm fine,” I said. “If anything, I'm a bit warm.”

“Yeah, it is a bit hot in here, dad,” Sabrina said, fanning herself as she sat down. She winked at me playfully.

Dave looked confused, giving me a questioning look. All I could do was shrug again and stare down at my plate.

“The lasagna is great, Miranda. Did you make it yourself?”

“Do I look like someone who cooks?” she scoffed. “No, Rosa made it before she left. Used my mom's recipe though. But it's missing something...”

If there was one thing I could count on, it was Miranda talking about something. You never had to worry about a conversation when she was around – she was content to carry on all by herself. Which meant as long as I could keep her talking, we could avoid conversing and I wouldn't give anything away. Since I was still feeling incredibly guilty about fucking their daughter, I felt that was the best route to go.

“Oh, speaking of Rosa, she said you didn't end up going into work today, Julian,” she said. “Are you feeling okay?”

It was meant to be a joke, I could tell the way Miranda was laughing at me. But I couldn't bring myself to laugh along with her, I had to choose my words carefully for fear of being found out.

“I decided to rest instead,” I said. “After everything I've been through, I figured I deserved a bit of a nap. And it felt wonderful, let me tell you.

Dave pretended to look out the window. “Sorry, just checking to see if Hell has frozen over.”

They laughed, so I feigned a laugh to at least seem like I was amused as well. But as I tried to avoid talking about what – or who, actually – I did that afternoon, Sabrina ran her foot all the way up the length of my leg, coming a little too close to my intimate parts. I coughed, choking on my last sip of wine, causing both Dave and Miranda to stop their teasing and look at me, seriously.

“Maybe I'm not feeling so well after all,” I lied, faking a follow up cough.

Sabrina taunted me this time. “Awww, poor baby have a little cold? Maybe you should go upstairs and get some rest?”

Her foot was still wedged between my legs, her toes teasing my cock. She smiled as she teased me from across the table, her parents oblivious to what their daughter was up to. I felt those familiar stirrings in my groin again and knew that I was going to have a raging hard on any moment. I just hoped I didn't have to get up any time soon.

“Maybe so,” I said. “That might not be the worst idea ever.”

At least it would get me away from this table, this awkward conversation, and a girl who seemed hell bent on forcing me to fuck her on top of the table in front of her parents, I thought to myself. I stared down at my plate, wondering how I was going to stand up and take it into the kitchen without Dave and Miranda noticing the fact that I was aroused when Sabrina came up behind me and grabbed it, placing it on top of hers. She tipped me a wink and gave me a small smile. She obviously knew what she'd done to me and was throwing me a life preserver. I was more than thankful for that.

“You too, Sabrina?” Miranda asked, a touch of disappointment in her voice.

“I have a job interview in the morning,” she said. “I want to get some rest to make sure I'm ready for it.”

“A job interview? On a Sunday?”

Sabrina and I shared a look as she took my plate into the kitchen, dropping it into the sink with a clatter.

“Yeah, I thought it was weird too. But the guy I'm interviewing with is apparently traveling all next week and wanted to meet with me before he left. Said he's hoping to fill the position sooner rather than later.”

She was so smooth and so polished as she talked her way through that lie, even I believed her. Hell, maybe she was telling the truth. For all I knew, she actually was meeting with a guy about a job tomorrow. I had my doubts, but what did I know?

“That's great, sweetie. Where at?” Dave asked, turning to look at his daughter.

“Uhh just a small start-up, I can't remember the exact name offhand,” she said. “I have it written down upstairs though.”

Okay, now she was failing. She was stumbling over her words and looking at me for help.

“Didn't you mention an interview with Harper International? Is that the place you're interviewing?”

It was a completely fictitious company, but it sounded good. No such place existed – and I hoped Dave wouldn't go and look them up online – but I'd had to think fast, coming up with it on the fly – using my ex-wife's maiden name. Kicking myself for my terrible lie, I just prayed no one thought twice about it and they'd just take Sabrina at her word.

“Yeah, that's it,” she said, waving it off. “It's nothing major. Probably nothing I can really build a career around, but it could be some good experience that I can parlay into something better, you know?”

I excused myself before I could be brought into anymore lies, and slipped off to the guest room. As soon as the door was closed behind me, I fell against it and closed my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled – and kept up that exercise until my heartbeat returned to normal. Damn. That was hard. All of the lying and deception to cover the fact that I was fucking my best friend's daughter. I shook my head and felt the first tinge of regret filtering through me.

Maybe I had made a mistake. Maybe I should have resisted a little more. Maybe I could have prevented it from happening at all. But she knew exactly how to push my buttons. Knew exactly how to get me right where she'd wanted me. It had been utterly amazing and a big part of me wanted more of it. More of her. Part of me was hoping her parents would go out – or at least, go to bed – so I could have her again.

I mentally kicked myself for thinking that way. I shouldn't do it again. I shouldn't fuck Sabrina ever again. It was wrong. And it was risky. Very risky. But damn, it had felt amazing. Talk about conflicted.

And to think, I still had a few more weeks to go before my house would be ready. And years of dinners and golf outings to get through after that. Years and years of looking Dave and Miranda in the eye, knowing that I'd had my cock inside their little girl – and had to hide it.

It would never get easier, would it?

A knock on my door startled me and set my heart racing again. If I didn't have a heart condition before coming to this house, I sure as hell was going to have one when I left.

“Yes?” I said, almost afraid to open it.

“It's me,” Sabrina said, her voice low. “Can we talk?”

Talk. Huh. Isn't that how she prefaced it last time? And we saw where that had gotten us – an afternoon of hot sex, under the table foot jobs, and a whole hell of a lot of awkward, strained conversation with a couple of my oldest friends. Of course, I couldn't put all the blame on her. It wasn't all her fault. I'd certainly played my part in all of this too. I'd made my bed, now I had to lay in it.

Even though I thought letting her into my room to “talk” was a bad idea, I couldn't exactly turn her away. Not after what had happened between us, we did need to talk. She deserved that. I owed her that. I was a grown man and I needed to stand up. Needed to take responsibility for my actions. Which meant opening the door and talking to Sabrina like the adults we were.

But the moment I opened the door, I knew that Sabrina had other ideas. She pushed her inside my room, kicking the door shut behind her and hushing me with a kiss before I could protest. Her tongue was in my mouth and I felt my wall of resistance crumbling. She ran her hands all over my body as we kissed and I followed suit. Her tits just felt wonderful in my hands, as did her ass. And when she grabbed my cock through my pants, it was all I could do to keep from bending her over the dresser and fucking her right then and there.

Eventually, I managed to extricate myself and take a couple of steps back, out of breath, my head spinning with lust and desire.

“What happened to needing to talk?” I asked, pulling away.

“Oh, we do need to talk, but I figured we could do other things first – ”

She dropped to her knees in front of me and reached for my pants, but I stepped back, pulling her up from the floor. Which was hard, because I really wanted to see those perfect lips wrapped around my cock. Really wanted to see those big, beautiful eyes staring up at me as she sucked me off. Really wanted to pull her hair and fuck her mouth, shooting my load deep into her mouth as well as all over her gorgeous little face.

But no, we couldn't. We had to be smart about all of this.

“Your parents are right downstairs,” I muttered, quickly buttoning my pants back up.

“So?” she said with a laugh. “They're busy bickering about paint swatches and what style of fabric goes with it. We'll just have to be quiet.”

“I'd rather not risk it,” I said softly, lifting her face up to look into my eyes. “Let's talk, Sabrina. I think we need to chat, don't you?”

“Why? Because you're going to tell me we can't do it again, right?” She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Why must you be so difficult, Julian. Seriously – ”

But this time, I was the one who stopped her. I kissed her, surprising us both. Because let's face it, I probably should tell her that what we had was a one-time deal, but I wasn't able to do that. I was weak. Unable to do the right thing. I was letting my cock determine my behavior – which wasn't a good thing. To say the least. What happened between us was amazing in more ways than I could count, and this woman was driving me crazy. I wanted her. Needed her. But knew I shouldn't have her again.

I tried to convince myself of all the reasons sleeping with Sabrina was a bad idea and was something that shouldn't be repeated. I went through the list in my head several times – the whole time knowing that it was rubbish and I wasn't going to adhere to any of those reasons anyway. I was going to fuck Sabrina again. It seemed to be a foregone conclusion. We just needed to be smart about it.

“I don't know what is going to happen between us, Sabrina, but whatever happens – we need to talk about it first. I think it's critical that we set some boundaries and ground rules. We've got to figure out what the hell we're doing, because I feel like I'm losing my mind here.”

“Me too,” she said. “But it feels amazing.”

“Yes, it does,” I admitted, stroking her cheek. “It really does. And that's the reason I need to be cautious about us moving forward.”

“Cautious? Why?”

“Because the last thing I want is to cause trouble for either of us,” I said. “Well, any more trouble than we've already got on our hands.”

Chapter Eight

SABRINA

What I felt for Julian was real. So very real. It was so real, it hurt. And I wanted to believe what he felt for me was just as real as what I was feeling, but it was hard to tell. He struggled with what was happening between us. I could see that he was still trying to deal with the morality of it all – despite the fact that there was nothing immoral or wrong about what we were doing. But when I'd gone to his room that night, I saw something that made me think perhaps there was a little something more there too. Maybe deep below the surface, but I was pretty positive that it was there.

I knew he'd been lonely ever since Beth had left him. And I often wondered why he didn't date other women. He certainly wouldn't have had any difficulty finding somebody else if he'd wanted to. He was filthy rich, incredibly gorgeous – and if they ever got to see that amazing cock he had in his pants, they'd be lining up around the block.

But he'd remained alone. He'd he had a few flings here and there, maybe. I didn't know for sure. But if he did, he never talked about it. And he most certainly never brought any women around. Instead, he remained utterly alone and seemed to focus on his house remodel and work more than anything. That was, until that day he took my virginity, then everything changed.

And we continued having sex, by the way. It became less awkward, and much less painful too, as the time went on. But it still remained every bit as amazing as the first time we'd done it.

“Yes, oh yes,” he muttered quietly as I sucked his cock for the first time, my red lips wrapped firmly around that thick base. I watched him and his reactions from below as he looked down on me, stroking my hair.

The first time he came in my mouth, it was hard not to gag at the strange taste, but I had managed to swallow it all down, wiping it from my chin with a gleeful grin. I looked up at him with eyes that literally begged for more. He looked at me, amazement in his eyes – along with a very healthy dose of lust and need. He never seemed able to get enough of me. I couldn't count the number of times he'd cum either in me or on me and be ready to go again. It was like his cock never softened until he commanded it to. I'd always heard that older men had difficulty performing multiple times, but with Julian, I knew that I'd never have to fear that. He was as virile as a teenage boy and had the stamina to boot.

And Julian was always ready and willing to give it to me, every chance we were alone.

We fucked, yes, but it was more than that. We also talked. We talked a lot. We kissed. We cuddled. And overall, I filled his bed on many occasions, always sneaking out before my parents would wake up and catch me sleeping over. It was a risk, but after a while, it was one we were willing to take.

Up until the moment we got caught, that was.

It was another Saturday, much like the one when we'd first slept together. My parents were out running errands and Rosa was off for the day – leaving the two of us alone in the house. So naturally, we did what we did when we had time and were alone – we fucked each other's brains out.

I was on top of Julian, riding him hard and fast, fucking him as he sucked on one of my nipples. Because we were alone, we didn't even bother being quiet. It was always hot when we were able to be loud, able to say anything we wanted and talk as dirty as possible. For me, I always loved hearing him calling my name – as well as calling me a few other, naughtier things. So, it always made things more intense when we didn't have to worry about keeping our voices down. My parents had literally just left, so we were confident we had at least a couple hours to spend fucking each other.

“Fuck yes, Julian,” I cried out, riding him hard, bouncing up and down on his cock.

I was on the verge of coming, I could feel my climax burning inside of me, readying itself to burst, but I was holding out. I always loved when Julian and I came together. It was a magical moment when both of our bodies spasmed and shuddered in shared bliss, and I was holding out for it. Waiting for it, letting it build within the both of us.

Julian was close, I could tell by the way he was breathing and grunting – and by the way he was thrusting deeper and harder into me. It was like he was out of control and was so desperate to come, that he was trying to make it happen. But I thought he sounded almost like an animal when he was close, going buck wild, literally, as I fucked him as hard as I could. He met my rhythm with his own lunges upward, shoving himself deep inside of my tight little pussy. I clenched down tightly, causing him to cry out in pleasure, a sound I'd never get tired of hearing.

“Yes, yes, oh God – Yes!” I screamed out at the top of my lungs.

Julian loved the sounds I made and the things I said, it made him come even harder and I wanted that hot seed spilling out of me. Julian let loose of my nipple and muttered, “I'm....cumming...” before his body jerked upward. He grabbed onto my ass and pulled me down hard on top of him, and that was it. I lost all control, screaming out his name as my orgasm tore through me like a bolt of lightning. My body felt like it was on fire as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.

It wasn't until our pleasure had subsided that we realized someone else was in the house with us. Footsteps. On the stairs. I stared down at Julian and he stared at me, both of us wide-eyed as I rushed for my clothes and he rushed for his. I was halfway to the closet when the door swung open with no warning. It had just flown open, slamming into the wall behind it with a hard thud – the sound of judgment. And there was my father standing there in the doorway, glaring at us.

He'd heard everything. I could tell from the look on his face. Even if I managed to hide in the closet, he'd heard it all.

“Daddy,” I muttered, covering myself with my shirt, “What are you doing back already?”

His face was bright red, his fists were clenched at his side and he wasn't even looking at me. He was staring at Julian, a fiery rage in his eyes that I'd never seen before. It was half-crazed and made him look scary. I half expected Julian to spout out a terrible line about how it wasn't what it looked like, but he knew better. We both did. There was no use in trying to lie or cover it up. We'd been busted red handed with our hands in the cookie jar.

“Sabrina, go to your room,” my dad said, his voice colder than ever. “I need to speak with Julian.”

“Listen, Dave – ” Julian said, but perhaps he shouldn't have because my father pulled his fist back and launched it straight into Julian's jaw.

The sound of my father's fist slamming into Julian's face was like a gunshot. It was a loud, solid popping noise. I watched as Julian's head snapped backward and he grunted with pain. Watched as blood erupted from his nose, running down his face in a gushing line. Julian hit the floor with a grunt, before he jumped to his feet again and stared my father down.

I screamed, rushing toward them and trying to stand in the way.

“Daddy, stop! I'm not a little girl anymore!”

“Get the fuck out of my house,” my dad said, staring at Julian and ignoring me. “Now.”

Julian didn't fight back. He simply nodded and picked up his clothing and threw them on – and started to leave, his head down, avoiding everybody's eyes. I could see the look of guilt, shame, sadness, and anger that was burning in his face. I started to follow behind him when my dad stopped me, grabbing me by the arm. He spun me around and stared at me. The demented, half-crazed look in his eyes hadn't abated and the fact that he was looking at me like he was unnerved me. I half expected him to punch me in the face like he had Julian.

“Let me go!” I demanded, fighting against his grip. “I love him!”

My heart stuttered in my chest and my blood ran cold. What was I saying? We hadn't said the L word yet – hadn't come close to it. But there I was, blurting it out like an idiot. Julian paused in the doorway, but he didn't turn around to look at me. I was now sobbing, my body racked with sobs, trying to get to him but my dad held on tightly and wouldn't let me go.

“I love him,” I repeated, hoping he felt the same way about me.

Maybe if he said it back, my dad would see – this wasn't just about his friend fucking me. He and I had something special and something wonderful building. Yeah, we were fucking like rabbits, but we were also getting to know each other on a deeper level. I wanted him to tell me that he loved me back so I could shove it in my father's face, show him that this was about a lot more than just sex.

But Julian didn't say another word. He just walked from the room silently and sullenly, his head down and his hands in his pockets. And my father wouldn't let go of me until we both heard the front door close behind Julian as he left the house.

As soon as he let go of me, however, I threw on my shirt and rushed down the stairs. I opened the front door, but it was too late.

Julian's car was already roaring down the driveway, pulling out onto the street and speeding away with a squeal of his tires.

Julian was gone.

My mom stood nearby, staring at me with her mouth hanging wide open. She looked at me, then up at the stairs at my father as if she was torn about what to do – comfort me, or back my father up.

“I love him,” I said a third time, this time for my father's benefit, not Julian's. “I'm a grown woman, free to do and feel what I want. And I love him.”

“You don't love him, Sabrina,” my father said, walking down the stairs. “You're too young – ”

“You're one to talk, you goddamn hypocrite,” I said, motioning toward my mother.

“She was in her thirties when we married, child – ”

“I'm not a fucking child, dad,” I screamed at him. “I'm an adult. I'm a grown woman who is fully capable of making her own choices about who to fuck and who to love, whether you like it or not.”

“He took advantage of you, sweetheart. He's an older man, you're a naive, younger – ” my father said.

His voice was softer, gentler. It was as if he were trying to connect with me. Get through to me. To see the deeper wisdom he obviously believed. The problem was, it was all bullshit.

“I'm not naive, and I was not taken advantage of,” I said, crossing my arms in front of me. “For your information, I'm the one who came on to him and made my feelings known. He resisted and tried to talk me out of it, but I wore him down. I persisted until I got what I wanted.”

My mom took the moment to speak up. “I agree,” she said softly, staring at my dad as she spoke. “If there's one thing that can be said about our daughter, she's not naive. And she has always been longing after Julian, Dave. You know this. You've known this ever since she was a teenager.”

“But he should have known better. He should have had the balls to tell you no,” my dad said. “How long has this been going on?”

“Long enough to know I love him, dad,” I snapped. “And that's all you're entitled to know. I am a grown woman, after all. I'm entitled to my own secrets.”

I no longer had any desire to speak with him. Just looking at him, remembering what he'd done to Julian made me sick. He made me sick and I wanted to be where ever he wasn't. I wanted to get upstairs to my phone and call Julian. After the bomb I dropped on him – saying I loved him – and the way my dad had talked to him, I needed to speak with him. I needed to make sure he was okay.

“Get back here,” my dad said as I walked up the stairs. “We're not done here.”

“Yeah, we are,” I snapped. “We're so fucking done, dad.”

I didn't even turn to look at him, it disgusted me to even think about looking at him in that moment. Instead, I flipped him the bird from behind as I reached the top of the stairs and went into my room, slamming and locking the door behind me.

I fell into my bed, the tears falling harder than before, as I reached for my cell phone. I dialed Julian's number but it went straight to voicemail. Not that I was entirely surprised.

What if this was it? What if it was over – before it even had a chance to begin?

No, it couldn't be, I cried to myself. It couldn't be over. It just couldn't. There was still so much to see, so much to do. There was so much to learn about one another and so many nights to spend together.

I loved him. I'd meant it when I'd said it, and I think, deep down, I might have always loved him.

I couldn't lose him now. Not when we were so close to something so special.

Chapter Nine

JULIAN

My phone buzzed, but I couldn't bring myself to look at who was calling. Besides, I already knew who it was bound to be. It was either Sabrina calling to talk about everything that had just happened. Or it was her father, threatening to kill me for sleeping with his daughter. Either way, I wasn't really up to talking to anybody at that moment. I just wanted to be left alone.

Not only had I lost my best friend, there was more going on that I couldn't comprehend. Like Sabrina telling me she loved me. Did she love me, really? Or was that something she was saying just to get under her father's skin? I couldn't deny that my fondness for her had grown immensely over the time we'd spent together. And I had to admit, I enjoyed her company more than I ever thought possible. But love? Could she love me? Or was it infatuation? A little girl's fantasy? And how did I really feel about her?

But she wasn't a little girl anymore, that much was true and obvious. Perhaps we needed to stop thinking of her like she was. I'd learned that much over the past few weeks. Sabrina was all woman, all the time. But her father apparently never got the memo. Not that I blamed him. If I'd walked in on him sleeping with my daughter, no matter how old she was, I'd have punched him too. I wasn't angry with Dave, not at all. His reaction – though strong – was understandable. I wasn't mad. I was simply – sad. In mourning for a longtime friendship lost.

My phone continued to ring, and as I pulled up to my house, I looked at the display and saw that it was Sabrina. On a whim, I decided to answer it. Though I wasn't sure why – maybe I needed to hear a friendly voice amidst all this chaos.

“Julian,” she said, her voice hoarse from crying. “Thank God you answered. I'm so sorry – ”

“No, I'm sorry, Sabrina,” I said, wishing to be able to comfort her through the phone. “This is my fault. I should have--”

“Don't say it, sweetheart,” she begged me. “I can't bear to hear you telling me that you regret what we've done.”

My heart broke. “I wasn't going to say that, sweetie. I should have handled things better. Maybe I should have even talked to your father before he caught us – or something. I don't know.”

“He never would have listened, no matter what,” she said. “You know how he is. You know what an absolute asshole he can be.”

I knew that to be true, but what happened just didn't sit well with me. I didn't want to lose Sabrina, but I also didn't want to upset and hurt my best friend. At least, not anymore than I already had. There had to be a better way of going about this, of fixing this thing between us. I racked my brain but couldn't come up with idea one. If there was a good idea out there, I couldn't think of it. My mind was blank.

“To him, I'm always going to be a child,” she said, sounding annoyed. “I'm sick of it. I just want to be treated like an adult, you know?”

“He's your dad, Sabrina. You'll always be his little girl.”

“But he needs to let me grow up,” she said. “He needs to understand that I'm able to make my own decisions about things.”

That was true. I couldn't argue with that fact. Still, I did see her father's side as well. Maybe that's the reality of being her father's age – I could actually see his side of things, probably clearer than she ever would. I could relate to her dad in ways that she couldn't.

“What are we going to do?” she asked me. “I can't stop thinking about you.”

“We'll figure it out, Sabrina. Just give your father some time to cool down first, then we can see what happens. Maybe we can find a way to talk to him about everything that happened.”

She didn't sound too happy about that. “I just need to move out already.”

“Get a job first. Then talk about moving out. I want you to have the best possible start in life, Sabrina. I don't want you to struggle or scrape by.”

“Now you sound like my dad.” She chuckled slightly on the other end of the phone.

“Well, I am closer to his age than I am yours.”

“Very true. But you're not like him, Julian. Not at all.”

“I'm more like him than you know, Sabrina. But I'm not your father, and for that reason, you'll always see me differently. And I'm glad for that. I truly am.”

“Me too.”

She was already sounding happier, and hearing her cheering up made me feel a little better. I knew that I very likely lost my best friend, and I wasn't sure how I was going to continue carrying on with his daughter, but if Sabrina was going to be okay and get through this – well – I'd figure out a way to survive too. I always did.

“Julian? I meant what I said, you know.”

“I know,” I said gently. “I know you did.”

There was silence, almost as if she was giving me a chance to say it back. And in that silence, I heard the unmistakable sound of expectation. I knew she wanted me to tell her that I loved her too. But I didn't want to tell her I loved her like this. Not after an emotionally intense – and distressing – situation. And certainly not over the phone. If I did tell her that I loved her, it needed to be under better circumstances. Not over the phone. Not like this.

“I guess I better get going.” The sadness was back in her voice and it sent a lance of pain through my heart.

Closing my eyes, I tried to think of how I could reassure her. How I could let her know that I indeed cared about her. I settled on something sort of generic that probably wasn't as reassuring as I'd intended it to be.

“This isn't the end, Sabrina,” I said. “It doesn't have to be the end of things. You know that, right?”

“I hope not,” she said softly. “I couldn't bear losing you.”

Everything in me hurt. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from falling. “And I can't imagine losing you either, sweetheart. I really can't. Somehow, someway, we're going to get through this. Together.”

“I hope you're right, Julian.”

“Trust me.”

Chapter Nine

JULIAN

Sabrina and I spoke every night for the next few weeks, and it always killed me to be away from her. There were times when she was fighting with her father or stressed about a job interview, and I wanted to go over there to comfort her. Reassure her. Make her see and believe that everything was going to be okay. But I couldn't. I needed to keep my distance from her family, let them repair their relationship before I interjected myself into the mix again. Sometime, later on down the line, when Sabrina and her father had fully healed, we could see what happened between me and her dad from there.

Or at the very least, we could wait until Sabrina was out from under her parent's roof and on her own. Because that was my first, and worst mistake – we should never have slept together in her parent's house. Not after they'd taken me in as their guest. Not that I had much say in it, but looking back, I felt terrible about crapping on their hospitality by secretly sleeping with their daughter. It had been a low class, low rent thing to do. And for that, I was sorry and ashamed of myself.

Every night, before we'd get off the phone, Sabrina would tell me she loved me. Then she'd wait for me to say it back for a few, long, awkward moments, but I never did. She never stopped telling me, however, and for that, I was grateful. In the middle of the night, when I was alone in my hotel room, and eventually my own bed back at my finished house, I'd remember her and remember her sweet smile, and it kept me going.

I was tossing and turning late one night, unable to sleep, when my phone rang. I assumed it was Sabrina, calling back as she sometimes did when she couldn't sleep. I didn't bother checking the display when I grabbed my phone. I'd simply grabbed it and answered. I was surprised however, when it wasn't Sabrina's voice I heard, but a man's.

“Sorry if I woke you up,” Dave said quietly.

“You didn't wake me, I couldn't sleep anyway,” I said, sitting up in my bed. I was stunned, almost too stunned to comprehend what was happening. I was beyond shocked that Dave was reaching out to me. “What's up?”

“We need to talk.”

“Yes, we do,” I said.

“My daughter insists she loves you and that I'm being ridiculous about all of this,” Dave said. “Am I?”

“I don't know if I'm a good judge of that, considering the circumstances. I wouldn't consider myself an unbiased source in the matter.”

“My wife agrees with her, mostly. She still thinks what happened and the way it all went down is pretty fucked up. But she thinks I'm being too hard on Sabrina too. She thinks I'm being an overly protective asshole. Which is the only reason I'm calling you right now. Let me ask you one thing, Julian – do you love my daughter? Was she more than just a good time for you too?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, unsure of how I should answer such a question. Either way, I was talking to my best friend about fucking his daughter. No matter what I said, I was still the asshole who'd not only slept with his daughter under his roof, but had damaged what had been a good relationship between Dave and Sabrina. The family was at war and that was my fault.

“She wasn't just a good time for me, Dave,” I said. “That much, I can promise you.”

“But do you love her?” he asked me.

Taking a deep breath, I decided now was as good a time as any to answer the question that Sabrina had been asking me too. It wasn't how I wanted it to come out – I actually wanted to be in front of her, looking into her eyes when I said it. But the whole situation was all kinds of fucked up and there was no idea scenario for any of us in this situation. I'd wanted to tell her in person, but I obviously wasn't going to get that chance.

“Yes, I do actually,” I said softly. “I love her very much.”

Dave was quiet for a moment before saying, “Well I guess that makes it somewhat better then. Or at least, not quite as fucked up.”

I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I didn't.

Dave asked, “Can we get together sometime tomorrow and talk in person?”

“As long as you promise not to punch me again,” I said.

“You kinda deserved that.”

“Yes, I did,” I said. “I'll admit that I screwed up. But I'd like a chance to make things right. Not just between you and me, but with Sabrina as well. Because believe it or not, Dave, I have fallen head over heels in love with your daughter, and I'd really like the opportunity to tell her that, in person. If you'd be willing to let me.”

“Not so fast, Julian – let's take this all one step at a time. But yes, we can talk. Tomorrow. And I promise not to throw any punches.”

“Fair enough.”

At that point, I wasn't really in a good position to bargain with the man. The fact that he was giving me the time of day to talk it out at all was more than generous.

All I could do was talk to him, see where it all went, and hope for the best.

Chapter Ten

SABRINA

“You coming down for dinner, sweetheart?” mom asked, peeking her head into my bedroom with a friendly smile.

“I'd rather not,” I said, flipping a page in my book. “I'll grab some leftovers later. Either that, or I'll just go out and grab something.”

My mother sat down on the bed beside me. “I know it's hard, Sabrina. Your dad is stubborn, sure, but he's also hurting. You're his baby girl and Julian was supposed to be his best friend. What happened between you two – he's struggling with it.”

“But we both know that Julian would never, ever take advantage of me, mom,” I said. “How long have you known him? Do you really think he's some sort of deviant sexual predator?”

“I know he's not. And I also know that you've been in love with him since birth, pretty much. It just took us all by surprise, that's all,” she said. “You never expect your daughter to end up with a man that's your age. Especially one who watched her grow up. I'm not saying it's right or wrong, I'm just saying that it takes a little time to adjust to the reality life throws at you sometimes. And you know your father – he sometimes doesn't do well with unexpected curve balls. Especially, when they're of a personal nature.”

I knew all of this. I understood it. “But it doesn't make dad's reaction right. Not at all.”

“No, it doesn't,” she said. “But it makes it more understandable, doesn't it?”

“Maybe so,” I mumbled. “But to keep me from seeing Julian? After I've told him a million times that I love him? That's an absolute dick move, if you ask me.”

“Your father isn't perfect, but he's willing to admit when he's screwed up, Sabrina. Give him a chance to make amends. He might just surprise you.”

“I highly doubt it,” I said. “Old dogs, new tricks and all that.”

“Just come down to dinner and let's talk, as a family.”

She gave me a small smile as she patted me on the back. She stood up and walked toward the door, turning and looking back at me. I saw a look in her eyes that I couldn't quite place. It was then that I realized she was pleading with me – with her eyes. She had been caught in the crossfire and was watching her family get torn apart. I knew she was hurt and she didn't deserve this. The least I could do was go downstairs and enjoy dinner – ignoring my dad as mom and I chatted about whatever. I could go and have dinner – with her.

“Fine,” I said. “I'll be right down.”

My mom smiled and then walked downstairs before me, but I followed behind soon after. As I walked down the stairs, however, I noticed that there were four settings at the table – not just the typical three for us.

“Are we having company?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at my mom.

“Yes, we are actually,” my dad said, walking into the dining room from behind me.

I turned and my jaw hit the ground as I stared at Julian, standing only a few feet away – and next to my father. My first instinct was to run to him, to embrace and kiss him. But I put that instinct in check. I knew that if I did that in this environment that had been superheated ever since that day, it would more than likely cause even more problems. There seemed to be a fragile peace in place and the last thing I wanted to do was jeopardize it. I needed to keep it together, keep the peace, and perhaps my mom was right – maybe we could make amends. I mean, if my father was willing to invite Julian back over, I supposed anything was possible.

“Sabrina,” he said softly, a smile on his face. “It's good to see you.”

My heart skipped a beat. “It's good to see you too, Julian.”

My father cleared his throat before speaking, “Julian, I believe you have something to tell my daughter.”

I looked at my dad, then back at Julian, a curious look on my face. I had no idea what was about to happen, but a million different nightmare, heartbreaking scenarios flashed through my head. My heart was thundering in my chest and I felt my palms growing damp with sweat. I didn't know what was about to happen, but I feared that I wasn't going to like it.

“What is it?” I feared for the worst.

I was suddenly sure that my father had gotten to him, convinced him to break things off with me in order to save their friendship or something equally as cruel as that. My head spinning and my heart racing, I steadied myself by placing a hand against the wall. And when Julian began to speak, I was suddenly grateful I'd had the foresight to brace myself against something.

“Yes, I do. I have something to say to your daughter,” he said, clearing his throat and stepping forward, coming toward me. He took my hand in his, holding it as he spoke. “Sabrina Prescott, I know this may come as a surprise, but I love you.”

My knees went weak and I almost toppled to the floor, despite the fact that I was holding on to the wall. “You what?”

“I love you,” he said, and a nervous smile was shared between us. “I love you, Sabrina. There, I finally said it. And it feels damn good to say it too.”

“I – I love you too,” I said, feeling as if I might pass out from all this going on at once.

Right there, in my family's dining room, Julian was professing his love for me and I was able to give it to him in return. In front of my parents? Was I dreaming? Was this some sort of cruel hoax? An alternate reality? What in the hell was going on?

I looked over at my mom who was smiling, her eyes welling with tears. She took my father's hand in hers and squeezed it tight. And while my father wasn't smiling and still looked distinctly uncomfortable, he at least looked to be handling this better than I thought. At least he wasn't throwing punches at Julian.

While I was looking away, Julian dropped down to his knee. It took me a few seconds too long to process what I was seeing and realize what was happening. It wasn't until I saw the ring in the box in Julian's hand that it hit me.

“No way,” I said, shaking my head, tears welling up in my eyes as I looked over at my father in disbelief.

“Sabrina,” Julian said, holding my hand in his, “I've already asked your father permission, and he gives us his blessing – will you do me the pleasure of being my wife?”

“Seriously? Yes! Yes! Of course,” I said, my mind and body alternating between a sense of euphoria and a state of shock as he slipped the giant rock on my finger. He stood up and we kissed, but I still felt like I might pass out.

“When? How?” I asked, not able to form a coherent thought, let alone sentence.

“Your father called to talk to me last night. Then we met earlier today,” Julian explained, pushing my hair from my eyes so he could stare more fully into them. “We worked things out, Sabrina. We worked it out and he understands now. He understands that what we have is real. And this isn't just some old guy preying on a young, naïve girl.”

“Daddy?” I asked, choking on the words. “Is this true?”

“It is,” he said, a small smile on his face at last. “I just want what's best for you, sweetheart. And Julian is a good man. He's one of the best I've ever known. If you two are in love, I support you being together. It's just going to take a minute for me to get fully used to it and comfortable with it. But – I'll get there. Just be patient with me, honey.”

I couldn't believe it. Not only was my father saying we could be together – openly – he had given us his blessing to get married. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined anything remotely like that happening.

“Are you happy, sweetheart?” my mom asked me.

“Very much so,” I said, tears of joy filling my eyes. “I'm getting married to the man of my dreams! How could I not be happy?”

EPILOGUE

TWO YEARS LATER

SABRINA

Do you ever look at your life and wonder how you ever got so lucky? It's like, you can't quite figure out what you've done to deserve all of the good fortune to come into your world. It happens to me every single day of my life. I've got a husband who adores me, takes care of me, who provides for me, and who treats me better than any man my own age ever could, I feel truly blessed.

Sure, people comment on our age difference and assume I'm with him for his money. Little do they know that I was once a little girl madly in love with him, long before he found success in business. It wasn't his money, it was him. But some people would never be convinced. I could just shrug those people off though, knowing the truth of the matter.

I find myself sitting next to him, doing mundane things like eating dinner or watching tv, when it hits me all over again – he's my husband. Julian Pierce, the man I'd grown up around, the man I'd always crushed hard on, was my husband. This was real. Absolutely real. It was no longer a dream or a teenage girl's fantasy for me.

I was better for him than Beth ever was too. I knew a side of him that very few people did, a side that only came from having grown up around him and seeing him in normal, everyday, mundane life. He was so amazing to me back when I'd been a child – I always knew he'd make a wonderful father. He was scared, of course, but once we discussed the idea, weight out all of the pros and cons, he realized that maybe I was right.

My parents were excited for their future grandchild – a little girl according to the ultrasounds. Our family was just getting started, and no matter if we'd only have the one child or many more, I knew we'd be happy.

The day Ella was born was the best day of our lives. I'll never forget how beautiful she was. She'd stolen my heart from the first moment she'd drawn breath. She was the most beautiful little girl in the history of the world. I was convinced of it and nobody would ever be able to convince me otherwise.

But even more amazing than seeing my child enter this world and draw breath for the first time, was seeing both my father and Julian doting over the little girl, making cooing noises, and planting soft kisses on her chubby cheeks and belly.

“She looks like you,” Julian cooed. “She looks so much like you.”

My mom beamed proudly at me, tears rolling gently down her cheeks. Her genes were good genes to have, I had to admit. Ella wasn't going to be lacking for beauty, I was convinced. Between my mother's genes and the genes of my very handsome husband, Ella was going to be the envy of many girls. I thought I did pretty okay for myself with my mom's genes – I did snag the man of my dreams, after all. But I knew that Ella was going to be an absolute stunner. She was going to do just fine for herself in this world. I was sure of it.

And I made Julian promise me that no matter what, he'd always be understanding of Ella, allowing her to be her own person and be free to love whoever she loves. The last thing I wanted was for him to turn into my father and start punching out the men she fell in love with. Not only would he probably break a bone if he tried to punch somebody at his age, he would be a giant, flaming hypocrite if he objected to somebody she loved. All I needed to do was remind him of the incident – and that should shut him right up.

Oh, and he better not punch any of her future boyfriends, no matter the circumstances. Because just like she was his little girl, I had been someone else's daughter once too. And he'd swept in and swept me off my feet. He needed to make sure to make allowances for such a fairy tale to happen for our little girl.

But I had to admit, as I stared down at her sweet, innocent face, I understood my father – and my mother – more than ever before.

Dad’s Business Partner

Chapter 1: Megan

It is a fact of life that when a woman wears sexy lingerie underneath her clothes - no matter how modest - she will feel confident and beautiful, even if no one sees it.

It is a fact of my life that if I wear sexy lingerie underneath my clothes, not only will I feel confident and beautiful, but I would want someone to see it.

I grew up around fashion shows. My father created one of the top modeling agencies in the country. Fashion had become my life - The slinky models with clothes that're barely appropriate, the snooty onlookers with money and skewed standards of what's acceptable, the electricity in the air.

There was lust in the air too, tonight. I wasn't sure if that was because of me and my intention to get laid, or if it was the particular designer who had a way of making even a coat seem sexual.

I was back from college at the ripe age of twenty-three - we grow up so fast - and I was aware of the undercurrents now when I hadn't been before. The men's eyes that told women so much more than their lips did. The women who had so much more to offer than a limply extended had. The potential of something wild when everything was so damn sophisticated.

The show was open-air, the night air clung to my cheeks the same way the sweaty urgency clung to my waist and my breasts, and I was on the prowl.

He sat opposite me with the ramp between us, one leg crossed with his ankle on the other knee. His suit pants rode up to reveal dark socks and Italian loafers. He leaned against his hand, finger on his cheek, and there was nothing sexual in the way he looked at the models. Good. If was going to make sure he ended up inside me tonight the sex in his eyes should only be aimed in my direction.

There were two flaws in my theory of sex on demand tonight.

One, I was a virgin. Sure, I wanted sex. I wanted it all the time. But I'd been around enough guys my age at college to know that they were exactly what I didn't want.

Two, Brian Waters was almost twice my age, wildly successful, rich - basically a wet dream - and my dad's business partner. They'd set up the modeling agency together and he saw me as his partner's little girl. He'd never seen me as a woman, not even when I'd started developing breasts and physical urges and a crush on him.

Tonight that was going to change. He didn't recognize me - he would have done something if he did. He didn't know that I was the Megan Philips.

I was dressed to kill. I knew it because all the other men were staring at me. My dark hair was blown out and hung over my shoulders like a waterfall. Men would just love to stick their hands in it. My dress was scandalously short but I covered up more than the models on the ramp. My heels were high enough to make my ass look like dessert.

There was a break between shows. The models were all off the ramp and backstage getting dressed at breakneck speed. The designer had just made his final bow and stepped off. Brian's eye slid over the row of people opposite him and fell on mine.

My heart fluttered and my stomach turned a little. I was nervous. I hadn't ever done this before - not the flirting, of course, that I did all the time. But following through. I knew that this was what I wanted, though.

I uncrossed and crossed my legs, knowing I was giving him a show of my own. His face didn't change at all - there was nothing sexier than a man with an expressionless mask of steel. But he tugged at his collar, then his belt, and looked away.

It gave me a chance to stare at him openly. His hair had turned silver in the time I was gone, but not in a way that made him look old. Just distinguished. He still filled out his suit like he used to and he sat just like he walked - with an air of complete control.

My friends think it's weird that I like older men. If they even know about it. I tend to keep my different sexual preferences a secret. There's just something orgasmic about a man who has money, power, sex at the tips of his fingers. The younger ones don't even know who the hell they are yet. How will they be able to handle a woman like me?

It wasn't fair, of course, They others never had a chance. I'd been fantasizing over Brian for six years. When I masturbated I imagined him, his mouth all over my body, between my legs, his tongue doing what my finger usually did. It was the perfect recipe for a shattering orgasm. The images were left wanting now. I didn't feel naughty when I touched myself thinking of him anymore. I just felt unsatisfied. I needed more.

The people around us started getting up and moving toward the finger food buffet or the champagne bar. Chatter filled the air like a flock of birds. I stayed seated, pinning Brian with a look he couldn't break free from the next moment he looked at me. He swallowed visibly and uncrossed his legs.

My father made his way through the crowd and held out his hand to Brian. I got up, turned my back, and disappeared into the crowd. I wasn't going to make sexy eyes to Brian with my father right next to him. I was desperate but I wasn't stupid.

Chapter 2: Brian

Owning a modeling agency is one of the best jobs a man can ask for. I'm in the business of women's bodies. Ask any male. That's the best job there is. There are the occasional models that will even sleep with the boss. I'm not proud of my actions all the time, but who am I to say no to a pretty face when she's throwing herself at me? I'm divorced and I like to play.

The night air felt clammy against my skin. The tie was too tight, the night dragging on too long. I didn't like the finger food - I'd gotten food poisoning from a mini quiche before and my digestive system wasn't what it used to be. Champagne hurt my head the next day. I reiterate. My digestive system wasn't what it used to be.

Tom was somewhere making the right friends to make our business grow. That man had a knack for business, an eye for money, and he knew exactly how to combine the two to make both of us rich. Being a business partner with him was the best choice I could ever make. There was nothing I would let get in the way of our company. Giving how things were going now I could retire soon, and didn't that sound like music to my ears.

I didn't see myself as old, but it happened more and more that I was around the sixteen-to-twenty-year-olds and I felt like I didn't really belong anymore. It's been a long time coming, but growing up, and then growing old, is a bitter pill to swallow.

This time, though, it was different. It wasn't one of the models that caught my eye, the way they usually did. And it wasn't instigated by me, either. The heated stare came from the other side of a ramp from a woman I'd never seen before, and desperately hoped I would see again. Her hair was dark and luscious and she sat there like a goddess, offering herself for me to look at.

When she crossed and uncrossed her legs my erection punched against my pants and I had to look away before I openly drooled at her. Men my age shouldn't have little boy crushes anymore. I've been married, divorced, and through the mill when it came to sex. I knew how to keep my cool, dammit.

Except then she licked her lips - delicately, not in a slutty way - and rolled them, and I knew I was in trouble. I had to have her. It sounded wrong. Women weren't possessions. But I wanted her. And judging by the looks she gave me she was on board with that idea.

She was young enough to be my daughter. That hadn't exactly stopped me before, as long as it didn't stop them. Again, I didn't get the feeling it mattered to her.

Tom came out of nowhere and stuck his hand in my face. I pulled myself back to reality and smiled, standing up to shake his hand.

"Schmoozing again?"

"I met a woman I think we might be able to work with."

I nodded, rubbing my hands together. "I knew you would have something for us to work with. I can always count on you."

"That's what partners are for."

I glanced toward the seat where she'd been sitting. It was empty. I looked around, searching, but she'd disappeared.

"Who are you looking for?"

I shook my head and looked back at Tom.

"I thought I saw someone I knew." Liar. "How's your daughter?" I didn't ask for a name because I kept forgetting what he called her. How old was she now...? I didn't know that either. I was a poor friend if I couldn't keep track of his life, but then again, we were business partners first and foremost.

"She's good, thank you. Traveling up tomorrow. She got her MBA now."

I nodded absently, trying not to look like I wasn't searching the crowd. Yes, I was being juvenile. Yes, I could have anyone I wanted and it didn't matter who the woman was if it was just a body to get off. And by extension, yes that made me sound like an asshole. But this one was different. I didn't know if it was that she looked like more than just an ass or a pair of tits, or if it was because for the first time since my divorce a woman had made me feel worth more than just a cock with a lot of cash, but I wanted her. Specifically.

"Oh, that's Sonya Schiffer. We have to show face," Tom said. I looked in the direction he was pointing, didn't register anything, and shook my head.

"I think I'm going to go grab something to eat."

Tom frowned. "You never eat at these things."

I raised my hand to my head. "I forgot to eat earlier and my blood sugar is dipping. You don't want me stealing the show by passing out in front of everyone, do you?" I nudged him and grinned. He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. Maybe he didn't think I was funny. Maybe he wasn't buying it. I didn't care.

"I'll catch up with you later. I just need to get something in the system."

I patted my stomach but when I said 'something' I didn't really mean food. Tom passed me to make nice with Sonya Someone and I made my way to the buffet. If she wasn't here she would be at the champagne buffet. If she wasn't there... I didn't know.

I spotted her at the champagne buffet just as I was running out of options. The dress she wore was royal blue. Golden jewelry. Fitting. She defined the word Goddess. I walked up to her.

"Are you enjoying the show?" I asked.

She smiled at me, her eyes dark and drowning deep, and nodded.

"You know, I own the model company that."

She raised her eyebrows. "Really. So you're in the body business."

I chuckled and scratched the back of my head. "Yeah, something like that."

She nodded and looked around. "Looks like business is good."

I looked her up and down. Curves. Hips drew my eyes to her secrets. Breasts that made my mouth water. And she knew it. When she noticed I was looking she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, turned her body to me. She wanted me to look.

"You should be on the ramp." Of course, there was nothing about her that would qualify her as a model. She wasn't sickly skinny or taller than I was. But that wasn't the point.

"Oh, I can't do that."

I frowned. Was she going to be modest and say she wasn't pretty? "I think you could pull off modeling."

She shrugged. "Maybe, but if I joined your company you would be my boss. There's no sleeping with the boss."

I blinked at her, at a loss for words. Had she just said that? Straight up? She looked at me with an open face, an innocent smile, and eyes that told me I would be a fool if I believed at all that she wasn't capable of dirty things.

Chapter 3: Megan

He was eating from the palm of my hand. If you show your body to a man he's like putty in your hands. There are very few men that can look away from a pair of breasts staring them in the face and say no, anyway. That was honorable. I wasn't looking for honor tonight.

It was sweet that he was trying to throw compliments about being a model my way. We both knew that would never happen, but he was trying. That counted for something, at least.

I had to admit I did feel like a million dollars standing there. A million dollars playing with fire. Brian was around forty now if he was anywhere near my dad's age, and my dad was around here something. He didn't know I was, though, so he wouldn't just recognize me. I'd come up a day earlier than I was supposed to. My dad was a man and he wouldn't be looking for my face in the crowd.

"How long is this night still going to be?" I asked. I wanted to go home. I wanted to go home with Brian.

"It's still a long event, I'm afraid. I can call you a cab if you would like, though."

My heart sank with the ugly weight of disappointment. He was so eager to ship me off. Was it because I was too young? Or because he knew who I was?

"Of course, it will be a pity to see you leave before the real fun starts."

I shivered when he said that. His words weren't that special but the way he looked at me when he said 'the real fun' made me think we weren't talking about the after parties that usually happened after the fashion shows were over.

"You think it will be worth my while to stay?"

He nodded immediately without giving it any thought.

"Absolutely."

He smiled at me. I smiled at him. In those two smiles, something passed between us that came dangerously close to the point of no return.

"Will you escort me to the party when it's time?" What I really wanted was to be alone with him. Brian looked at his watch. It was a golden Rolex, screaming out how much money he had. Of course, that wasn't what it was about for me, but the fact that he wasn't just an older guy but a loaded older guy made it all the more exciting. I grew up with enough money in my life but my father had never spoilt me.

Maybe he'd thought it would make a difference. Judging by what I was planning on doing before the end of the night it really hadn't made that much of a difference.

"Of course. It's still some time before the party starts - the guests need to leave and then the rest of us need to mingle. We're looking at an hour."

I looked around. "And the rest of you hang around here drinking champagne for an hour?"

He shook his head. "Some of us have a look at the view from the terrace."

"Some of us?"

He grinned, looking sheepish. "It's not really open to anyone. But the view is spectacular from there."

This was where I needed to make my move. I wrapped a hand around his arm.

"Will you show me?"

He hesitated. If it wasn't open to anyone I would be alone with him. The thought made me shiver again.

"Okay."

Score. I left my hand right where it was on his arm and he led me through the crowd and then away. The chatter and the music faded to a dim background sound and the silence of the night took over. Brian led me around a wall that jutted out into the middle of nowhere in a presumptuous pose of design and then we were completely alone. The terrace was a wooden deck that jutted out over a cliff and the city lay stretched ahead at our feet, lights twinkling, the world sleeping.

"This really is beautiful," I said. I hadn't expected it to be so breathtaking. Brian was looking at me when I turned my face to him. He moved my hair to the side, his fingers touching my skin and leaving a trail of fire behind. I trembled. Now or never. If I didn't make a move I was going to chicken out and regret it for the rest of my life. I stepped into Brian and pushed my lips against his. He froze against me and I was scared for a moment that he would push me away. But he'd brought me here and I was sure he'd picked up what I'd been putting down.

It took only a moment before he started kissing me back. He grabbed my arms with his hands and pulled me against him. His lips moved against mine and then his tongue was in my mouth. He didn't taste like alcohol at all - only peppermint and himself. Hadn't he been drinking? I was the only one with sufficient alcohol in my system. He was doing all of this completely sober. I felt the stubble on his lips, his fingers digging into my skin and his erection in his pants.

It awoke something inside of me that overpowered the nerves of the inexperienced. My body knew what it wanted, what was happening. Heat flooded my body and pooled between my legs. I moaned into Brian's mouth.

His hands left my arms and found my breasts and there was no going back. I wanted him. More now than ever. Brian marched me backward until my back hit the wall we'd rounded to find the terrace in the first place. Some sort of creeper plant hung around my head and tickled my shoulders. I ignored it.

Brian slid his hands down my body, over my hips, and onto my bare leg. His body was pressed up against mine, grinding his hunger against my hipbone.

A hand found its way under my dress, pushing it up as he moved up to where I wanted him to be. When his fingers pressed against my panties I gasped. I pulled them to the side and pushed them into me. I moaned, trying to keep quiet. I'd done all of this. I'd done everything besides sex. I'd wanted to save my virginity for someone that was worth that special part of me.

I was willing to give it to Brian.

He removed his fingers for a moment and pushed his hips away from me, fumbling with his belt and then his zipper. He freed himself from the confines of his pants and I stared. Hard. Veined. Eager. There was nothing middle-aged about his manhood. The tip glistened with lust and I was right on board with that.

I pulled my panties down, let them fall off one foot and hiked up my leg. I felt the cold air on my exposed sex and shivered. Brian didn't let me stand in the cold for long. He closed the space with his body. I felt the buckle against my thigh and then he placed himself at my entrance. I shivered again with anticipation this time instead of cold. Or nerves.

When he pushed into me I cried out. The ecstasy was followed by a sharp pain that shot into my abdomen. Brian frowned, searching my face. He looked confused only for a moment before his eyes widened.

"Oh, my God." He looked me straight in the eye. I closed my eyes for a second. "You're a virgin."

His voice was hoarse, gravelly, already lost in what we were about to do. I nodded. How could I deny it? It wasn't like he wouldn't be able to tell that I hadn't had sex before. There were signs.

He swallowed. "You want me to keep going?" His breathless voice told me how hard it was to ask the question.

I nodded, breathing hard. I needed him to keep going.

He shook his head, braced himself against the wall with one hand and his other on my hip. He pushed into me. The pain was acute, but a moment later the pleasure overrode the pain and I was in a new world of bliss. Holy shit, was this what I'd been holding out on? It was fucking fantastic.

But it was worth the wait. I knew that someone older would be the right choice. he made me feel like I was everything and the moment he'd realized I was still a virgin he changed gear and handled me like I could break. It was exactly what I needed.

I gasped, my eyes squeezed shut, getting lost in the sensation. He put his head in my neck and I felt his lips on the soft skin, nibbling, kissing. It only pushed me closer to an inevitable orgasm of a proportion I'd never known.

He grunted in my neck, moving faster and faster. My body adjusted to him and a moment later it wasn't bad anymore. It wasn't comfortable but it wasn't bad.

An orgasm washed over me out of nowhere, starting at my core and spreading through every part of me so that I curled my body around Brian's and cried out into his shoulder to muffle the sound. I grabbed handfuls of his blazer and squeezed until the light subsided and I came back to reality.

When the orgasm was over Brian lifted his head and looked at me. There was a mixture of concern and raw lust all over his face.

"Do you mind if I...?"

I shook my head. "Please." I needed this to be good for him.

He nodded and slowly picked up his pace. He pumped into me, faster, harder. With it came the sharp pain again. My body was okay when we were going slow but this was something else. I cried out but Brian was in his own world now, his actions animalistic rather than thought out. He hammered into me and his body trembled and shuddered. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensation where everything blurred until I was floating in a cloud of delirium. His strokes shortened and quickened another time and a moment later he released inside of me.

His cry was guttural. Mine was sharp. And then it was over. He stayed inside of me just a moment longer before slipping out and leaning against the wall next to me. He breathed hard. I breathed hard. I looked at him.

"We have to get back to the party," he breathed, swallowing hard.

I nodded. I found my panties, pulled it over the leg it had fallen off and pulled them up. I felt how wet I was when the material was against my skin - wet from my lust and his combined. This had been my first time and I was scared Brian would just leave me now. I hadn't thought it through. I hadn't thought about needing to cuddle afterward, needing physical reassurance after the first time having sex.

I should have.

Brian took my hand. "Are you ready?"

I nodded. I was wobbly on my legs and it felt like I teetered on my heels but I wasn't going to look vulnerable now.

"Let's go."

He took my hand, pulled me closer to him, and half of my fears were doused. He was going to stay at my side. This wasn't spooning, but it was better than I'd feared.

Thank God.

Chapter 4: Brian

I walked back with her - the nameless virgin goddess - on my arm and it felt like everyone knew what we'd just done. And they envied me for it. They were jealous of her for it. I felt like a boss. I'd just taken this woman's virginity on the terrace. She'd wanted me to. Sleeping with her felt like a feat in a way that was different than any of the other women I'd conquered.

"Megan!"

We both turned, me because I recognized Tom's voice, and her because I was guessing she was Megan.

"I didn't know you were here tonight, I thought you were only coming up tomorrow."

She smiled and she was beautiful in the young innocent way she hadn't been at all while we'd been doing the deed on the terrace.

"I wanted to surprise you."

I had the terrible feeling that something was wrong, a sinking in my gut. Tom gave her a half-hug and clapped me on the shoulder. It didn't seem right to think that she was a feat now. I wasn't sure why.

"I see you've run into my daughter."

Blood drained from my face and I felt like I was going to throw up. This was Megan Philips? God, she'd grown up. And I'd helped a little with that, hadn't I? My stomach turned again.

"You're taking good care of her, I hope?" Tom asked. I gave him a wan smile.

"Of course."

"Brian is showing me around," Megan said in a syrupy voice and I wanted to claw her eyes out right there. She'd betrayed me. She'd cheated me. She'd tricked me into sleeping with her and now an ax hung over my head and I would never be able to get away from it. If Tom found out what I'd done this would be the end of my career, of our partnership, of my friendship with him... this was such a mess.

Chapter 5: Brian

It doesn't matter how much time passes. Sleeping with your partner's daughter who is half you age isn't something you can every outrun. Months have gone by and it wasn't so raw and fresh anymore but I still hated the fact that it had happened. I still felt like I'd was the one pulling on the short straw. My business suffered from it a little. I was distracted and I felt like a traitor somehow. A traitor, a womanizer, a disgusting pervert. Sleeping with her had been nothing different than sleeping any of the other models I'd slept with. They were all roughly the same age and part of my career as a model agency owner in some way or another.

Except, she had been a virgin. And she was Tom's daughter. Which meant that it really wasn't the same at all.

It didn't influence my relationship with Tom at all, which told me one thing. Megan hadn't told him that it had happened yet. I was walking on pins and needles, though, tip-toeing around him, terrified every time I saw him that he would say something, that he would call me out and it would finally be the day that everything in my life broke.

I got out of the car I'd ordered to pick me up from the airport. I'd been out of town for a week and it had been the only week I'd slept without waking up a couple of times in the night, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I thanked the driver and walked into the lobby. Our offices were situated at the very top of a tall shiny building that could be seen from anywhere in town.

"Brian." I looked to the side. Tom stood in the lobby, waving at me. Megan was at his side. My stomach turned and I wondered what excuse I would use if I threw up right in front of them.

"Morning, Tom." I nodded at her. "Megan."

She smiled at me. It was a beautiful smile - she really was a looker - but I was still angry with her and all I could see was a woman that had put me in a very difficult position and I wasn't talking about Karma Sutra.

Judging by the smile on Tom's face and the fact that he let me within twenty feet of his daughter meant that Megan hadn't told him yet, but that didn't mean it wouldn't change. I was terrified that at some point she would use it when that priceless piece of information would be to her advantage. And my downfall.

The problem was that it was a sort of dream standing in front of her right now. I hadn't seen her since the fashion show, but she had been a constant in my mind. Whether it was because I was thinking about how she'd done me wrong and jeopardized my career, or whether it was because she had been different than anyone else I'd been with was beside. She was always on my mind.

I didn't want to admit that there were times I thought about her and I didn't think about how she'd fucked me over by not telling me who she was, but I thought about what we'd shared and how much I'd thought - at the time at least - it was worth. How much I thought she was worth.

I looked her up and down. Damn, she really was a beauty. She had an hourglass figure in the truest sense of the word. Breasts and ass that balanced each other out. he wasn't leggy and tall like the models I was usually with but she moved with grace and elegance I hadn't seen on any of the girls we sponsored and her hair was like silk. It was pulled back in a ponytail and it made her dark eyes even more pronounced. Her face was open and innocent - yeah right - and a part of me wanted to do her all over again.

I had to regain control somehow.

"Don't you want to help me out?" Tom asked. I blinked at him. I had a feeling it had to do with Megan and I wanted to say no. I didn't. I couldn't, though, so I rubbed my hands together.

"What can I do for you?"

Tom looked at Megan who was looking at me. I wished she wouldn't. Her eyes were big and liquid and it made me unsure of what I felt.

"Megan has been having a tough time finding a job now that she has her qualification. I hired her as one of our talent managers." Oh god. "I'm off to Paris in the afternoon so I won't be able to make sure she's alright here and knows where she needs to be."

He took me to the side a little, leaving Megan a few steps behind us. He spoke in a lowered voice. "She's a little raw and vulnerable, not really used to the real world yet." Oh, if only Tom knew exactly how part of the real world his little girl was. "I was hoping you could take her under your wing, look out for her, make sure that she's alright around here. You know what the fashion world is like and I've kept her out of it all these years. I trust you, I know that you won't let anything happen to her."

I wasn't so sure of that. Tom had no idea what his daughter could be like. If she wasn't the one that was getting herself into trouble, I wasn't exactly someone Tom could trust, either. Look at what I'd done.

I nodded and smiled. "Of course. I'll make sure she finds her way." What else could I have said?