It hurt, but she moved around as she nodded. Brent added the same to the other nipple and tugged as she arched her back and moaned his name. “Look up.”
Cammy glanced up to see a bar hanging from the ceiling, and she stared at it. “What do I do?”
“Hang on,” Brent said as she reached up and he moved under her body. “Tight.”
She gripped it as he slipped his face under her pussy and sucked her into his mouth. “Oh God.” His tongue dragged over her and teased her clit as she struggled to hang above him before he started sliding his tongue inside of her slow and hard. Cammy rocked with him as she felt her body responding and she felt his body slide and his cock under her. Cammy lowered herself on him and let go of the bar as she started to move over him. Fingers gripped the clamps and tugged as she cried out and tried to keep up with him before he pushed her down and started to fuck her. “Brent.”
“Do you like fucking your stepdaddy?” His voice was harsh as she nodded and started weeping.
“I love it. I live for it,” Cammy replied, and he took her deep and rough as his chest brushed against her throbbing nipples. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me harder.” She came with a scream as he stilled and rocked into her slowly as she slipped her hand over his shoulders and looked into his face.
“We’re going to get you on some birth control,” Brent told her as they lay on the bed together. She made no effort to take off the clamps, and she looked at him. “Next week when you’re working. The office is right down the street.”
“Will I be safe?” Cammy asked as he looked at her.
“I am always getting tested, and I am safe. I have no interest in disease and dealing with that. I just want sex. I know that you’re clean because you’re innocent.” Brent told her as she rolled over to face him.
“I don’t think I am that innocent anymore.”
“No. Do you mind?” Brent asked as she shook her head. “I just don’t want you to use your skills with anyone else.” Did that mean he wanted something from her? Did Brent want something real?
“I wouldn’t.”
Lisa came over the next day once he was at work and they sat by the pool as her best friend discussed the trip to Vegas. Cammy laughed as Lisa described all of the romantic things that Mark did before she looked at Cammy. “What’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?” Cammy asked as she glanced over at Lisa.
“You seem different. Are you seeing someone?” Cammy shifted in her seat and shook her head.
“No. I am going to start working at the office next week, with Brent. His assistant is having a baby, and I am going to fill in. I might be there full time, so I’ll have a lot less time for this.”
“Isn’t summer for relaxing? He can’t hire someone?” Lisa asked as she frowned. She had no idea why I wanted to be there or what was going on, and I wouldn’t tell her. I wouldn’t tell anybody.
“It’s not a big deal. He’s supporting me, Lisa. I can help him out.” I told her as she leaned back and closed her eyes.
“I heard he’s sleeping with one of the teachers from school. Like really sleeping with her. I wonder if she’ll be moving into your house.” Her stomach twisted as she heard the words and knew in her heart that they weren’t true, just rumors. It was better than the truth, though.
“We’ll see, I guess.” They both soaked up the sun but in her mind, Cammy was just waiting for him to come home to her. She wanted her fantasy and to sleep in his arms and pretend that they could be together. Lisa had left before he got home to get ready for a date. Cammy showered and dressed in one of my most revealing summer dresses before she went into the kitchen. Tasha had left early for a doctor’s appointment, and they were on their own for dinner, so Cammy decided to do something with the fresh shrimp in the fridge and make some scampi for him. Her fantasy only kept playing through his head as she imagined herself doing this for him every night after work and the idea of him coming through the door to kiss her hello stopped him in his tracks.
Brent didn’t kiss Cammy; he fucked her. Just like he fucked everyone else. She stirred the butter and the garlic into the pan with a few herbs and mixed the shrimp as she looked at the boiling water behind the pan.
The door opened, and she smiled as he greeted her. “What do I smell in here, Cammy?”
“Tasha had an appointment so I thought I’d fix some dinner. How was your day?”
“Good. I’m looking forward to seeing you there every day,” Brent stepped up behind Cammy, and she shivered as he traced her hips with his hands. “Look at this dress. I like it.” He leaned down and kissed her neck as she closed her eyes. “Do you need anything for the office?”
“It’s business casual, right?” Cammy heard her voice shaking as she spoke and he sucked her skin between his teeth.
“That’s right,” Brent replied as she groaned softly.
“I think I’ll be fine,” Cammy responded as she turned off the scampi and gripped his hand with hers. “I need you, Brent. God, I need you to fuck me right now.”
“Come with me,” his voice matched her urgency, and he dropped his hand to clutch hers and pull her into the living room and down the stairs. Cammy followed as she felt her nipples harden, and her thighs heat up. She walked inside and removed her dress without any orders before she turned to face him with her face looking down towards the floor. “Sir?”
She knew that he was undressing as she heard his clothes dropping to the floor, but Cammy didn’t look up. “We’ve done a lot down here, Cammy. Want to step it up a notch?”
“Yes, more than anything.” He told her to sit on the bed and wait for him, so Cammy turned to sit on the edge of the mattress. Drawers opened in front of her, but she didn’t look. Cammy knew better and received a spanking the couple of times that she did look. Brent walked forward and attached some large clamps to her nipples as she moaned softly. “These are tighter.”
“You’re advancing nicely,” He looked her over with a hungry gaze and nodded at her. “On your knees on the bed.”
Cammy complied and waited for him to come behind her. The first thing that she felt was something dripping between the cheeks of her ass before a finger slid inside of her. “Are you going to have me there?”
“Not quite yet,” Brent assured her as he withdrew his finger and slipped something else inside. “Let’s see how you like this.” It didn’t come out, and she squirmed as she felt herself stretched open just a little bit. “Let’s see how you like this.” The first crack of the leather made her sting and Cammy cried out. The pain and the pressure combined as he continued to flog her and Cammy gripped she sheets as she cried out his name. She was starting to like this a lot and worried that she would never have a vanilla relationship after this, which could be tricky.
Brent dropped something to the floor, and she heard a wrapper as she felt her thighs dampen. Cammy responded well to the way that he treated her, and she knew that this night would be no different. Brent spread her legs and drove himself into her as she cried out and felt herself release onto his long thick cock. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming, Brent.”
“I feel you. Your cunt is so tight, Cammy. I can’t get enough of it.” Brent drove in deeper, deeper, and deeper as she continued to pulse around him. She felt the plug press further into her as her nipples rubbed against the sheets painfully but she didn’t stop coming around Brent as he yanked on her hair and fucked her harder. He yelled her name as Cammy felt him still and release before he dropped behind her and she fell forward onto her stomach.
She dressed as she heard him rustling behind her and they returned to the kitchen. Cammy determined that the food would be okay if she cooked some more pasta and heated up the shrimp and she made quick work of that as he fixed a salad in shorts across the kitchen from her. Her nipples were free, and everything was back downstairs, but she could still feel her body pulsing as they talked about the office and what to expect with her working there. They sat inside to eat tonight, and she glanced at him a few times as he took generous bites and complimented her on her cooking.
CHAPTER 7
“Are you seeing anyone else?” Cammy was surprised by the question as she asked it and his face showed that Brent was as well. She thought back to her day with Lisa and hated it and found herself not liking a lot of her life before she started sleeping with Brent.
“Why are you asking me that?” Brent demanded as he set his napkin down and placed his hands on the table.
“Lisa was talking today, and there are some rumors.” Cammy sipped her wine and tried to appear calm.
“Rumors? That’s all they are. I am only sleeping with you right now.” Brent insisted as she looked at him.
“I knew that deep down, but it slipped out. She just…she wouldn’t understand this,” Cammy said as she gestured between them. “She asked me if I was seeing someone and told me I looked different. I can’t even tell her why.”
“I know, Cammy. I know, and I don’t know what to do about that,” Brent told her as he sipped his whiskey. His eyes looked tormented, and she frowned at him. “This is wrong in everybody else’s eyes. This is taboo.”
“Just a little bit,” Cammy agreed as she shook her head.
“I don’t want to stop this. I like what we have,” Brent told her as she smiled at him.
“I don’t either,” Cammy admitted, and he smiled at her as they seemed to agree. “I can work with that.” She knew that she had changed in the last month and that her life as a supposedly single twenty-two-year-old was over in some ways. She wanted this; dinner at the table and sex in any room with the man that just happened to be her stepfather. It wasn’t a blood relation in any way, but it was still looked down upon. It made her happy, though. If she had to hide that until it destroyed her, she would.
“Good,” Brent answered as he seemed to relax. Cammy wondered if he was as scared of losing her as she was of losing him? He’d made it clear that he was not ready to be out in the open, but they were the same behind closed doors. They went to his room, and she looked at him as she sat on the bed.
“Do you want me in here with you?”
“I do. I like the feeling of you beside me. That’s new for me,” Brent admitted as she looked at him. They turned on a movie to watch as they relaxed with some wine and she snuggled close to him. They had sex before they fell asleep for the night, though Cammy sensed that it was becoming more than just sex as they came together this time. “Did your life revolve around everything downstairs in the room today?” Brent asked her sleepily as he pulled her naked body against his.
“I did. I crave you during the day when you’re at work.” Cammy told him as he traced her stomach with his fingers.
“Wait until we’re there together,” Brent told her as she smiled. “Long lunches with the door locked as I have you on my desk and my couch. I can’t wait.”
“You’ll be able to do that while hiding this?” Cammy asked as he fell silent for a moment.
“I’ll find a way.” They slowly fell asleep together and Cammy woke up early as usual before she went to her room. That was a habit during the week so that Tasha didn’t catch them and she always fell back asleep in her bed all alone. It wasn’t as nice as being with him and she often missed him leaving for work, though that would change in a matter of days.
Today Cammy got up late and decided to go shopping for the day on her own. While Cammy had told Brent that she had some clothes, it wouldn’t hurt to get some more for the office. Hers were mostly for school and fun, and she took the car that he’d purchased for her last year and headed to the mall. She found some great skirts and a few new shirts, as well as some comfortable, sexy slacks. Every time she tried something on, Cammy wondered if Brent would like it if she were smaller. Her mother had been skinnier than Cammy and from what she’d seen of the past women in his life, that is what he seemed to enjoy. Cammy was a firm size sixteen, and he’d never complained, but she couldn’t help but wonder as she paid for her purchase with the credit card that he’d given her early on. Cammy took some bags to her car and locked it back up before she ventured inside of the mall again and looked around.
Victoria’s Secret was right across from her, and Cammy smiled as she sauntered across the floor and paused in front of the door. “Cammy!” She turned her head to see a friend from college and waved as she felt her enthusiasm drain out of her body.
“Hey, Kelly,” Cammy smiled as the redhead approached her and glanced at the store. “I heard they’re having a sale. I thought I might stock up.”
“I’ll check it out too. How is your summer?” Kelly asked her as Cammy reluctantly followed her into the store.
“I’ve just been relaxing at home for the most part. I am going to start working at my stepfather’s office next week to help him out so that’ll make time pass by. I was just buying some clothes for that.” They looked through the sale that Cammy had completely made up and selected a few things before Kelly got a text from her boyfriend and had to leave. Cammy took that opportunity to walk into the other part of the store. She found several items that she liked for Brent and tried everything on to narrow down her list. She had a woman assisting her and ended up with pretty corsets and thongs along with some short and skimpy items of lingerie. Cammy picked a few edgy items as well and tucked them into her pile before she paid and left with another giant bag. The cashier told her that she hoped her boyfriend loved everything and Cammy blushed as she thanked her.
Lisa walked through the door as Cammy was leaving and she looked her friend over before her eyes rested on the bag in her hand. “You could’ve called me. I’d have shopped with you.”
“It was last minute,” Cammy told her as Lisa nodded and asked her what she bought at Vicky’s. “Oh, just some stuff on sale. It was time to stock up.”
“That’s a big bag. I think you bought more than just a few pairs of underwear,” Lisa accused her and watched as Cammy flushed. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing, Lisa. I told you that already.” Lisa just stared at her. “I just did some shopping. You know that I do shop sometimes, right?”
“Of course, I do, but there is something different with you beyond that.” Lisa shot back as Cammy winced. She wanted to open up and tell Lisa how much things have changed and how happy that she was in a situation that was so wrong. Cammy wanted to tell somebody so badly that she could taste it, but she’d agreed with Brent not to. “I can see that you’re not going to tell me, but I really thought we were best friends. We have been for years.”
“We are,” Cammy choked out before Lisa turned and left the mall to walk back to the parking lot. Cammy stared at her as she stepped out into the hot summer air and tears filled her eyes. What was happening to her? She was changing so much, and Cammy walked to heart car with her shoulders slumped instead of being excited to show Brent what she’d purchased.
Her stepfather.
She drove home and put the clothes away slowly and methodically before dropping into her bed in a t-shirt. Tasha was there and making some soup for dinner, but Cammy claimed that she was feeling ill and wanted to rest. She crawled into bed and fell into a fitful sleep for the rest of the day as she dreamed of alternate futures for her situation.
It was dark when there was a knock at the door, and she blinked as Brent walked into her room. “Cam? Are you okay?”
“I was just feeling off,” Cammy told him as she felt him sit on the bed. Her body responded violently, and she closed her eyes as she tried to control her hormones. “I wanted to lie down for a while.” She was glad that everything was tucked away into her dresser and closet because she wasn’t even sure that she wanted to wear any of the lingerie now. It just felt so wrong, but her skin heated up as he slipped his hand under the cover and touched her bare thigh. They’d never done anything in here, and she suddenly wanted to soil this room with memories of their deprivation.
“And now?” Brent asked as she sucked in her breath. “Are you hungry or anything?”
“For you,” Cammy responded in a weak voice as his hand slid over the lace of her underwear. “Oh God.”
“I’ve never been with you in here. It seemed like your space, and I just didn’t think that you’d want it. Do you?”
“Yes. Is she gone?” Cammy panted as she dropped her legs open and arched her back.
“She is,” Brent assured her as he stroked her clit and she rocked against him. “What’s wrong, Cammy?”
“I need to cum. I want you to make me cum, Brent. I want you,” Cammy panted as he slipped one thick finger inside of her as he kept stroking her. “I think about you all day, and I can’t talk about it. I just reflect on this and being in that room with you.” She felt the covers pulled down and a hand pushing up the soft material of her shirt to grab at her breast.
“I think about you all day. I can’t wait to get home, and I’ve been blowing off later nights at the office to get home,” Brent responded as she rocked her body against his fingers to find the release that she needed so badly. “This is changing my life.” He watched her as she winced and tightened around him to wet his fingers as she whimpered his name. “Jesus, to see you like this.”
He ripped his hand away and removed his suit quickly and tossed it onto the floor. “I want to fuck you so hard right now. I want to cum inside of you so much. Turn over.” Brent ordered her as she lifted her shirt and threw it forward before she got on her knees. Brent loved her right after she came and he pounded himself into her as she cried out his name. It was hard and rough, but she loved it as he gripped her hips and took her in deep thrusts. “So. Tight. So. Hot. “Cum for me.” Cammy cried out as she did and he pushed a few more times before she felt him pull out and shoot something hot on her back. He didn’t wear anything, and she dropped her face into her bed as she sucked in deep breaths before she was rolled over onto her pillow. “Suck me, baby. Suck my cock clean.” She latched her lips around him and sucked Brent into her mouth as he held her head and thrust into her. Cammy was glad that she’d closed all of her blinds for some privacy, and she parted her lips further as he took over with long deep thrusts and shot some heat between her lips as she cried out and swallowed him. “Baby, yes.”
They slowed as he dropped onto the bed and looked at her. “We need to wash the sheets. Tasha can’t see this.” His words were spoken after a long silence and Cammy stared at him.
“Maybe she’ll think I fucked someone else. She might be relieved.” Her voice was bordering on bitter, and he stared at her.
“Is that what you want? Do you want another man to do all of this to you?” Brent demanded as she moved back and stared at his angry face.
“No. I love you, and I’ll never want anybody else.” Cammy told him as huge stared at her in shock. “I want you and I can’t fucking tell anybody that.”
Brent yanked her forward and kissed her as she froze. They’d never kissed before, and she felt his lips part hers before he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Cammy moaned as she felt herself kissing him back with all of the emotions and feelings inside of her as he pulled her over his body. “I’ve been trying to fight this.” He kissed her again. “I’ve been telling myself that I can’t have these feelings for you.” Another kiss.
It was so wrong in society’s eyes, but it felt so natural to Cammy. She crawled over him nibbled on his jaw before he pulled away to suck the skin of her neck. Brent moved down to pull her sensitive nipple between his lips as she moaned and pulled him closer. She felt him hard against her thigh and lifted her body as his hands gripped her ass to pull her over him.
This was more intimate than anything they’d done in the past. He was holding her as she rose up and down over his cock with no barriers but his lips were on hers, and his tongue was inside of her mouth as she felt her body stretch around him. Cammy wanted to stop this, but she kept moving as his lips brushed her face and drew her earlobe between his teeth as she slipped her arms around his neck and rocked onto him. “Brent, I need to cum again.”
He kept moving with her through her release before he pulled out and shot his semen onto her stomach with a low groan. “You need to get on something. I’ll call my doctor tomorrow, and we’ll take care of this. I need to fuck you raw.”
Was this fucking? Cammy looked at him as she held on and swore that they’d just made love. She’d told him that she loved him. Cammy blushed as she remembered the words and he pulled her face close for a kiss.
They moved to his room that night and while Brent didn’t tell her that he loved her, Cammy knew that he was different. He did take her to the doctor the following day, and she was sent home with something with the promise of condom-free sex within a few days. Brent took her for lunch after and Cammy looked around the pizza place as he led her to a table in the corner. It was crowded this time of day and Cammy followed him as she glanced around. The waitress came by, and Brent ordered a large combination and some soda for them as he looked at her to make sure that she was okay with that order. Cammy nodded as she watched him and memorized the strong line of his jaw and the way that his eyes sparkled. Brent looked around the room as he leaned forward to say something to her. “I might not have said it that night, but I do feel that way about you as well.”
Cammy felt her cheeks flush pink as someone said her name. She glanced up to see Chloe and smiled as she forced something out of her mouth that she hoped sounded like a greeting. “What are you guys doing?” Chloe asked as she gave Brent a shy look.
“Errands. I know that Cam loves this place, so I wanted to bring her to lunch. How are you doing?” Brent laid the charm on thick and Cammy watched him with a mixture of envy and fascination as they made small talk. She looked back at Chloe as she said her name again and gave her a weak smile. Chloe shot her a curious look as she said goodbye and Brent sighed across the table from her. “You need to be a bit more into the conversation with your friend, Cam. We need to be low key about this.”
“Sorry. What you said just before that threw me off,” Cammy told him as he smiled and nodded.
“I can see that. It’s intense for me as well. I’ve always cared for you but this…this is different. I can’t get enough of you.” Brent was close and spoke low so nobody else would hear his words and she found herself swooning as she allowed herself to feel a percentage of the intensity of her feelings. Their drinks were set in front of them, and she leaned back and wondered what it would be like to be on a date with him. Cammy imagined them sitting on the same side of the table, holding hands and kissing as they waited for their food and she knew that she was getting ahead of herself.
It all came crashing down two weeks later when Tasha found them asleep under a blanket on the couch, where they’d been watching a movie together. Cammy would never forget the look on her face as she stared at them with horror on her face as Cammy tried to cover her naked body with the blanket. Brent woke up a moment later and looked at their housekeeper as all of the color drained from his face. “Tasha.”
They’d been discreet about their relationship, and nobody seemed to know, but now the truth was out there.
“Shit. We need to talk,” Brent called out to her as he slipped his shorts on and stood to follow her into the backyard. Cammy started to cry as she clutched the soft blanket around her body and prayed that everything would be alright. Even if Brent wasn’t her stepfather and her mother’s former husband, he was over ten years older than she was. There was nothing right about this, and she grabbed the cloth and hurried to her room to hide in her bed as she sobbed. They had fallen more for each other once the truth was out between them and she was so happy until she saw the look on the face of the woman that was like a mom to her.
Would she have to move out?
Were they over?
Cammy took a deep breath as she heard the door open but she didn’t look up. “Cam, I talked to her. I explained us.” Brent sat next to her and stroked her hair back. “She’s angry with me, but it’s because she loves you.”
“Are we over?” Cammy heard her voice shaking.
“No. I told her that I loved you and that we’re together. It isn’t going to be easy, but we’ll do this.” Brent lifted her face and kissed her. “I called the office and said that we got some food poisoning from dinner last night.” She’d been working with him for the entire time, and she spent a lot of time behind closed doors while he acted out every office fantasy that she’d ever had. “We didn’t make it to my room to hear the alarm.”
“I’m sorry, Brent.” Cammy’s eyes were full of tears as she looked at him. “I just fell asleep.”
“It’s okay, Cammy. We both did, and now we are real. Now someone knows.” Brent pulled her closer and kissed her hair. “It might be a good idea if we consider letting other people know.”
“What?” Cammy asked as she stared at him. He was looking into her eyes as she stared at him.
It was like a wildfire at the office, and she was relieved when Christine returned to work, and she could just go back to school. The rumors just kept going around about how much older he was than her and how gross it was that he was her stepfather. Cammy went to school the first day and could tell by the looks on her friend’s faces that they knew as well.
“I knew that you were up to something. You were fucking Brent the entire time, weren’t you?” Lisa asked as Cammy walked to her car that afternoon. “He’s gorgeous, but there’s so much wrong with that.”
“I love him, Lisa. I didn’t plan for this, but it happened, and I can’t change that.” Cammy looked at the disgust on her former best friend’s face and felt whatever ties they’d had breaking before her eyes. Chloe wasn’t too much more understanding about things, and Cammy knew that it was just going to be her and Brent from now on. Eventually, she made more friends that accepted the situation and settled into another life.
EPILOGUE
Cammy rested in the hospital bed as she watched her husband pace the room. “Brent, sit down. You’re making me nervous.” She panted with the new contraction as he stared at her and took her hand in his. “Jesus. This hurts.”
They’d been married for two years and decided to have a baby once they’d done some traveling and single couple activities. It was fun trying since they still practiced the same habits in the bedroom in the process. Cammy was thrilled even though there was a part of her that felt guilty for what she was doing. She was even more shocked when she realized that Brent had acted out her fantasies from her journal that he’d read and as she looked back, he’d nailed them all.
Love came in many forms and Brent was one of them. They were happy together, and he took good care of her like she knew her mama would want for her. The other one of their son and daughter that were born a few hours later at midnight screaming their way into the world. She wasn’t working with the pregnancy and Brent was still running his company and doing just fine.
She held Madeline and Brent sat down beside her with Than in his arms as they smiled at each other. “Hi, Daddy.” His eyes darkened as he looked at her for a long moment and then their babies. “You’re their Daddy. They’re going to adore you as much as I do.”
“I love you, Cammy.” Brent kissed her and looked at his daughter. “I’m so happy.”
THE END
TAKEN BY DADDY’S BOSS
Reginald
Business was booming and there was nothing else Reginald Covington loved more. At 49 he was tall, in great shape and despite his two failed marriages, he still had more than enough money to last the rest of his life. He glanced down at the laptop on his desk, knowing he needed to find a few more applicants to interview for the assistant position.
He sighed heavily, running a hand over the salt and pepper stubble on his chin. Human resources were never his area of expertise, and he didn’t want to start doing it now. A sly smile lit up his face when he thought of why this had all happened in the first place.
Sheila was a firecracker, and the sex had been great. Sadly, she had wanted more than he was willing to give and when she quit, he wasn’t really surprised. It left him in a lurch temporarily, and left his bed cold. He tapped the screen of the monitor, leaning back slightly as it buzzed to life. He had known better than to even start the affair up, but he had done it anyway. He knew then it was the one and only time he would mix business and pleasure.
He heard the buzz of the intercom.
“Mr. Covington. Mr. Baker is here he needs a word.”
“Send him back Linda.”
He smiled widely as the tall door swung open, and Baker came in. Benjamin Baker had been one of the few loyal employees that Covington Enterprises still had. There from the very beginning he had helped make the place its first million. He stuck his hand out to welcome him in.
“Ben, how was the flight in? I hope it went well.” He arched an eyebrow at him, gesturing at the seat in front of the desk.
“It went well, actually very well.” He tossed a file on the desk. “Twenty-three percent more than your asking price.” Close in age Ben sat a head shorter than his boss, though they shared a camaraderie and respect between them.
Reginald nodded his head as a smile formed on his face. “I knew you were the right man to send.”
Ben tipped the glass Reginald had offered him as he replied. “Thank you boss.”
Reginald made an odd sound. “You’re as much a part of this company as me Ben. Really, thanks.”
Ben finished his drink, and then smiled as they walked towards the doors. Reginald patted his shoulder once more. Running a hand through his hair.
“You ok Covington? You seemed a little put out.”
“Yes, just trying to do the hiring now that Sheila is gone…” He trailed off, and Ben coughed lightly. He gave Reginald a reassuring pat on the back. As he was leaving, he spun to face him once more.
“You know Chelsea just moved back out this way, she may be a good fit.”
“Little Chelsea, I haven’t seen her since she was what 7, 8?” Reginald arched an eyebrow,
Ben laughed lightly. “She is far from little. She is 24 almost 25. Just think about it.” Ben smiled and said his farewells as he made his way down the long hall towards the elevators.
He slid back into his chair and went back to work doing his best to figure out what qualities made for the best assistant. He let his thoughts drift back to Sheila and he smiled once more. He would have to make an effort to check in on her soon. She wasn’t a bad woman; in fact, she was quite pleasant to be around. With her short black hair and striking features she was more than a little fun in the bedroom. She had surprised him in more ways than one with her wanton behavior and hidden talents.
Even now he could feel himself getting aroused thinking of her as she lay before him. He felt his cock throbbing and thought about jerking off on the bathroom. But that’s not what he needed. He wanted something soft, something warm….
Yes, he would have to get in touch with her and see if he could smooth over her broken heart. What she wanted was impossible, but what he could give her had been more than enough for her before. Grabbing his jacket, he made his way down the long hall and into the garage. He knew where she would be and in no time he found himself at her door.
Chelsea
She stood back looking at her reflection once more. Her green eyes were sharp and focused, fringed with dark lashes that enhanced them even more with the paleness of her skin. Her mass of auburn hair was flowing around her shoulders in soft curls and she shifted her focus to her outfit. Scrunching up her nose, she turned ever so slightly to look at the back of the dress, hoping she had managed to put everything where it belonged. The dress actually was flattering to her curvy figure, but she bit her lip as she concentrated on how she felt.
At 24 she had really been sheltered. What experiences she’d had had been limited to some heavy petting and toleration on her part with a few guys who ultimately had no interest in her anyway. Tonight she was going out with her girlfriend, and hopefully once and for all rid herself of her virginity.
Turning once last time she finally gave up. “It’s all I got.” She smoothed down the front, and marched out into the living room of her father’s house. She had been home a week now, and although she had been gone 14 years, it seemed like only yesterday she had played in the front room with Leslie, both having no idea what life had in store for them. It was also in that room when her parents had sat her down and told her they were getting a divorce.
Looking back now it made sense. They were both very different people. In some cases, that was a good thing, but in others it made for drift, and when someone wants to live life and is being held back it can be hard. Even now her mother was off in the Alps somewhere. She had wanted to see the world her entire life and she was finally doing just that. Her father, on the other hand, was content in the family home and working his daily job.
Initially she had gone with her mother, but in time she had grown tired of the loneliness when her mother was gone and gone away to school. It was there that she learned more about who she was and what boys were like. After that she had called her father, who had welcomed her back home. He continually pressed the issue that there was plenty of room for her, but she wanted to get her own place, and to make a name for herself.
Hearing the honk, she made her way outside.
“Bye Dad.” She slid into Leslie’s car and they pulled off just like old times.
“So what's the plan tonight.” Leslie methodically thumped her thumb on the steering wheel.
“I don’t know, I just want to do something crazy and live little. I don’t care just pick a bar or something.”
“You sure you want to give it away this way Chelsea, I mean it's kind of a big deal?”
“No at this point it’s just a thing that makes me different. Yes, I'm more than sure.”
They pulled into a bar, it was a smoke filled waterfront place, full of people who were more than likely regulars. The two of them settled into sets and did a quick glance around the room. The usual blend of people were present, most of which were already drunk. There was one guy in particular, dark haired and staring at Leslie, to which Chelsea nudged her.
“Oh wow its Bill Cooper.” Leslie shifted in her seat, taking a long drink from her beer, blinking rapidly as he approached. He moved with a fluid grace and smiled widely at her.
“Well, well how are you two pretty ladies?”
“Good, good how are you Billy, haven’t seen you lately?”
“Just got back recently, so want to talk a bit.” He held out his hand to her.
She glanced at Chelsea and with a nod she was suddenly off walking with Billy Cooper of all people. Once the town hero and football star he had lost his way and come home, doing his best to pick up the pieces of what he had once been. Chelsea knew Leslie had had a crush on Billy since grade school, and she knew that nothing would keep her from hanging with him now.
Chelsea glanced back around the room again, this time a head catching her eye. He was older, graying just at the temples. The biggest thing was that he was watching her intently. She felt a rush of heat course through her as she discretely looked around to see if there was anyone else nearby. She smiled slightly, looking at him once more.
Older, but still handsome, and dressed impeccably in a suit he signaled with one finger and the bartender moved quickly to make him another drink. The power almost exuded from him and she watched as he seemed to do his best to ignore a woman who stood nearby him. She knew he wanted her to come over and she stood then, taking in a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart.
Who better to help her than someone with a little experience? She moved slowly, feeling his eyes on her as she walked over towards him. She flung her mass of hair behind one shoulder and ordered a drink, doing her best to seem uninterested in him. She could feel his eyes, almost caressing her as they roamed down over her frame and back up. As her drink arrived, she watched him gesture to the bartender once more, without a word.
“The drink has been taken care of miss.” He gave her a smile and was gone once more.
She turned to look at him now, his eyes were a deep blue and he was more man than she had been around in a long time. She smiled at him, taking a drink once more.
“Thank you for the drink.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
She felt heat, then once more. It seemed to rush through her veins as he turned to face her head on. She did the same until they were facing each other, him in the seat and she stands.
“My name is Linda.” She held out her hand, feeling the heat of him as he took it. She felt funny using a fake name, but the last thing she needed was to give out too much information. After all, this was all for the sake of losing her virginity.
“Reg, nice to meet you sweetheart.” He let his hand linger in hers for mere seconds before he let her go.
“Thanks for the drink Reg.” She felt comfortable with him, and her body reacted to his as he moved closer to her.
“SO, Linda…what is a pretty girl like you doing in here?”
“I am just trying to meet new people that is all.” She blinked at him and felt the excitement rush through her as they spoke.
The conversation carried on until the hour was much later. She was comfortable with him and he made her laugh. She glanced at her phone to get the time.
“Hot date?” He asked her, his eyes resting on her mouth for a second.
“No, it's just getting late, that’s all. My friend was taking me home, but…” She trailed off as she looked around the corner.
“I have an idea, why don’t you let me take you home?” He smiled warmly at her.
She swallowed hard. This was her one chance to do it. “Unless you'd like to go somewhere else?”
She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest as he gave her a lazy smile. He stood then nodding once at the bartender as he put his hand at the small of her back leading her out of the place. She quickly made and sent a text to Leslie, complete with a thumbs up emoji. She slid into the cool leather seats in his car, surprised at how easily she had gotten comfortable with him. He sat down in the car, resting his hand on her knee for a moment before he set off for home.
She could feel the pressure of his hand through her dress, she knew then that she’d made the right choice. As they pulled into a parking lot she found herself nervous and excitement all at once. She glanced up at the towering building, waiting as he reserved a room for the night and then he escorted her inside. Some part of her should be worried, or scared. She had only spent a couple of hours getting to know Reg. He was ruggedly handsome, and even now as he held the door for her he towered over her, the confidence oozing from him. She heard the click of the door as she turned to face him, instantly finding his mouth covering hers. The kiss was all hot as he delved into her mouth and kissed her until neither of them could breath. He moved with casual ease as he slowly unzipped the dress in the back, letting the soft, slick hit the ground at her feet.
Being a big girl she was immediately concerned about her size, but she felt his hands, then, both running down the length of her cupping her thighs gently as he kissed her once more.
They moved again, this time he moved towards the bed, pulling her with him. Soon he was seated on the bed and she stood before him her body clad only in a bra and panties. She felt his eyes taking her in, and slowly they made their way upward and he looked into her face. He gave her a wicked smile as he moved his hands up, then following the curve of her hip and up, sliding back until he ran them up the small of her back causing her to shiver slightly.
He gently moved up even more until he found the clasp at her back and deftly undid it. He moved upward once more his fingers tracing a path as they went, hooking the straps of her bra and as he ran his hands down the length of her arms he pulled the contraption off with them.
Having always been ample in that area her breasts thrust forward as he tossed her bra on the floor. The puffy pink of her nipples harden instantly as the air hit them, and his eyes took her in. She felt his hands moving, covering first one and then the other. His touch was gently, as he rounded the smoothness of the creamy mounds until he found a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it gently, pulling and tugging until it stood hard and erect.
She gasped as he brought a new sense of excitement to her body. She opened her eyes to look down at him as he covered one of the taunt peaks with his mouth. The fire was almost too much as he sucked hard on the nipple, playing with it and teasing her. He moved his hands under her breast holding it up, suckling at it hard. He loved the other one before he let them rest, both hard and erect a visible tribute to her arousal.
She felt the wet heat at the apex of her thighs as he moved and once he sat back, she was heady with desire, unsure where he would turn to next. Her wonder was short lived as he moved again, this time his hands trailing lower and lower still until he slid one hand between her thighs, slipping one finger under the panties and to the moist heat he found there. His left hand rested on her thigh as he moved his right hand lower, his finger reaching the wetness eh knew was there. She felt his hand tighten on her thigh as he found the wet heat equally exciting. He moved again, his forefinger slipping through her until her found the tiny jewel there.
Subconsciously she arched up and against his hand, her body felt as though a shock had coursed through her. It was clear he loved her reactions, as he did it over and over again, and she was powerless to stop him. She moaned softly as she closed her eyes, feeling his massage and rub the tiny button, her body trembling slightly. Her deep breaths came in soft gasps with every stroke and suddenly he stopped.
Looking down at him she smiled as he moved her back just enough to pull her panties off, tossing them on the floor. He smiled at her and then moved her back where she stood before, and pulling her closer he covered her most private area with his mouth.
She felt the heat of his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the already swollen flesh. Her body trembled as she arched herself against him wanting more, needing more. He continued on until he paused, moving her back and standing beside her.
“Lay on the bed.” It was a demand, and one she was happy to agree with. She lay back, her hair a wild, fiery halo around her and she waited. She felt him move, ripping his clothes from his body, and soon he was parting her thighs once more, this time to lay between them.
She was exposed to him, her womanhood open and eager for his touch. His body held one leg down as he gently opened the other, spreading her open even more. He looked making eye contact as he tasted her once more. She moaned loudly, excitement over watching him love her with his mouth. No longer gently, he licked and sucked every inch of her, finding a rhythm that she needed.
His tongue spun circles on her as she bucked wildly off the bed, and arched up against his mouth. Gone was her fear of behavior or noise, instead she was eager for release. She moved her hips, helping him and soon climbed higher and higher until in one loud wail she crested that ultimate peak, the light shattering behind her eyelids. She felt him slow down softly kissing and nipping at her.
He stood, this time she looked at him. Fit and trim he stood beside the bed, slowly he moved between her thighs and she moved her hands down, stopping him for a moment. She wanted to touch him, wanted to know him as well. She found the hardness of him in her hand, and softly she stroked and moved against the velvet heat. He sucked in air as she stroked him, her hands grazing him and she felt the massive member grow even harder in her hand. He pulled back suddenly.
“No more, I want you now.”
He pushed her knees back spreading her as wide as he could. She felt the head against her womanhood and she waited for the pain. He moved carefully, slipping the head around her opening, probing until he found it. She felt him move, pushing in slightly, only to pull out and move to try once more. He was large, larger than she had anticipated but the pressure of him there felt good. He slid in as deep as he could, finding her barrier there and he glanced up at her face, a look of surprise filling him. She knew he would stop now and instead she took control, thrusting upward until he was completed encased within her.
She felt the pain burn, but the damage was done now. She looked up at him, a strange look on his face as he moved slowly, knowing there was not turning back now. He pulled back, carefully sliding back in more and more until she no longer felt the burn or the pain, but instead she wanted to find a rhythm with him. He thrust gently into her, this time filling her completely. She heard a low moan in his throat as he did it over and over, until soon he was wildly pumping into her body, the length of him buried deep.
They moved together, both moaning loudly as they took from the other, until he collapsed over her, with one final thrust. As he pulled away, he lay beside her on the bed, both of them lost in the moment. After a moment she glanced over at him, his handsome face staring at her hard.
“You were a virgin.” It was a statement, more than a question. She felt his concern, but he pulled her to him nonetheless, cupping her beside him as he sighed.
“Yes, was it… I mean was I..”
“You were perfect, but you shouldn’t have wasted it on me honey.” He sighed, dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Let's get some sleep.”
Reginald
He looked down at the mass of flaming hair sprawled across the pillow. She had been more than he had bargained for when he saw her in the bar. Curvy and beautiful and now in the reality of the sunrise, she was young. Too young for him anyway. It had been a long time since he had slept like that, the good sleep that keeps you in bed longer than you should be. He slipped on his shoes watching as she rolled over in the sunshine, still sound asleep.
The blankets had been tossed away, her curvy frame exposed to him now and he drank her in. She was shorter than him, her body molded just right when he pressed into it. Her breasts were glorious, and larger. Now rested the nipples were soft and supple. Her belly was just slightly there, but her hips were curvy, and reminded him of a roller coaster as he ran his hands over them more than a couple times in the night. She was beautiful and wonderful. And a virgin. He tried not to think about it but it was the truth. She had given him that, and it was a night he would never remember.
He slipped out of the room and down to the front desk where he paid for a late check out, and ordered her room service in the morning. Additionally, he left $50 for a cab to get her wherever she needed to go. She would want to shower, and breakfast seemed like it was the least he could do. He slipped into his car, a smile still firmly planted on his face as he thought about the night they had shared. The sex was great, true, but there was something else, something that had struck a chord with him. He had enjoyed her company and her quick wit. Part of him wanted to turn around, but there were rules about this kind of thing.
He pulled into his condo, quickly taking a shower to head back into town for work. He would have to get an assistant and soon. He looked over the list and frowned at what needed to be done. Perhaps today he could find someone who sutured him. He drove into work and made his way upstairs into his office quickly. Only then a few hours later did he find himself settling into his desk and looking over the paperwork that needed to be done. He did his best to put the girl out of his mind, but he was having a hard time forgetting this one. He settled back in his chair, raking a hand through the darkness of his hair. He heard a knock and welcomed them in.
“Reggie, hey, I wanted to bring Chelsea by, she is hoping to get a chance to talk to you about that opening.”
He smiled widely at his friends and held out his hand to meet his daughter. What he found instead floored him. It was her!
Gone was the wanton behavior and the softness and in its place was a full blown professional woman. He searched her face and noticed the paleness in her face. Fortunately, she recovered quickly and took his hand, shaking it methodically.
“It's so nice to meet you Mr. Covington, my father always has such wonderful things to say about you.”
“Well, I assure you the pleasure is all mine.” He looked at her hard, and then smiled widely. “Your father is convinced you want to work here.”
She swallowed hard, “Yes, I am looking for something.”
Aside from going home with strange men. He couldn’t help but think it as he watched her flush slightly.
“So what are you two up to today?”
“Well, I have a meeting and Chelsea is hanging out here while I am gone. Thought it might be a good time for you two to chat.” Ben smiled at them both.
“Dad, I don’t need a babysitter I am fine. I am sure Mr. Convington has more pressing issues.”
“Oh no, not at all Chelsea, why not talk about the position and see how you feel about it. She is in good hands Ben.” He gave him a smile and watched as Ben gave her a slight hug before heading out.
Silence filled the room as they both waited for the other to say something. He finally went first.
“So I don’t know what you're up to “Linda” but I can assure you no good will come of it.”
She spun around and face him, her eyes full of fire. “What are you talking about? I am not up to anything I had no idea who you were last night.” She clenched her fists and he smiled at her.
“It seems you're more passionate in more ways than one.” He watched her face flush and she relaxed slightly.
She faced him now, looking him over. “Last night was… well wonderful, but I didn’t know you would be gone this morning. But then I didn’t think I’d run into you like this either.”
“I assumed leaving was just simpler. Did you enjoy breakfast?” He smiled.
She sat down in a chair across from him. “Yes, and thank you.” She picked at the string on the leather of the chair.
He looked at her closely, she was in a black and white dress, her body fitting its curves into every inch of it. Looking at her today she was even more beautiful than she had seemed last night.
“I really enjoyed last night, and not just the obvious part of it. I enjoyed talking to you. You’re a smart girl.”
“Well, I'm not a girl, I'm a woman so there's that. I am smart I graduated at the top of my class and I want to get in on the ground floor somewhere and make something of myself.”
“So you do want the job?” He gave her a smile and watched her turn another shade of red.
She crossed her arms angrily. “I don’t really think that’s a good idea, do you?”
He stared at her hard and long thinking of the best way to answer her question. On one hand, she was more than qualified for the job, but on the other he would have to look at her all day, and never get anything done.
“I leave that up to you.”
Chelsea
She glanced up at him, and the smile he seemed to have plastered on his face. He was gorgeous, even if he was a little older. His hair was almost black with just a slight tinge of gray at the temples and the goatee suited him. He seemed unbothered by all of this, which she found strange considering she was his friend's daughter.
“This whole thing with us… we have to forget it ever happened. I mean, if I am working here.” She waited for his response.
He exhaled sharply. “That may be a problem, I want you again right now.” She glanced up to meet his eyes and she felt the heat rush through her. There was no doubt that he knew she felt the same thing.
Standing, she decided to go find another place to wait for her father. She smoothed down her dress and grabbed her things to go.
“I should probably go find a place to wait for him.”
He stood then moved across the room to stand in front of her. “He will be at least a couple hours. At least have lunch with me.”
She felt the passion coursing through her the closer he stood to her. Instead of touching her, like she thought he would do he moved towards the door. She nodded at him, what harm could come for lunch?
Once in a public place the atmosphere changed drastically. He easily slipped into corporate mode, his tone changing and shifting as he talked about the company. She found herself enthralled with him, listening as he spoke and asking questions along the way.
“So when we see a company, we want to take it.” He gave her a smile as the food was delivered.
She frowned at him. “It seems to me there is a better way to do it, some sort of finesse in the way you handle things.”
“Such as?”
“Have a floater, one who goes in schmoozes things over, you know makes nice.” She took a long drink. “That way there is a friendly partnership and not just someone taking something from someone else.”
He leaned back in his chair. Watching her and she felt the tension rising in the air.
“You are so beautiful Chelsea. I don’t know how you're not married and settled already.”
“Would that make all of this easier for you Reg? Me being saddled with a husband and a baby?”
She watched his face shift and she knew she had touched a nerve.
“Anyway, I'll happily take their position if you will have me.” She felt the double meaning in her words and she blushed profusely.
“Even that, the blushing… it makes me crazy Chelsea.” They looked at each other long and hard only to be interrupted by a waiter.
He walked with her back towards the car, parked in an alcove. Once more she was lost in thought as she moved. He touched her lower back with the palm of his hands and she jumped.
“I can't help but be a gentleman Chelsea, I won't hurt you.” He paused at the car, brushing a wisp of hair back from her face.
She glanced up at him quickly. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me Reg, I'm not sure how but I know that. It’s just you… drives me crazy.”
His mouth crushed hers in a searing kiss and she felt her body respond to him. Winding his hands in her hair, he pulled her to him, pressing the length of his body against hers. The kiss went on, both eager to feel the other until finally he pulled away.
“We can’t do this, I don’t know what's wrong with me, you're my friend’s daughter for goodness sake, and I am old enough to be your father. It wouldn’t work.” He swore and dropped his hands.
She felt his rejection like a bitterness that swallowed her up. “Don’t worry Reg., I won't be a problem in the office or out.”
The ride back was almost awkward in the silence that surrounded them. She felt his eyes on her more than once, but she held fast to his deep rooted ideas about what he could or couldn’t do with her. Once they made it back, she made her way into the building, leaving him to follow her. She had almost succeeded in ignoring him completely until she felt him hook her elbow and pulling her into an empty office space.
“What Chelsea, what is wrong? You seem fine, then I kiss you and now you are pissed off at me!?”
“I'm not angry Reg.” She yanked her arm back. “I don’t know what I am to tell the truth. I have this night with you, and now we can't even be in the same room without fighting or touching each other.”
“I didn’t know who you were Chelsea..”
“Or what Reg? You wouldn’t have fucked me last night? Wouldn’t have woken me up in the middle of the night to touch me and then have breakfast delivered so you could run?
“That’s not fair, Chelsea… or Linda. I have done nothing wrong, in fact, you invited yourself home with me if my memory serves me correctly.”
She felt the impact of his words, knowing full well he was right. She sighed, looking up at him.
“You're right, about everything. I don’t know what I expected. I’m sorry Reg, really.” She slipped out of the room and back up the stairs, opting to wait for her father somewhere else in the building.
She was sitting in the main lobby reading when he finally showed up. He smiled at her as she stood and joined him. He was a good guy and moving back was the best thing she could have done.
“What you want for dinner, Chelsea?”
“Anything is good, I can cook something when we get home.”
“Oh no… Reggie told me you got the job, so tonight I am taking us to dinner.” He smiled at her.
She felt a sinking sensation in her stomach, either from the excitement of working with him, or simply seeing him again tomorrow.
Reginald
He said the words, but had his reservations about it now that Ben was gone. She would be a wonderful asset to have on the team, but he would have to stay away from her for good. There was something about her that made him want to do more, or push the company into being better somehow. He thought about going out, but there was something unsettling about it now. Chelsea had put him on edge about meeting women in bars.
He went home his focus on work, and of what he was doing with himself. Maybe there was more to life than just womanizing and making money. He knew he had no right to even think about her in any way at all. She was too young for him, too sweet and innocent. His age and life experience would break her down and he wouldn’t do that to her, despite the second guessing he was doing about the situation.
She was waiting for him the next morning, all smiles and indifference. He looked her over, his stomach flip flopping as she bent over the desk to get a folder that had all of the upcoming appointment files. She excused herself and made her way out and into her office, and he could do nothing more than watch her go.
The next two weeks he saw her, working beside her in many things. She did her best to be pleasant, but he could still see something in her eyes and he felt awful for it. He found himself. At the beginning of the third week he decided to go find her once and for all, they had to clear the air. Wondering about her all the time was doing no good.
“You’ve been busy, ” He took in the work space she had been given. There were various stacked invoices and property deed all neatly sorted into manageable stack and everything was arranged so that she could sort and file things away.
She turned to look at him with a smile on her face. “Yes, in fact, there are a lot of things I want to go over with you, can we set aside some time to work on it?”
“Sure, Chelsea. In fact, I have a couple hours now.”
“Great” She dug out a file to give him, both of them settling in to discuss it. He could smell her perfume, and that only made him think of the smell of her skin. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and looked down at the form once more.
“Reg, I just wanted to thank you for accepting my apology and for making it so that I can work here. I love the work, and there are so many ideas I have.” She looked so sincere, he couldn’t help but smile at her.
“Chelsea you had no reason to apologize. I'm glad you’re here. In fact, I wanted to ask you something.” He paused when Brian Sommerville came into the room.
“Brian hey there.” Reg held out his hand to the young associate.
“Mr. Covington, hello sir.” He stood up straighter, nodding at him, clearly seeking approval. “I just wanted to confirm dinner with Chelsea, and then I'll be on my way.”
She smiled at him sweetly, and Reg felt his stomach turn. After he was gone he stood, frowning as he thought about Chelsea with that young idiot. He walked over to look at the increasing pile of documents.
“Chelsea, I think I am going to go get a drink, think we could move this to my office in say, an hour?”
“Sure sounds good, I'll see you there.” She never glanced up at him and the pain he felt was intense.
He made his way into his office, all the while he clenched his fists in frustration. So she was dating, he should be happy for her in that. The fact of the matter was that he simply wasn’t. In fact the idea of Somerville touching her at all set him on fire. He was waiting for her when she arrived, more determined now than ever to prove that he still affected her.
Chelsea
She smiled as she heard him leave her office. Everything was as it should be. She was in love with the fool, and when it had happened she wasn’t sure. She smiled to herself, remembering the look on his face when he had gone, there was some distaste over her choice in dating partner there, she just knew it.
Over the last two weeks they had worked together, but the underlying tension was still present. She had thought to tell him how she felt, and tell him about the other thing, but she wanted him to face his feelings first. She turned to go, catching herself cupping her stomach slightly. She knew so much that would change everything. She turned to go, casually making her way to his office where he was no doubt pacing and waiting.
She opened the door and he stood by the window, lost in thought and she had to home she was the reason why. She paid no attention to him as he turned to face her. She walked over to the window to join him, looking casually down into the streets below.
“Busy day out there, isn’t it,” she smiled at him sweetly and soon she found herself in his arms once more.
She kissed him back, uncaring about anything other than the way he felt, his mouth and his touch both consuming her in fire only he could create. She kissed him back her body melting into his hands. Until the door opened.
“What the hell are you doing to my daughter Reggie.” He moved quickly, coming between the two of them in a rush of motion.
“Oh no.” She moved between them, doing her best to calm the already festering situation. “Dad calm down, he isn’t doing anything I didn’t want him to.”
She looked at Reg, his face, glancing between both her and her father. “Ben, listen I know you won't believe this, but I never meant for it to happen… I didn’t even know who she was.”
“You son of a bitch, I don’t care. You know now don’t you? Damn Reggie she could be your daughter.”
“Alright Dad, that’s enough! I am a grown woman and I can do who and whatever I want.”
Her father looked at her, and swore once more before he stormed out, leaving her to face Reg alone. She didn’t look at him, instead she made her way across the room to quietly lock the door behind her father. Walking back over to him she felt the pain he was feeling, his head he held in his hands and he looked up at her.
“Well, that didn’t go well at all.” He tried to joke, but it was clear that he was concerned.
“I meant what I said Reg, I'm a grown woman.”
“Yes, you are Chelsea, but that doesn’t make what he said any less right as well.”
“None of that matters to me, you know that.” She tried to get him to look at her.
“No, I guess not now. I mean really Chelsea Simmons?”
Finally, he looked up at her and she felt his anger boiling up. “That kid is green as hell, and there is no way he is going to keep you satisfied… in any way.”
She had him exactly where she wanted him. “Well, you didn’t want me so that’s not really for you to say now is it?” She turned, ready to storm out and he was on her in an instant.
She felt him pulled her to him roughly, his face inches above hers. The kiss was demanding and full of emotion. There were not words between them as they pulled the clothes from each other, tossing them on the floor of his office. He buried his head in the crook of her neck as he fell onto the soft leather of the couch in the office space, in front of the window. She straddled him, feeling his hands on her everywhere at once. He nipped his way down her body, feasting on her upturned breasts, first one and then the other.
Unlike before this was rough, eager and demanding. She held them up to his mouth offering herself to him, and the onslaught of his mouth. She felt his hands grazing and dipping lower until he was rubbing and moving over her wet heat, seeking and searching for proof of her excitement. She wanted release, needed it and moved her hips against his hands, grinding into his fingers until he stopped her, then moved to gently to shift his weight until she took control, gently sliding the length of him inside her as she rode down on him.
She felt herself overthinking for a moment, offering her weight was an issue, he made quick work of that by gripping her hips, and pulling her down onto him until she was full of his length. She stopped momentarily, the feel of him almost overwhelming as she slowly moved, rocking on him, until she found a satisfying rhythm that they both enjoyed. She slid first up and then back down on him, moving in slow circled up and down the length of him, slowly, languidly until he finally had enough. He gripped her hips in his hands holding her there for a long moment and he then moved once more.
“Stand up Chelsea.”
She did as he asked, waiting her breath coming in short gasps until he stood behind her, his hands sliding up her hips and across her stomach to cup her full breasts from behind. She leaned back against him, the soft hair on his chest pressing into her back as he tugged and pulled on her nipples until he knew they were full and hard. Gently then he pushed her forward, until she was standing beside the couch, she felt the pressure of his hands as he bent her over it until the hardness of her nipples were pressed into the soft leather arm of the couch. Her backside faced up at him and she felt him moving, running his hands up her inner thighs until he moved and she felt the pressure of him.
She moaned loudly as he pushed into her from behind, reveling in the new sensations she was feeling. He slid in slowly, first moving a little more of him at a time until he was fully pushed to the hilt. She moved slightly at the fullness of him, raising her leg until it rested on the couch and she was more open to him. He moved then, pushing into her with such deep thrusts she gasped with each push. Soon they found the age old rhythm as she arched her back to take every inch of him. She felt her body tensing up as she neared the peak of excitement. Soon she moaned loudly as she crested the peak, and he soon followed.
She felt him lean on her for a moment, before he was gone again. She took a deep breath and stood, carefully redressing and tidying up from the experience. She looked at him, but he dressed, avoiding her eyes. She felt eh heat between them still, knowing there was more that needed to be talked about. Finally, he looked up at her.
“I’d say I'm sorry, but I'm not Chelsea. I've wanted to touch you for weeks, and then that damn kid came in eager and…” He trailed off.
“I don’t want him Reg, you know that.” She waited, pausing to look at him.
He ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not the point, you should want him…. You should go out with him.”
She felt the pain start deep down. “You don’t mean that Reg, I know you don’t.”
“I can't give you what you want Chelsea.” He gave her a pained look.
“You don’t even know what I want, you never seem to think about asking me what I want.”
She grabbed her things, and spun around to leave. Giving him one last look before she was gone.
Reginald
He watched her go, hating himself for touching her, for loving her and for everything in between. What he hated the most was hurting her, of all things, he never meant for her to hurt. He had sworn to not even bring up Simmons, to not say or do anything to let her know he was bothered by him, but it had been too much, and now he had basically pushed her towards him.
There had been no intention of touching her either, but that had been thrown out the window quickly. She had given him that look, and stood up to her father for him. Seeing her on fire like that had pushed him over the edge and he was drawn to her, more than ever before. What he felt for her was more than he could put a name to, more than he could really handle.
He poured himself a drink, swirling the amber liquid around as he thought about her with him. There was something about her, a glow she seemed to carry every time he saw her that ripped into him like fire. For more than an hour he sat there, lost in his own thoughts. He had been the first to touch her and he damn well wanted to be the last. He also knew he was a coward, and he wasn’t made for commitment. Hand picking a few women to have fun with, that was more his style. At least it had been before, Chelsea had come into his life on a night he had never seen coming. He knew the first thing he needed to do was work things out with Ben, and do his best to explain. Then he would talk to her, explain why he can't be more for her.
He smiled as an idea came to him, he quickly dialed the number in the file he found. Once that was done, he smiled to himself as he left the building. He made his way to Ben’s house, knowing she may be there, hoping in fact that she could be there and make him feel better. Knowing she was safe. The steps he took to the door were some the hardest he could remember taking. He knocked twice and waited.
The door came open in a short burst. “What do you want Reggie, haven’t you done enough?”
“I know your pissed Ben, hell I’d kill you for less. Can we talk, please?”
Ben moved aside, letting him into the foyer of the house. He glanced around quickly.
“She's gone, if that's what you're doing… looking for her?”
He frowned. “What do you mean she is gone? Gone where?”
Ben sighed, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Back to her mothers, I guess. Wherever she is going it’s your fault. She was fine until this afternoon, then she packed her things, tossed them in her car and was gone.”
“Damn it!” He stood again once more thinking about how he could find her quickly. “Where is her mother? I mean literally, Ben, it's important.”
“Why the hell would I tell you that?”
Reg took a deep breath calming himself. “You're right, I owe you an apology Ben. I met her and it was all a mix up. I didn’t know who she was and then when she showed up that day…”
“Why didn’t you stop it, why did you let her fall in love with you, the player that you are. I mean only a couple months ago employees were dropping like flies, because of you.”
He felt his temper rising, but the truth was there, right out and open. “You're right Ben, but it's not like that with her.”
Ben snorted. “Why because she is fresh and new and young. We both know you Reggie, you don’t change.”
“I love her Ben.”
They both stopped, each surprised for different reasons. Ben slumped down in the chair at the kitchen table, taking a long drink from the glass sitting there. Reg followed suit, pouring a drink for himself in the glass Ben handed him. He took a long drink, thinking about her and what would happen when he found her.
“She loves you too you know, in case you missed that part earlier.”
“I don’t know how to do this Ben, I mean I love her I want to be there… I want to protect her and… I just don’t know what to do next.”
“Not much else you can do except tell her.”
He glanced up at Ben then, his face a mask of concern. “She loves you, it would kill her if you didn’t approve.”
Ben sighed loudly. “You know today, when she left I think I would have done anything to keep her safe. That’s the part of being a father you will have to learn to get used to. Then I realized there was something more, something bigger that she needed. The man in her life wasn’t me anymore.” He took a drink. “She is in town at the Braymore Hotel. She is heading to Fauquier to her mother’s tomorrow. She needed a place to go think.”
Reg jumped up grabbing the keys he had tossed on the table a moment before. He turned to go, pausing only once.
“Wait, what did you say?”
Chelsea
She stared out the window of the room she had rented. Letting the tears fall freely down her face now that she was alone. She hated all of them, falling down her cheeks a reminder of the pain she felt. He’d been honest, she couldn’t fault him for that. She had tried and he had said no. Even her date with Simmons had been a bust, something about a call from a big project that needed his attention. She would give herself tonight, one night to feel sorry for herself. Tomorrow she had much bigger things to deal with. She heard the door, and frowned as she made her way over to it.
She peeked through the hole and took a step back, swallowing hard. Opening the door, she let him in.
“Chelsea, are you ok, I mean, do you feel ok?”
She rolled her eyes. “I guess he told you then?”
“Why did he have to tell me Chelsea, why wouldn’t you? A baby I mean a baby Chelsea?”
She felt her temper rising, and her voice followed suit. “I didn’t do it on my own Reg.”
He sighed loudly. “I know, I know. Just sit down here.”
She did, crossing her legs and arms simultaneously. He sat down across from her, and she waited, all the while looking him over, his face as perfect and she did her best to remember each and every detail of it.
“Why are you here Reg? I was going to tell you, you have to know that.”
“I know, but you didn’t. You just left today and said nothing.”
She laughed, letting the tears well up once more. “I set the whole thing up like an idiot. Getting Simmons to ask me out, just to make you jealous.” She sniffed loudly. “Then I was going to seduce you… and it worked and still even then, you said sorry can't.”
“Oh Chelsea, that’s on me. I let you walk out of there and I sat there kicking myself, hating to hurt you. You took the light with you, when you left. I felt everything go with you and I knew then I could let you. I couldn’t watch you go and leave me waiting and wanting you the way I do. I went to your fathers, to tell him the truth.”
“I’m sure he figured it out Reg.”
“No Chelsea, not that truth. The truth about me.”
She glanced up at him, waiting not giving an ounce of attention to the hope that welled up within her. She watched his face, the raw emotion there made her heart beat even faster as she watched him speaking the words she longed to hear.
“I love you Chelsea, I don’t know when it happened or what I need to do now because the truth is I am lost here. I am so completely out of my element and my comfort zone. All I know is I love you, and I want you. I don’t want anyone else to touch you, not ever.”
She smiled up at him, letting the tears fall freely as he spoke.
“I love you too Reg, I have always loved you.” She stood then, feeling the warmth of him as he pulled her to him, his mouth finding hers in a deep sweet kiss.
She let the clothes she word fall to the ground. Lifting his hands, she lifted her breasts up to him and he soon found himself buried in them, breathing deeply. He moved carefully, as though she was delicate. She managed to take over moving him herself. She freed him of his clothes, this time pushing him back on the bed.
“Chelsea we don’t have to..”
“Shut up Reg, just let me love you.”
He moved slightly as she took his already stiff member in her hand, gently caressing it with her hand. He moaned as she moved over him, carefully until she moistened her lips and took him in her mouth. He stiffened groaning as she moved her mouth over him, slowly and agonizingly carefully. She ran her tongue along the length of him, and suckled him in once more until she felt him moving, quickly changing place and he buried his length into her deep and true.
There were no words of love that needed to be shared as he loved her with everything he had. His movements moved faster and deeper and she met him thrust for thrust, calling out his name with each new push. She found her release first, moaning out his name as she did, gripping the bed beneath her head. He soon followed, and with one last push he called out her name.
He lay on the bed beside her, taking in her naked form, she smiled at him as he reached out to gently touch her stomach, as if he knew what was to come, or expected something to be there for him. She covered his hand with hers and smiled as he pulled her into him, keeping her there as he had once done before.
The months seem to fly by as they adjusted to a new life together. Reg was no longer afraid of loving her and was happier for it. She stood once more, rubbing her lower back as it cramped once more. It had been like this all day and she was ready to have this baby out and into the world once and for all. She made her way back into the kitchen of his condo. She was still here, and he would join her later tonight after work. The house they were building was taking longer than anticipated, but soon it would be ready for them.
She felt the cramp once more and frowned as she felt something wet between her thighs and she knew then this was no normal back ache. She dialed his phone and heard his panic stricken voice on the other end.
“You ok, baby?”
“Reg, calm down you’d think you were the one in labor.”
“Labor! Ok oh oh Ok labor.”
She managed to giggle through the pain. “Just come home and take me to the hospital, please.”
“Oh damn, I mean, yes I'm on the way.”
She laughed as she realized he had simply tossed his phone down and left, never even taking the time to hang up. She made her way to the bench by the front door, breathing through the cramps, but all the while smiling as she wondered if this was going to be more like raising two children.
Pulling up, he jumped out together, helping her walk towards the car one step at a time. She noticed his face a mask of fear and she patted his leg as he drove.
“Reg listen to me. I need you, and we need you to be ok. Now calm down and get me there safely.”
He relaxed some, taking in a deep breath as he pulled into the hospital and helped her inside. She was loved and she knew it in every action he took. She found her father, equally terrified waiting for her inside and she rolled her eyes slightly. He helped her get the wheelchair into the nurses offered and before long she found herself safely tucked into a bed, hooked up to more than a couple monitors, and gripping the side rails of the bed tightly.
He was by her side, and she felt his love with every push and soon she found herself holding an 8 pound baby boy, with eyes as clear as his fathers. She smiled up at her husband, and saw the tears of joy in his face, knowing he was as much in love with this baby as she was.
He frowned slightly, and she knew he had his doubts.
“Chelsea, he is perfect.”
“Yes, he is.” She agreed eagerly.
“I worry… about what I can do. Do you worry about my age Chelsea?”
“Reg, I love you, I married you and I just gave you a son. There is very little I am worried about. Your age is nothing to me, as long as you love us, we love you too.”
“I don’t think I have ever been this happy Chelsea, I suppose I'll have to stop calling you Linda now.”
She laughed slightly. “In our room, you can call me a good many things, as long as you always remember just who I am.”
“I think I am happy with Chelsea, my wife.”
“Let's name this young man, and then you get some rest. I’m no young man anymore. Before long I'll need you to take care of me too you know.” He moved away from the bed to get some water.
She smiled as he laughed and she threw the pillow beside her at him. They were happier than they had ever been.