Chapter 7

David

Monday’s morning wood would normally be ignored, but ever since I’d run into Allison, I’d had a hard time keeping it down. Now, it lay rigid, burning against my flesh like a hot length of steel. I reached beneath the covers and gripped it tightly, feeling the scorching erection, which practically pulsed in my hand.

I pumped my fist as I closed my eyes, thinking about her, and I imagined myself kissing those soft lips of hers and then going down on her to taste her sweet little peach. My mouth watered at the thought, and I let my palm glide across my head, spreading the fluid that had leaked.

When we’d made love before, she’d been so timid and had let me guide her, but I had a feeling that her maturity and experience would make her more confident and hopefully a little eager for pleasure. I knew the chances I was beating my dick to another man’s wife were pretty high, but she’d been my girl first, and a little fantasy wouldn’t hurt.

I couldn’t wait to get her in my office for the interview, and I knew damn well I was going to turn on my charm and try to seduce her. I cupped my balls and gave them a little tug, imagining her on her knees under my desk, sucking my cock. In all the fantasies of a naughty secretary I could fathom, I’d never imagined Allison working at DeVant with me. I already knew I was going to hire her on the spot.

I wondered about the jerk who’d been yelling at her. If he was her husband and the little girl’s father, he didn’t deserve either one of them. Maybe if she were in an unhappy marriage, she’d need a soft shoulder to lean on. It was a dirty thought. Imagining myself coming between two people’s marriage wasn’t my style, but this was all a fantasy, and anything goes in a daydream.

I missed the younger Allison, who looked at me like she couldn’t breathe without me. I imagined myself with her again, her nice, young body against mine, my thoughts trapped somewhere between her then and her now. She was still firm, and slim, and sexy, but now, her eyes were no longer lit with the same wonder, with the same hope.

I thought of her crawling up from the floor, lifting a tight, black pencil skirt to reveal she’d forgotten her panties before she straddled my lap and the cock she’d just been sucking. Her tight, virgin pussy wrapping around my cock had been heaven, and I’d kissed and sucked her tight, budding nipples. There was so much past with her, and I could close my eyes, remember the past, and project the future. I wanted to be with her again, somehow, some way.

It couldn’t be the end for us; it couldn’t be the last time I’d ever taste that sweet pussy and fuck her until she called my name. I needed her slick pussy pulsing and milking. I grabbed my cock, squeezing and releasing until it was her body. I could feel every inch of me buried inside of her, and as I pressed tight into her sweet hole, I blasted my load. Tiny droplets splashed all over my pierced nipples and chest. Fuck. I opened my eyes and realized I was biting my lip.

I rolled out of bed and went for a hot shower before getting dressed for the day. The fantasy had me stirred up, and I could have kicked myself for not asking if she was married. Surely, she was, with the little girl, and if Sierra’s charm was any indication of her father’s, I was shit out of luck. The little girl was amazing, and seeing a mini Allison again was a trip back in time.

I drove the Cobra to the office as usual, and when I came in late, Greyson was waiting behind my desk, on my phone. For a split second, I thought it was Allison who’d called, but then he looked up at me. “Gotta go, sweetheart. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Sweetheart?” I’d never heard him use such a tender term of endearment before.

“Hey, it’s called charm. Get some. And while you’re at it, buy a fucking alarm clock.” He had his usual “cat that ate the canary” look and was impeccably dressed.

“I have one, and before you forget, I’m David DeVant. You know, the one whose name is on the sign out front?” I hated to bust his chops about it too much, seeing as he was the only thing holding my company together since my father died, but luckily, he was paid well enough for the titles to not make a fucking difference.

“Oh, right. But your father used to tell me I was the son he never had.” He flashed me a wink. It was probably true.

“Ouch. Speaking of my father, I grabbed a box of his ties from his house. I figured you, me, and Blaine might like one for luck.”

“That would be cool, man. Thanks. He had great taste in ties.”

“Yeah, the old man was a smart dresser, amongst other things. We were at his place yesterday, going through his things. You should stop by sometime. You might like a painting or something. We’re not sure what to do with most of it. Dad wasn’t much into the finer things, despite his wealth, but clothes and art, he was a connoisseur.”

“The man liked what he liked. How’d that go, anyway? I can’t imagine going through my parents’ things.”

“It’s nostalgic. But the best part was when I ran into my old neighbor, Allison. She’s supposed to call in, actually. I’m going to give her an interview to be my assistant.”

“Oh, yeah. Allison from across the street, right? Funny, I didn’t know you were interviewing for an assistant.” He gave a little chuckle and then rose from my chair to give it up to me. “She must be looking good these days.”

I sat in my chair and kicked back. “A knockout as always. Man, I was so in love with her. You know, we were each other’s firsts when we were in high school. I thought right then that I was going to marry her someday. That’s how much it fucked me up.”

“Damn. What happened?”

“Things changed. I think we were both just insecure. Then I went into the Air Force, and she still had to finish school.”

He shook his head and gave me a pitiful look. “Damn, sounds like she was your great white buffalo, my friend.”

“My what?”

His look of pity turned into an eye roll. “You know, the one that got away? But it sounds like you’re hoping to make things happen; creating a job and everything for her. What rich men won’t do, right?”

“No, she’s a nice girl and a good friend. She told me she’s working down at Marjorie’s. You know, the old diner across town from the old neighborhood?” Everyone in our suburb knew about Marjorie’s.

“Yeah, I remember. They had the best milkshakes and fries.” He closed his eyes like he could taste them.

“Yeah, but you should have seen her face when she told me, and she just graduated. She’s got a degree in business she should be putting to use. She’d be perfect for a little PR work. She’s smart, beautiful, has a great sense of humor, and she’s like family.”

“You’re in love with this girl.” He belted out a laugh. “I love it.”

“I don’t know. She’s got this kid, and she’s great, but I’m sure there’s a man in the picture. A husband or boyfriend. There’s no way she’s single.”

“Did you come onto her?” He put his hands up like it was the most obvious solution.

“Her kid was there, so I had to keep it turned down a notch, but I did a little eye-fucking. God, she’s fucking hot.” I adjusted in my chair, and Greyson gave me the side eye.

“Call her. Set something up.” He got to his feet and headed for the door. “I’ll just give you a little privacy.” He gave me a sly grin as he pulled the door closed.

I hit call next to her number and waited as the phone rang, but there was no answer. I decided to leave a message and told her to call, but all that did was put me in a waiting game I had no patience for.

I spent some time working, but every so often, I’d check my phone. It hit me that she might call the office line, so I went out to the front to the receptionist’s desk.

“Has anyone called for me about an interview?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. DeVant, but no. I wasn’t aware that there was a position available. I have a friend named Sarah who’s looking for a job. Is it okay if I tell her to apply?”

“This is kind of a personal position, so I’m not really considering just anybody, but tell your friend to keep trying.” I turned and hurried the hell out of there, hoping that no one would flip out on me for showing favoritism in my own company. I didn’t need the drama.

I could already tell that I was going to drive myself nuts over her, and I needed to know if I even still had a chance. If she were married or seeing someone, I could still offer her the position, but at least I could cool my jets a bit.

I dialed Missy’s number, and she answered with a smile in her voice. “Hey, little brother, how’s it going?”

“I’m a mess. Do you know what a big goof I am?”

“Yes, I do, actually, but I’m surprised you’re admitting it.”

“What do you know about Allison? Like is she married?”

“She’s divorced, actually. You remember that guy she dated a little, kind of an off and on thing when you were too busy daydreaming about jets and soaring the skies?”

“Fuck. You don’t mean Doug Simon? That asshole?”

“Yeah, well if you’d wanted her, she’d have waited for you.”

“How do you know?”

“Please, I told you how much she talked to me about you. Did you think I was kidding? She was in love with you. She wanted to have your babies and the picket fence dream house. Trust me, she would have waited.”

“So, the girl? She belongs to that guy?” I couldn’t wrap my head around how such a jackwagon could create such a gorgeous child. Then it occurred to me. The blond guy who was screaming at Allison. The man had been Doug. If I had known the situation, I’d have gone over and punched his fucking teeth in. And if he talked to her that way, then how did he treat his daughter? My blood started to boil as if I had some right to be protective over Allison and Sierra.

“Yeah, that’s her father. If you ask me, I think you should ask her out.”

“Thanks, Miss. I’ll call you later.”

“Keep me updated.” With that, her end of the phone went dead, and I sank in my office chair.

After lunch, which I’d spent talking to my sister and waiting by the phone, I figured she must be working at the diner. I could imagine that old lady Marjorie wasn’t going to let her waitresses use their cell phones on the job. Since I hadn’t eaten, I decided to drive out and see if those fries and shakes were still as good as they used to be.

On the way, I couldn’t help but think about our last time together. I’d been away at basic training and hadn’t been home for what felt like ages, so I missed her terribly. She’d written me a few letters, but nothing serious. When I came back and found out that she wanted to go to her senior prom, but she didn’t have a date, I decided to ask her.

I’d worn my uniform, and her dress had been beautiful on her, but most of my memory had been of her naked after, the two of us lying together as one, my cock buried deep and thrusting. We’d only been going to the dance as friends. I’d thought I’d come back for her, but I hated to ask her to wait. It wasn’t fair, but maybe I should have said something, at least. I’d tried to call her a few times after that, but not soon enough. She’d already moved on. After so many years, I focused on other dreams, but all of those were gone now, too.

But she was back, and I couldn’t let her get away again.