Chapter 8
Thomas
Shit, I was gonna get fired.
I couldn’t believe what just happened last night with the Bridget Meyers, and I knew the moment she woke up this morning, she’d send me a text saying I was fired. Fuck. Why the hell did I drop my guard and do something like that? I was supposed to be protecting her, not taking advantage of her.
And most certainly not having sex with her.
She was kind enough to give me weekends off with my daughter, but as we got ready for the zoo, I couldn’t help but think that I wouldn’t have an issue with days off any longer. We got ready and got in the car, and the entire time, I kept an ear out for my phone. Every time it rang or buzzed, I jumped at the helm, waiting to see those two little words pop up in a text message from a very angry actress.
But the text message never came.
We got to the zoo, and Lacey was so happy. She kept running up toward every single exhibit and tried to tell me all about the animals. She looked so happy looking at the giraffes and the elephants and the monkeys, and she was enamored with the puffin exhibit. We stood there for almost an hour, watching those stupid puffins dive in and out of the water, and the only thing I could think about was how beautiful she looked with that smile on her face.
“You know what?” she asked.
“What, sweetheart?”
“Nannie let me stay up late last night.”
“Oh, she did, did she? And what did Papa have to say about this?”
“He was snoring on the couch. It was really loud. Nannie said we should give him a sucker to keep his mouth shut.”
I couldn't help but laugh at that comment. As far as perfect marriages go, my parents had one of the best. The only thing I ever heard my mother complain about when it came to dad was how he could pull the curtains into the room from the other side of the house with his snoring. She complained about how the walls would rattle, and talk about how she’d stuff socks in his mouth, and while I knew she was trying to get us to laugh, she really wasn’t kidding. My father’s snoring was just about as bad as it could get, and I admired her for sleeping next to it for forty years.
“What else did you guys do?” I asked.
“They let me have two helpings of spaghetti, and I even got to eat it on the couch.”
“Wow,” I said. “You guys broke all the rules.”
“Nannie said you would say that, and she told me to say that that’s what her job was if you ever said it.”
“Oh, really? She told you to say that?”
“Yep! Did I do good?”
“You did perfect, sweetheart,” I said.
We had a wonderful day eating and walking around the zoo, and on the drive home, Lacey fell asleep. I knew she’d run hard and that the sun would wear her out, so I carried her to her bed, took off her shoes, and tucked her in tight. She looked so peaceful and always fell asleep with a slight smile on her face. I leaned over to kiss her forehead just before Bridget popped into my mind again. I hadn’t heard from her all day, and part of me was starting to get worried. I shut Lacey’s door and went to go get my phone.
Just wanted to check in with you. How are you doing?
I sent her the text message and sat on the couch. I knew I was opening up a massive can of worms by initiating the conversation, but when my phone buzzed in my hand, I knew it was no longer in my control.
If I lost my job, I lost my job, and I’d simply find another one.
I’m good. Just at home with Rachel, the girl from last night.
How’s she doing? I asked.
She’s good. I’m not sure what you did to get us home, but thank you.
You’re welcome, I said.
Thank you for last night, by the way. It was really nice.
About that… am I gonna have to look for a new job? I asked. It was a valid question, and one I needed an answer to. My stomach fell to my knees when I saw her number calling through.
Here goes nothing. “Hello?”
“Why the hell would you think you’d have to look for another job?”
“Because what we did last night crossed a very serious boundary between employer and employee,” I said.
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re a contract worker and work for yourself, but that’s besides the point. You’re my favorite bodyguard I’ve ever had to employ. You’re not gonna need a new job. Especially with all the perks that come with you.”
I could hear the lustful sultriness in her voice, and my cock came to life. I swore her scent was still circling my nose, but I shook the thoughts of last night from my head and tried to reel in the conversation.
“Miss Meyers—”
“Bridget, please. We’re far past that boundary, don’t you think?”
“Yes, and that’s a problem,” I said. “Bridget, you’re a beautiful woman, but the truth is, I’m your employee, and I’m a single father. What happened last night was not ethical, and it can’t happen again.”
“I know, I know,” she said. “I was just teasing you. But let me just say, you are very skilled at what you do. I bet that tongue—”
“Bridget,” I said.
“All right, all right. Geez. Don’t get your panties in a bunch like I did last night. I promise nothing like that will happen again.”
“I’ll see you Monday morning,” I said.
“Unless I need you sooner,” she said.
“In which case, I’m only a phone call away. Have a good night, Bridget.”
“Oh, I will. I’ve got some wonderful memories to reflect on.”
She hung up the phone before I could respond, and I found myself wishing it wasn’t true. What happened last night was nothing short of perfection. The way her eyes screwed shut in pleasure, and the way her pussy molded exactly to my fingertips. She was spicy and innocent, all at the same time, and the way she begged me was incredible. The only thing that would’ve made it better was if she had pulled my cock out and let me feel that throat of hers wrapped around it.
My hand slid down my pants, and my legs spread wide on the couch. My balls were hanging low with need, and my cock was already leaking onto my pants. I pulled them down my ass and let my dick bounce against my stomach while I thought about how sexy she had sounded on the phone. The smoky lust that had filled her voice vibrated in the recesses of my ears while my hand grabbed my thick dick, and I slowly pumped to the memory of her thrusts.
I bet she was in this cute little nightie number while her and her friend talked, while sitting on her bed. Those beautiful tits I’d taken a bite into last night were probably swinging free underneath the silky fabric of her gown, and my hand started to pump a little faster as I envisioned what she’d look like right now. I bet she was sprawled out on her bed while Rachel told her stories, her pussy airing out in her room while it was covered by the silk of her pajamas.
“Oh, god. Bridget.”
I imagined her tits free from her nightgown while she sank to her knees. I saw my hand wrapped around those soft, beautiful tendrils of hair while those plump lips coated in that purple lipstick streaked its color across my throbbing cock. I’d bury myself so deep down her throat, her nose would touch my skin, and soon, I was thrusting into my own hand and bucking my ass off the couch.
Bridget. Yes, god. Your mouth is so warm. Fuck. Swallow me down. Let me see you gobble it all up.
I pumped my dick faster and faster as I felt my balls curl into my body, then hot streams of come erupted and splashed all over my shirt. My legs pulled taut, and my arms trembled in ecstasy. When my ass finally collapsed back to the bed, my come leaked off to the side and slid all the way down the couch cushion.
Shit, Bridget.
That would pervade every single inch of my thoughts while I worked with her. Now that I knew what she felt like and sounded like in her most vulnerable state, I’d never be able to look at her without thinking about burying my face between those legs. I’d never be able to hear her name without remembering how sweet her tongue felt raking across my lips.
And I’d never be able to sit next to her without wanting to slip my hands in between her legs.
I was in a lot of trouble, and I loved every second of it.