Chapter 11

Grant

Things had degenerated so quickly between Crissy and me, and it boggled my mind. How the hell could I actually fuck my best friend’s daughter? She was supposed to be safe by my side, away from all the prying eyes of the junior executives. I was supposed to be the safest option, and yet I’d thrown her over my desk before her first week of work was done. I had no idea how this turn of events was going to affect my friendship with Alex, but I knew it would fuck things up. I’d crossed a line I could never come back from, and I had no idea how to address it.

But I didn’t regret it. Not for one fucking second. Her pussy had been so tight, and it had tasted of salted honey. I hadn’t eaten a pussy that delectable in years, but I hadn’t lost myself in a woman’s body since my wife died, either. When I buried her, I told myself I’d never open up again. I’d never gaze into the eyes of a woman before I bent her over and fucked her hard. I’d never moan her name the way I did my wife’s. I’d never throw her around the way I did my wife. That was solely for the two of us, for the way we loved one another and cherished each other’s bodies.

Holy hell, I missed that woman.

I’d broken all those rules with Crissy. I’d looked right into her eyes before she crashed into my body. I’d held her tight, close to my body, before I felt her come all over my tongue. I had allowed myself to lose it, to crave coming inside a woman. I hadn’t painted the walls of any pussy without a condom until Crissy.

Until she uttered those beautiful words I’d wanted to hear before I plunged into her depths.

The way she was so willing to take me in was remarkable. The way her pussy clamped down around my intrusion before her body gave way to my command was nothing short of breathtaking. The sunset had painted colors all along her back that I could still see, even in my dreams. I woke up that next morning with the biggest raging cock I’d ever experienced, and it hurt to fucking move. Crissy had bathed me in her juices and marked me as her own, even though I’d bitten every part of her body to make sure she knew exactly who was the boss.

She was a brat, but deep down, she was an intelligent young woman, full of life and vivaciousness. Her body called to me in the most primal of ways, but her eyes pulled me into the depths of her soul. There was more to her than met the eye, more to that attitude she put forth at work. It infuriated me, sure, but she didn’t get like that on her own.

I wanted to peel back her layers so I could taste her further, make her better and support her in this journey we were traveling together. I wanted to help her, coach her like someone had coached me.

I tried to take my mind off things with a cold shower, but I still couldn’t get the encounter out of my mind. When I’d come out of the bathroom, she’d been gone, and I had to admit that a part of me was angry about that. I knew I hadn’t scared her, but the least she could’ve done was stuck around to talk. If she was going to make all these fun little adult decisions with her life, she needed to learn to take accountability.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait until Monday morning to corner her and talk, so I decided to make a trip over to the Marks’s house. I grabbed a golf club from the garage that Alex had loaned me awhile back. Then I ventured over to their place. Pulling up into his driveway, I felt guilty. I’d have to look into the eyes of a man I’d trusted for years, knowing I was holding back the biggest secret of his life. I’d have to look at him and reconcile keeping my mouth shut about the fact that I was salivating over his daughter.

“Grant!” he said when he saw me. “What’s up, man?”

“Hey there, Alex,” I said. “Just coming to return this golf club finally.”

“It’s about time,” he said. “You’ve had it for a couple months. Don’t worry, though. Haven’t had much time for golf lately.”

“He’s been spending it with me, Grant,” Mel said. “I’m so sorry for bogarting Alex.”

“It’s quite all right, Mel,” I said. “If I had a beautiful wife like you, I wouldn’t mind her bogarting my time, either.”

“Oh, you’re such a flatterer, Grant,” she said. “Come on in. Alex could use the guy time.”

“Yeah. Just come in and hang out for a second,” Alex said. “Mel and I have some things we’re getting on our social calendar. Then I’ll make us up a glass of scotch and we can chat.”

“And maybe if you’d like, you could stay for lunch or something!” Mel exclaimed.

“We’ll see where the scotch takes us,” I said, smiling.

Alex ushered me into the house before the two of them ventured down the hallway. I looked around for any sign of Crissy, then raised my gaze and looked out back. I saw a lounge chair with someone sitting in it, and I felt my cock instantly grow hard. Her luscious legs were curled around the bends of the chair, allowing her soft skin to get a bit of sun. She shifted, and the strings of her bikini fluttered in the wind, catching my gaze as I made my way outside.

With every step I took, more of her body came into view. I smirked when I saw the light red marks I’d left behind, but I silently chastised myself. They weren’t nearly as visible as I wanted them to be, but they would have to do for now. The last thing we needed was proof of what we were doing, even if it had been just a one-time encounter.

“Sunbathing, I see.”

“Yup,” Crissy said.

“That bikini looks comfortable,” I said.

“Not my fault you can’t stop staring,” she said.

She was right. Her body looked sexy as hell in that thing. I turned my gaze toward the house to see if there was any movement, but after I saw none, I crouched down next to Crissy. My cock was throbbing against my pants as my eyes took in her massive tits. I could clearly see the outlines of the barbells that sank into her beautiful nipples.

What I wouldn’t give to play with them with my tongue again.

“Why did you leave yesterday?” I asked.

“It was time for me to go home,” she said. “I worked late, remember?”

“You know what I mean, Miss Marks.”

She shrugged, and I felt something slowly light up within me. I wasn’t sure what the hell she thought she was shrugging off, but what we were doing should have been afforded at least some sort of verbal answer. My eyes bored into her as her sunglasses sat on her face, but the moment she slowly panned her gaze toward me, I knew I had her attention.

“What?” she asked.

“If you want to be treated like an adult, you’ll have to start taking accountability for your actions,” I said.

“Does that mean you’ll own up to the fact that you’re fucking your best friend’s daughter?” she asked.

“Depends. Are you going to stop acting like a spoiled brat?”

“Depends. Are you going to stop acting like my father?”

I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest. Already, she had my blood pressure skyrocketing. In a few basic sentences, I’d gone from a calm, pristine man to a hard-boiled shell of a creature who was tired of volleying a toddler throwing tantrums. I bit the inside of my cheek before I looked back over at the house again, and when I didn’t see any movement, I dropped my gaze back down to her.

“The least you owe me is a conversation about yesterday,” I said.

“Look, it’s my day off,” she said. “Tomorrow I planned on going in and finishing up shit with those files since it sort of, well, got put on the backburner and all. I don’t need to take your shit on my day off, Grant. So, if you’ll excuse me.”

I watched her stand up, her thick legs flexing in all the right places. My cock was leaking into my pants as her tits wobbled with her every movement. Her hand grasped the chair to pick it up. I didn’t know why, but I wasn’t ready to let this go. I was going to make her accountable for the decisions she made, even if it meant I had to teach her another lesson in the process.

“You don’t get to walk away from the hard stuff.” I reached out and grabbed her arm. I watched the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and the sunglasses she was wearing fell down the bridge of her nose. My heart was hammering in my ears, and the veins of my forearm were bulging from beneath my skin. My eyes grazed her body, taking in every supple curve I hadn’t marked with my teeth yet, and the rubber band I had felt tightening due to her bratty attitude snapped.

Again.

I turned my head toward their guest house and dragged her behind me. She stumbled and followed but never once tugged from my grasp. I stormed through the door and into the darkened room before I slammed it behind me, readying myself for a fight.

She wasn’t leaving this room until we talked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Grant?”

“You didn’t get to walk away from me yesterday when you were frustrated with those files, and you don’t get to do it now,” I said. “First rule of the business world: Confrontation is never to be avoided.”

“And you dragging me into the pool house is supposed to teach me this lesson?” she asked. “I fucking left because I felt like it. It was late, I was hungry, and you exhausted me. The fuck’s wrong with that answer?”

“What’s wrong is that you left without giving it,” I said. “You’re my best friend’s daughter and my P.A. We crossed a line, and that line should be discussed.”

“And what the hell am I supposed to say about it? ‘Thanks for fucking me really good. It’s the best I’ve ever had. Can we do it again, please?’”

My cock throbbed at her words. My eyes darted down to her lips as my head spun with what she’d just said. Had she wanted to say those words? Did she want another encounter? Was that really the best she’d ever had?

“Why do you keep coming at me when I keep pushing you away?” she asked.

It was the first time I found myself in her shoes. She’d asked me a question, a question she was obviously embarrassed about asking, and I had no answer for her. My cock was pressing painfully against my pants, and her body looked so soft, bulging from the string bikini she had tied to her body. All I could think about was teaching her that she just couldn’t fucking run from the hard shit.

“You can’t run from the hard stuff, Crissy,” I said.

“You’re not hard,” she said.

“Then what am I?” I asked. “Why did you leave before I came out of the bathroom?”

“You’re strong,” she said. “And I’m weak to that.”