I moan as I circle the crown of his cock and lick up the precum oozing from the tip. I try to take him deep in my mouth, but he’s so big it’s difficult.
My first orgasm hits me, and I want so much to moan out my pleasure as the muscles inside me hold his fingers firmly in place. My juices gush out of me, and Nate noisily laps them up.
It takes me a minute to find my equilibrium. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard. I’m ready for him. “I want your cock right now,” I almost beg.
“Your wish is my command,” he replies. I move so he can scramble to his pants on the floor and pull out a condom. I watch the rubber stretch across his member as he quickly rolls it on. “How do you like it?”
He’s so sexy, and I’m sure he wants what I want. “Today I want it hard and fast.”
He rolls me onto my back and holds my ankles as he spears my pussy. My body stretches to accommodate him. Slowly he begins to stroke in and out, shallow at first and then all the way to the root, and I can feel him hit my cervix.
“You’re so tight,” he gasps.
His thumb circles my hard nub and my hips move to meet his, our bodies slapping together.
“Sorry,” he says when he bottoms out and hits my cervix again.
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “Keep going.”
He pounds me hard and fast, and it feels so good. He’s awoken the sex kitten inside me, and she’s ready to roar. There’s a bead of sweat on his brow, and I reach for my nipples—pinching and pulling them.
I work my Kegel exercises around his pumping cock.
“Whatever that is you’re doing, don’t stop,” he breathes.
Just as I’m sure he’s going to reach his climax, he turns us over, somehow managing to keep himself inside me. Now I ride him, giving him a view of my pussy being impaled by his cock and my bouncing tits. I turn my body slightly, creating incredible friction on the head of his cock. His breaths are coming quick, and I’m sure he’s close, and so I ease up, wanting to extend our time together.
It doesn’t take long to bring him back to the brink, and this time I keep bouncing on his cock as he grabs my hips and pushes me deep, pumping my body up and down.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he grunts as he hits his pinnacle and fills the condom with his seed.
I’ve barely caught my breath when I realize Nate’s still hard and hasn’t stopped. On his knees between my legs, he spreads me wide and takes long strokes while circling my nub. I reach for my nipples, and he pushes my hands away.
“Let me do that. Relax and enjoy.”
He continues to stroke slowly, rubbing that precious spot. We’re covered in a sheen of sweat as his thumb strums my clit, and he takes my breast in his mouth and sucks.
“I love what you do to me,” I purr. I clamp my legs around him, and in his ear, I moan, “Nate” as I shudder, panting as I ride once again through my orgasm.
Eventually I collapse, content and sated.
He gathers me in his arms while we catch our breath.
“That was amazing,” I gasp.
He kisses my forehead and looks into my eyes. “It was worth the wait.”
I smile. That was just the right thing to say. For a moment I relax and simply enjoy being held in his arms. But I can’t let myself fall asleep, although there’s nothing I want to do more.
After a few minutes I force myself to stand, and I gather my clothes and shoes from the floor.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“The bathroom and then to bed with Bex.”
“I’m good for at least two more times,” he protests. “Why don’t you stay with me?”
I smile at his tousled hair and chiseled chest in the moonlight before leaning in to kiss him softly. He strokes my breast, which makes it exceedingly difficult to say no, but ultimately, I need to. The girls may have said they’re okay with their father dating, but that doesn’t mean they’re ready for it to happen right in front of them.
I give him one more long and sensuous kiss. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ll have another opportunity when we get back home.”
I pad off to the bathroom and clean myself up. Then I crawl into bed with Bex, who immediately cuddles up to me.
What the hell did I just do?
Chapter 12
Nate
After being gone for ten days, I work through my email on the private flight home. My assistant, Brenda Wilson, and Alicia Cortez, my VP of marketing and Cecelia’s sister, have been handling most of my correspondence while I’ve been gone. What’s left are the ugly messages only I can manage—one senator is upset that his VA hospital isn’t receiving its shipments the same day they’re ordered the way the one in the neighboring state is. What he fails to realize is that one VA hospital is less than five miles away from our warehouse, whereas his VA hospital is six hundred miles away. That will be a fun conversation.
I get through most of them, but it takes the entire eleven-hour flight. At one point I look up and see the girls watching movies and lounging all over Lilly. A part of me also wants to be lounging with her—preferably naked and without the girls, but the other part of me carries a tremendous amount of guilt. I know I’m not doing anything wrong—we’re two single, consenting adults. But I still struggle.
However, my night with Lilly was incredible—different, but beautiful, carnal, and erotic. Then we spent the last day in Italy hanging out with everyone at the vineyard and relaxing. The girls got to ride the Giordano horses one last time. Lilly never let on that anything was different between us. I stole a few kisses when I could ensure our privacy, but Lilly was rarely alone, and I found myself a little jealous of my own girls.
Not good. I need time to think about this.
Once we land, Monday morning local time, I arrange a car to take the girls and Lilly home. I suddenly decide I’m going to work today.
When I explain this, Lilly’s look is full of questions. “Will you be home for dinner?”
I know what she’s asking, but I’m feeling completely overwhelmed. It’s all I can do to keep myself from bolting out of here right now. I shake my head. “I don’t know if I’ll make it home tonight. Can you manage?”
“I see.” Hurt clouds her eyes. “I have the girls covered.” She turns and leaves me standing there, watching them drive away.
She is more than I could ever deserve. She’s smart, funny, beautiful, and wonderful for my girls. So why do I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin?
When I finally get into my own car, the driver takes me north into South San Francisco. It’s merely midmorning here, despite what my body thinks, and I want to see my manufacturing plant. I walk in unannounced, and the plant manager bends over backward to walk me through, show me some new molds, and introduce me to several workers on the production line.
Two hours later, I’m on my way out of the plant when Alicia calls. I open the car door to get in as I answer.
“Why are you at the plant?” she asks.
“I was close and thought I’d check it out.” I quickly ask the driver to head for my office.
“We weren’t expecting you until next week. Go home. Relax. Spend some time getting over the jetlag.”
“I’m heading into the office.”
I hear a frustrated sigh. “Believe it or not, the company didn’t burn down while you were away.”
I laugh. “I never expected it to burn down. You and Brenda did an outstanding job keeping up with my email, and I caught up with the few that were left on the plane.”
“Good. Now go home,” she insists.
“I don’t want to go home.”
Alicia is quiet a few moments. “Nate, if you decided to sell the house, no one would be upset with you.”
“Thanks. You and Lilly are the only two who seem to understand my feelings. I’m just not sure I can do that to the girls. That’s where they have memories of their mom.”
“But I think the same ghosts haunt them, too. Talk to them about it. You might
be pleasantly surprised.”
I’m sure that seems like a simple task to her, but right now the thought of sitting down with my daughters and telling them I want to sell the house terrifies me. Hell, everything terrifies me at the moment.
When I’m quiet, Alicia continues on a different track. “Did you have a good trip? Meet anyone interesting? I still think you should get back in the dating pool.”
Now I sigh. “I started seeing someone, but it’s becoming too difficult with the girls. I think it’s best to end it now.”
“Nate, Katrina will be moving out in less than two years, and Bex will go five years after that. There’s nothing wrong with moving on. Cecelia was my best friend and my sister. She’d never want you to be alone. You have my family’s blessing to remarry. We love you, Nate, and we understand.”
“I’m not ready,” I whisper.
“Okay, but go home. Give Lilly a few days off. I can take the girls this weekend, and you can really relax—maybe invite your friend over and have some fun.”
I can feel myself blushing, and I’m so glad she can’t see me. “Uh, I’ll find out what’s going on this weekend and let you know.” I’m mad at myself for giving in and taking what I wanted. That’s the CEO in me. People do what I say. Lilly challenged me, and I wore her down until she said “yes”. That’s all this was. Now that I’m home, I know I can’t do this. I made a mistake.
Alicia blows out a breath of air. “That’s fine. Just let me know.”
I disconnect the call and look out the window. I don’t want to go home, and I can’t go to the office now. I’m a mess. I don’t know what to do, so I blurt the only thing I can think of.
“Can you drop me at the Fairmont, please?”
“Yes, Mr. Lancaster,” the driver says.
I use my phone to book a suite for a few nights, and with my status, I swipe my phone, have two keys in my hand, and am heading up to my room without talking to another soul.
I drag my suitcase behind me. It’s barely past lunchtime. I have no doubt they think I’m heading up to an afternoon rendezvous. How wrong they are.
Once I’ve let myself in, I set my suitcase aside and plop down on the couch in the sitting area. I turn on SportsCenter, sit back, and replay the night Lilly and I had together. If it was a mistake, why can’t I stop thinking about it? It was better than I ever imagined it could be, and in that moment, I wanted to keep going. I only wanted to think about her—me and her. But she was cautious because of the girls. And she was right to be. Everything is so complicated now.
I sigh.
I order in a cheeseburger, fries, and an Anchor Fog Brewing IPA for a late lunch or early dinner. When it arrives, I eat watching a repeat of a previous broadcast from last night. When it’s over, it’s after four. I wonder what the girls are up to. I don’t want them to worry. I decide to call to check in.
“Nate?” Lilly answers, and I want to hang up.
“I was just calling to see how things were going at home.”
She’s quiet a moment. “Katrina has gone to Ginny’s house. Bex is playing with Tommy. I have everything unpacked.” There’s a pause. “Please come home, Nate.”
I clear my throat. “I have a problem in St. Louis at one of our plants. I’m going to be gone for a few days.”
“Oh. Okay.”
I can hear the hurt in her voice. I don’t know what to say to her, so I say nothing.
“Nate? Please. I need you, and the girls need you. We can chalk our night up to the wedding excitement. No one ever needs to know.”
My fists ball. Despite what I told Alicia, I know in this moment that’s not what I want. I want so many things with Lilly—but I don’t know how to get them. “I need to go,” I tell her. “My flight’s going to leave.”
“I’ll let the girls know.”
The television stays on all night, but I don’t watch. I don’t even realize the time until the housekeeper knocks on the door to clean the suite late the next morning. My stomach is growling, so I take a quick shower and head downstairs for coffee. When I open the door, Trevor Van der Soot, my personal guard, is sitting outside my room.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m paid to keep an eye on you and your safety.”
I nod.
“Is there a reason I should know about that your girls think you’re in St. Louis?”
I shake my head.
I order a double espresso from a coffee cart in the lobby. When I taste it, there’s a trace of bitterness. Lilly would know how to fix this, which is why getting involved is a mistake. That doesn’t even make any sense. I am officially, one-hundred-percent freaking out. I walk back up to my room, leaving Trevor behind. This means Jim will be coming soon to talk to me. Trevor may be my bodyguard, but he works for Jim and Clear Security.
As predicted, Jim arrives about an hour later. “What’s going on?”
I shrug. Jim’s not going to take any shit from me, but I can’t quite bring myself to be an adult right now. “I don’t feel like going home.”
He nods. “Okay. Trevor has a team set up to sit outside your room until you’re ready to move.” He takes a seat and looks at me.
I’ve known Jim since we were in our early twenties. I was just out of the Naval Academy, and he was a kick-down-the-door-and-take-names Raider in the Marine Corps.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
We never talk about things, so I give him the side-eye. “No.”
“Would you like to come over for dinner tonight with Kate and me?”
I shake my head. “No, thanks.”
“You know I’ll do anything for you, right?”
I nod, unable to look at him.
“Go home,” he says. “You have to be exhausted, and you’re not going to solve anything sitting here.” He walks out the door, leaving me to my television and my inner monologue.
I watch television until I drift off to sleep, and then I wake up and watch some more. The curtains are closed, and it’s quiet. My mind drifts to Cecelia, and I miss her so damn much. Then I think of Lilly, and I know I’m missing her, too. How can being with her be such a bad idea?
My phone rings, and I see it’s Lilly. I hesitate to answer, but what if it’s something with the girls? “Everything okay?”
“No. You’re not here.” There’s genuine concern in her voice, but I push it to the back of my mind.
“Sorry, this trip couldn’t be helped.”
“Your trip to the Fairmont Hotel?” she snarks.
Busted. “Did Jim tell you where I was?”
“No. Your cell phone did. We’re all on a family plan, remember?” She takes a deep breath. “Are you alone?”
That stings. “Yes, of course I’m alone.” I glance at my watch and see I’ve been here for a day and a half. “I need some time.”
“Are you upset about what happened between us?” she asks.
Yes, but not because I didn’t enjoy every second of it. “No, I’m just busy.”
“I’m coming to you. The girls are fine here. Please open the door for me when I knock.”
I find I can’t say no to her, and I nod, even though she can’t see me. “I will.”
We disconnect the call. I don’t know what I’m doing. But I do want to see her. I sit with my feet up and go back to the golf tournament on TV.
A little while later, my cell phone pings.
Lilly: I’m on my way up. Open the door.
I consider slipping out for a half-second, the urge to bolt rising up in me again. But there’s nowhere to go except through this. If I don’t like what she says, we can pick her final day, I tell myself. It’s that simple. The girls could bond with someone else. Maybe a woman who’s more like a grandmother.
There’s a knock, and I stand and wipe the crumbs from my lap before I open the door.
Lilly stands in front of me in the Gucci dress and heels. My cock stands at attention, ready to salute her.
“May I come in?”
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
I’m scared.
I want to fuck you all night.
Then I notice her nipples poking through the silk of her dress. She’s not using the tape either.
She puts down her coat and purse and turns to me. “What do you think of the dress?”
She opens the front, and her light pink nipples are hard. She begins playing with them.
“You’re very naughty,” I growl.
She lifts the dress and leans over the arm of the couch. “You have no idea. Maybe I should be spanked.”
I run my hand across the globe of her ass. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“I brought three. But if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”
I look up. “We need to have a conversation, but we have to deal with your naughtiness first.”
I move her thong to the side to see how she’s feeling. She’s soaking wet. “Mmmmm… Have you been taking care of yourself while I’ve been gone?”
“I might have taken the edge off before I came over,” she murmurs.
I rub her clit, and she moves her hips to increase the friction.
I turn her around and further open the front of her dress. Her pert breasts are heavy, and the nipples look like pink pencil erasers. I bend down and suckle—teasing, biting, and pulling.
She moans.
I unzip the back of her dress and it falls to her feet. “Show me how you make yourself come.”
She smiles at me. Damn, she’s sexy. Lying on her back, she spreads her pussy wide and dips two fingers into her slick channel. The squelching noise fills the room.
I pull my shirt over my head and drop my pants. My cock is hard and weeping. I pull on it and squeeze my balls. She looks at me like I’m the first glass of water after a long desert walk.
She removes her fingers and puts them in her mouth, moaning as she licks away her juices.
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