Dear Boss: A Single Dad Office Romance (Forbidden First Times Book 3)

by Sofia T Summers

  How on Earth do they look so good together? I asked myself. It was bad enough that I was seriously attracted to Billie and that our sexual chemistry was scorching, but did she really have to have such a wonderful relationship with my kid too? They acted like the perfect little family I’d always wanted and my heart throbbed at the thought.

  I have to nip this in the bud. Linc is only going to end up hurt when she goes away, just like his mom did…. It pained me to admit it, but the only woman I’d ever been able to fully trust was my mom. Carmen and many other lovers had betrayed me one too many times. Even Billie with her angelic smile and her caring attitude weren’t enough to convince me that things wouldn’t end badly.

  I watched as Billie kneeled down on the floor. She was pointing at Lincoln’s onesie and he showed her the tail attached to the back. She smiled and laughed easily with him. It was undeniably attractive and I could feel myself being lured by her once again. It didn’t help that she’d left her hair down today. It was longer than when I’d last seen it down and it framed her face beautifully. She was wearing a pastel pair of pajamas that read ‘Time For My Beauty Sleep’ and they were a little loose on her, but I still couldn’t help watching as they clung to her curves when she moved.

  It was undeniable. Billie was perfection and it was going to be impossible to stay away from her. I needed to come up with a plan and fast.

  “Hey, buddy, you ready to get this party started?” Peter asked, interrupting my thoughts before I could think on the subject any further. He patted my shoulder and gave me a smile.

  “Right, yeah, the meeting,” I muttered.

  Peter followed my eyeline and let out a sound of acknowledgement. “Looks like you aren’t the only one in love with Billie,” he teased.

  “I’m not!” I snapped. I grinded my teeth together in irritation. The subject was already weighing heavily on my mind and I couldn’t stand Peter rubbing it in.

  “I know, I know, Quentin,” Peter replied in a soft voice. “I’m sorry, man. I was just kidding.”

  I rubbed my face with my hand and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry.”

  “No problem. Shall we get started?” he asked with a reassuring smile.

  All I could do was nod.

  The core part of the meeting went as well as always and I was left with an overwhelming sense of pride for the company I’d helped shape and the happy, satisfied staff I was in charge of. Nobody aired any issues and most people seemed genuinely happy with their jobs, salaries, and benefits. The food we ordered in was delicious and overall, it seemed like a hit.

  We’d gotten to the afternoon now and everyone seemed to be breaking off into small groups to chat with their friends. Lincoln had actually finally left Billie alone and was playing with Peter in the corner. Billie had joined up with some of the kitchen staff. I watched jealously as she laughed with Marco, the head chef, and then linked arms with Tracy. It only solidified my desire to monopolize her, to be the one she laughed with, to be close to her.

  Just as I’d decided to go over and talk to her, however, Billie had separated from her friends and was heading toward the door. I watched as she slipped out and as I stepped forward to follow her, I paused. If I followed her, there was no doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t kiss her, touch her, and pull her close. Was that really good right now?

  Feeling conflicted, I headed toward the bathroom instead and began to splash water on my face in an effort to calm down. “Get a grip, Quentin,” I told myself in the mirror as water coated my flushed cheeks. “She’s just a girl. Just a girl.” It didn’t matter how many times I repeated it, however. My heart wanted what it wanted.

  In the end, I locked myself in one of the bathroom stalls and pulled out my cell phone. Before I knew it, I was calling her.

  “Quentin? Is everything all right?” she questioned when she answered the phone. It was obvious she was confused and I couldn’t blame her.

  “Everything’s fine,” I rushed to tell her in a breathy voice. “I… I just needed to talk to you.”

  “Oh, okay… What’s up?” she replied, sounding concerned.

  “I…” I paused and took a deep breath. “Where were you going? You left so early. Do you have dinner plans?”

  Billie took a few seconds to reply. “I was just heading to the office to grab my drink. I left it in there this morning,” she explained and then laughed. “Why? Did you miss me?” she teased.

  “Yes,” I replied seriously and the mood instantly shifted. “I’ve missed touching you and holding you, Billie. It’s been so long.”

  I heard her gasp and it sent a thrill through me and straight to my dick. “Quentin, I…” she trailed off. “I’ve been wanting you too.”

  It was what I’d been hoping she’d say and I let out a sigh. “Are you still in your office?” I asked.

  “Y-yes,” she replied. “Are you… Are you going to come here or…?”

  “No,” I replied instantly, shaking my head. “It’s too risky. Anyone could find us.”

  “Oh… That’s too bad.” She sounded disappointed and it hurt me to hear. I never wanted to make her feel that way.

  “We can do it like this instead, if you want,” I suggested with a smile. “I’m already rock hard just thinking about you.”

  She gasped again and I smiled.

  “What do you say, Billie? Do you want to be a naughty girl for me?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she told me and the sheer confidence in her voice aroused me further.

  “Good, good,” I muttered as I reached down to shove my hand in my sweatpants. “Tell me, Billie, what are you wearing under those cute pajamas of yours today?” I began rubbing my aching cock as I waited for her response.

  She let out a small, sweet laugh before she responded, “Just a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra.”

  “Oh, Billie, send me a picture,” I moaned as I circled my hand around my shaft and began pumping my hard cock in earnest. I pictured her as I touched myself, but it wasn’t enough.

  “Okay, hang on,” Billie said and right after I could hear her fumbling. Her clothes were rustling near the speaker and then my phone vibrated. “I sent you it, boss man.”

  I let out a shaky breath and reluctantly pulled the phone away from my ear to check out the message. As soon as I laid eyes on her body, my breath was taken away. She was as curvy and beautiful as I remembered. The thin, black lace clung to her body and hugged her sexy curves. Her breasts were bulging over the top of the bra like it was a tiny bit too small for her and the sight made me bite down on my bottom lip.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, Billie. You’re so goddamn hot,” I practically growled as my motions sped up.

  “I’m glad you think so,” she replied. “If I was with you right now, what would you do to me?”

  The thought alone was enough to make me groan. I pushed the phone back to my ear and grinned. “Oh, Billie, there are so many things I want to do to you,” I explained as my mind reeled with possibilities. “I’ve been so pent up the last few days, however, I probably wouldn’t be able to resist holding you down and fucking you until you can’t walk straight for days.”

  “Holy shit,” Billie cursed. “God, Quentin, that sounds so good.” She was moaning and I could hear her breath hitching. “I want that. I want you.”

  “I want you too,” I told her. “You have no idea how badly.

  I could hear more movement and then a loud breathy moan. “I have a good idea,” she remarked.

  I couldn’t help myself. I needed more. I needed to know what she was doing. “Are you touching yourself, naughty girl?” I asked with a smirk.

  “Y-yes,” she answered in a stutter as her breaths came fast and harsh. “I can’t help myself.”

  The confirmation made my head spin. It was enough just to think about, but it was overwhelming to know I had such a strong effect on Billie. “Where are you touching yourself, sexy?” I asked. “Describe it to me.”

  Billie took a deep breath. “I
was rubbing my nipples at the start, but now… I put my hand down my panties…”

  I couldn’t stop smiling. “That’s good, Billie, I want you to feel really good, okay?” I encouraged as I smoothed my palm over my cock. “Keep rubbing your pussy for me. You’re such a good girl.”

  “Oh God, Quentin, don’t say things like that. You’ll make me come,” Billie whispered. Her hushed voice was low and it made the whole thing feel even more dirty than it already was. I could feel my own orgasm building in my lower belly. My balls were tightening and I was struggling to talk, but I wanted Billie to come so badly.

  “That’s the point, baby,” I crooned. “You can come, okay? Come for me, Billie. I wanna hear you.”

  The words seemed to tip her over the edge and I heard her moan loudly before slowly catching her breath. My hand was still stripping my cock fast and hard. I was close to the edge, but I wasn’t quite there yet.

  “Quentin, are you there? Did you come?” Billie asked in a quiet, timid voice.

  “N-not yet,” I answered shakily.

  “You can do it, Quentin,” Billie told me in a husky voice. “Just picture me there with you.”

  “I already am,” I told her, my eyes closed as I imagined it.

  “Good. Think about me on my knees in front of you. If I was there, I’d take your big, fat cock in my mouth.”

  “Oh God,” I cursed. The image was a powerful one and hearing Billie whisper such filth only spurred me on.

  “That’s it. I’d suck on your hard cock until you end up coming down my throat,” she told me. “Don’t you want that?”

  “Oh, yes. More than anything.”

  “Me too. I can’t wait to feel you inside me again. I’d let you fuck me anywhere you wanted, Quentin. I want to ride your cock like I was born for it.” The words rolled off her tongue easily and they affected me more than I ever thought they would. She was clearly talented and I was totally at her mercy. The more she described in detail, the closer I got to coming.

  “I’m close,” I told her with a groan.

  “Good,” she replied instantly. “Come for me, Quentin. Imagine coming all over my beautiful tits.”

  The image was enough to topple me over the edge. I was coming hard into my palm before I even realized what had hit me. My back relaxed against the wall behind me and I groaned. “Oh, God, Billie. That was incredible.”

  She giggled. “I know.”

  After a few moments, I finally caught my breath. “Now, Billie, I want you to go back into the meeting. I want to go back there and see you across the room and know what we’ve just been up to back here. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, Quentin,” she told me.

  “Good. I’ll see you soon, Billie.”

  “See you soon, boss.”

  The call ended and I quickly cleaned myself up before practically racing back to the staff room. When I arrived, I was still flushed and panting both from the run and my incredible orgasm. My eyes searched the room for the one person I was desperate to see. It only took me a few seconds to spot her and as soon as I did, I was speechless.

  Billie was a vision. More than ever before, I wanted to make her mine. She was still wearing her sweet pajamas, but now, she had pink-tinted cheeks and an air of satisfaction that I knew I’d been the cause of. I wanted more than anything to be able to shout from the rooftops about just how gorgeous and wonderful she was. But I couldn’t.

  Still, I grinned when I saw her. It didn’t matter what obstacles were still in our way right now. I knew she was mine, whether or not either of us wanted it. We were drawn to each other and it was inescapable now. We were either going to be very happy or cause our own undoing and I couldn’t wait to find out which it was gonna be.

  25

  Billie

  Friday had been one of the best days of my life. Even though Quentin and I hadn’t been able to make love together, we still both had incredible sex over the phone. My climax had been so good that I was practically radiating happiness for the rest of the day. Even Tracy had noticed, but of course, I hadn’t told her a thing. I couldn’t.

  However, when Saturday morning dawned, I started to panic again. The afterglow of our time together had faded and reality was beginning to set in. I was reminded once more that our relationship was doomed and that I was only setting myself up for disappointment in the long run.

  As I lounged in bed and ran my fingers through Lucky’s messy fur, I made a note to myself to groom her later. For now, however, I had bigger fish to fry. The one thing on my mind was what exactly I was going to do about Quentin. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life, but my entire life I’d been told how bad of an idea it was. It really felt like I needed someone to knock some sense into me and there was only one person qualified to do that.

  “Sorry to call you so early, Mom, but it’s kind of important,” I said as soon as she answered the phone.

  “It’s okay honey. You can talk to me about anything, you know that.” Hearing her reassurance made me smile for the first time that morning. I wondered if this call might go better than the last one.

  “Thank you,” I whispered happily. “I… Yesterday, I did something pretty bad.”

  My mom sighed. “You better not still be getting yourself involved with that boss of yours again.”

  I closed my eyes and buried my head into my pillow. “Mom, I’m sorry,” I began. “I tried so hard to--”

  She scoffed and I stopped mid-sentence. I really didn’t want to listen to what she had to say, but I guess I really did ask for it. “I really thought that I’d taught you better, Billie. You didn’t grow up to end up as somebody’s mistress.”

  “I’m not his mistress,” I protested. “He’s divorced.”

  “Oh, well, that bodes well, doesn’t it?” she pointed out unkindly. “You’re almost thirty, Billie. It’s about time you started thinking about the big picture. You can’t just do whatever you want anymore. You’re not a teenager. The clock is ticking.”

  “I know, Mom, but… he makes me happy.”

  Despite my protests, Mom wasn’t convinced. “He might make you happy now, Billie, but what about in a year? Two years? Will he stick around?” she questioned. “You’re better off stopping this before you get stuck! Aren’t there any other guys you’re interested in? Any guys that aren’t your boss, of course.”

  I was stumped. I wasn’t really sure what to say. “I… I guess there probably are,” I finally said, feeling unsure. I wasn’t sure what else to say. I knew my mom was probably right, but that didn’t mean I liked hearing it.

  “Then find someone more suitable and forget about your boss, all right?” Mom commanded.

  “Yeah, okay,” I said, knowing it was a lie.

  “Good girl. I’ll catch up with you later, okay? I’ve got to go get some groceries.”

  “Okay, Mom. See you later.”

  “Bye.”

  With a groan, I slammed my phone down next to me on the bed and let out a sigh. “I don’t know why I bother,” I complained to myself. I knew exactly what my mom was going to say and yet, I still wanted to confide in her. I wanted her to tell me everything was going to be okay and help me. I understood why, but it hurt not to have my mom’s support. It meant that there was another obstacle in the way. Even if Quentin and I somehow managed to be together, my mom would never approve.

  As the sun rose and began to spill through the curtains, it illuminated my face and Lucky began to bark. She wanted to go for her morning walk and as much as I just wanted to bury my head in the sand, I knew I had responsibilities I needed to take care of.

  “Come on, girl. I’ll take you for a quick one,” I said to Lucky with a smile. Instantly, she was on her three feet and began bounding toward the door where the lead was hung up. I made quick work of changing into some more acceptable clothes before tying my hair back in a ponytail and then following her. Once I secured the leash, Lucky jumped up at the door and began wagging her tail rapidly.r />
  At least someone’s happy this morning, I marveled before finally stepping outside and heading for a walk around the block. The crisp, warm air helped me feel refreshed and the sun shone brightly on the trees and shrubbery that we passed. I was content in that moment, even if somewhere deep down I was still confused and hurting.

  Eventually, we reached the grocery store. I tied Lucky up outside with a bowl of water and a couple of treats before heading inside to quickly grab some vegetables for dinner. I hurried down the fresh aisle with my mind solely focused on finding eggplant when all of a sudden, someone tapped my shoulder.

  “Billie!” a familiar voice called. “Fancy seeing you here.”

  I turned and grinned as I recognized Carla behind me. She had a full shopping basket and was heading for the check out. “Hey, Carla! It’s funny, I’ve never seen you here before. I thought you shopped elsewhere,” I said.

  She shook her head. “No, I love this place! What are you getting?”

  “I was thinking of making some ratatouille,” I explained.

  Carla shook her head and giggled. “No way. You’re not eating that rabbit food today. It’s meant to be the hottest day of the year so far! Let’s get some meat on the grill. Are you interested?” She gave me a smirk and a little wink.

  I rolled my eyes. “How could I resist?” I teased. “Okay then, let’s grab some chicken and some burgers and head out.”

  “Don’t forget wine!” Carla cried.

  We hurried back around the store and paid for our items before finally emerging once more. Lucky was patiently waiting for me and as soon as she spotted me, her tail began wagging furiously. I smiled, leaned down, and released her leash before walking back toward my home with Carla.