Daddy's Best Friend (Forbidden Temptations)

by Sofia T Summers

  I couldn’t get her out of my head all day. After I dealt with Garrett (he folded upon my insistence but still didn’t seem overall happy about the situation), I had HR deal with getting Izzi set up as a company employee and dealt with my own work for the day. I didn’t even have to see her for the rest of the day—and yet, she was never far from my thoughts.

  Fuck, she was stunning. Guilt plagued me as I headed home for the day. Running a company was a lot of work but I tried to make sure that I was also home in time for Angelica to get back from school. I would help with her homework and just be there for her if she needed me.

  Well. I used to help with her homework. Now she didn’t want my help anymore. And we didn’t really spend time like we used to, with her playing card and board games with me or the two of us reading books in the same room, or playing Mario Kart or watching a movie.

  She really didn’t seem to want anything to do with me, and that left me with nothing to do during the evenings except wonder what the hell I was doing wrong as a parent.

  Except tonight.

  Angelica once again refused my offer of homework help and so I putzed around, took care of some business from my home office, and spent the evening trying and failing to keep Izzi out of my thoughts.

  It was no wonder I dreamt of her that night.

  We were back in my office, only this time Izzi was telling me that she’d do anything to get the job. It was the nature of dreams that things didn’t progress naturally, or normally, and so somehow she ended up in my lap, palming my aching cock through my pants.

  Izzi ran her the tips of her fingers teasingly over the swell of her breasts. “I’m sure you understand how… badly… I need this job.” She squeezed my cock. “I’d do anything you asked of me.”

  God, I was so hard and my body felt like it was burning. I wanted her so badly. “This isn’t a good idea.” Even in my dreams, my guilt and common sense were finding a way to make themselves known.

  Izzi peeled off her top, letting it fall to the floor, and my cock jumped in desire as I saw those gorgeous, full breasts, only the thinnest layer of fabric separating us.

  “I told you, people find you intimidating. You’re so in charge.” Izzi winked at me, taking her breasts in hand and playing with them. “Don’t you want to show me just how in charge you can be?”

  I did want to find something better to do with that sassy mouth of hers. Izzi ground against my cock and I could feel how wet she was. Fuck.

  “Please, John,” she begged. “I need it so badly.”

  The last of my control snapped and I picked her up by her thick, gorgeous thighs, setting her on the desk. I wondered if Izzi’d ever been with a man who really knew what he was doing. I’d been a college kid once, I knew how skilled I’d been at that age, and I honestly felt bad for some of the women I’d dated. I certainly hadn’t given them all the skill and pleasure that I could now.

  I wanted to fuck Izzi so hard and so well I ruined her for all other men her age. She’d see what a man with experience could do for her. I licked at her nipples through the lace of her bra and she gasped. “P-please…”

  I could smell her arousal, but I didn’t want to fuck her, not just yet. Not until she was screaming my name.

  She gasped again as I took one of her breasts into my mouth. God, it was so good. It had been so long since I’d had sex—over a decade, honestly—and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to last. But I was determined to blow her away with this. I wanted her addicted to me.

  Izzi moaned, her fingers threading through my hair, as I played with her breasts, my tongue and lips working her, until I just ripped her bra off and had nothing between her beautiful skin and my mouth.

  “You’re going to—oh God you’re going to make me come!” Izzi moaned. She ground her hips restlessly up against me and cried out as I felt her coming—just from the way I was touching and playing with her breasts.

  God, she was so fucking hot. And so young, able to come so easily. I was going to have so much fun with her.

  “Oh…” Izzi looked dazed. “Please, I want…” She flushed and bit her lip, apparently embarrassed.

  “You want what?” I prompted her. I was so hard I was sure I could pound nails with my dick if someone asked me to.

  “I want you to fuck me,” Izzi whispered. “Please?”

  Slowly, very slowly, I trailed my fingers down her body, then up under her skirt. Izzi inhaled sharply, flushing all the way down her chest. It was gorgeous.

  I skimmed my fingers up and down her inner thighs. She was dripping wet, the slick sliding down her thighs, and it was driving me insane. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs and lick it all up.

  But God, I wanted to fuck her first. Somehow my pants were off—thank fuck for dream logic—and I slid my fingers inside of her, twisting them, teasing her. Izzi moaned and writhed on my fingers, begging me. She sounded so good begging. I couldn’t help it, I wanted to feel her coming again, and I did, oh fuck I did, I felt her clenching around my fingers and coating my entire hand with her slick. Fuck she was so hot.

  I slicked up my own cock and parted her legs. Izzi drew me into her, whispering please, please, please against my ear, and as my cock slid into her, my eyes practically rolled back into my head. Holy fuck. It felt so fucking good. She felt so fucking good.

  For a second I had to lie there so I wouldn’t blow my entire load into her. She was so hot and tight. It was the best thing I’d ever felt. Izzi whimpered underneath me, twitching like she wanted to move but was trying to be good and stay still.

  Then I took hold of her hips, braced myself, and fucked into her. I was hard and rough and Izzi encouraged it, moaning for me. Fuck, I was losing my fucking mind, just a mindless goddamn animal, and Izzi was begging and moaning for me to continue.

  “Yes!” she screamed. “Yes, John, yes, oh God, oh fuck, please, John, please—”

  It was intoxicating. My entire body was on fire with need for her. I wanted to keep fucking her for eternity, just fucking into her over and over, that sweet tight heat that I couldn’t get enough of, hearing those pleased moans and that chanting of my name. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever encountered, and I was going to make her mine—fuck, fuck—

  I came hard, the orgasm starting all the way down in my toes and working its way up, and I emptied into her like I was claiming her.

  Opening my eyes seconds later to find I’d come all over my pajamas and sheets sure was a fun wake up call. Literally.

  Fuck. I scrubbed at my eyes. I was too fucking old to be having a wet dream. I buried my face into my pillow. I’d rolled over onto my stomach in my sleep and had been humping the mattress until I’d come, so now I was definitely going to have to do laundry in the morning. Ugh.

  I couldn’t believe I’d had a sex dream about Izzi, and such a possessive one too. I wasn’t some asshole who thought he could fuckin’ claim a woman, for fuck’s sake. And I was far too old to be lusting like this after a woman half my age.

  Get it together, I told myself ferociously.

  If I was having these kinds of dreams about Izzi after only one day of interacting with her, then I was definitely going to have to keep my distance.

  Yes, that would be the best solution. Keeping my distance. There was no reason, luckily, for me to have too much contact with her. She would deal with the marketing team and then with Andrew as the divisional manager, so really, I wouldn’t have to deal with her much at all if I didn’t want to.

  That would be the solution. Keep my distance and wait for this weird attraction to go away. Simple.

  4

  Izzi

  It was my first day at work and I could not have been more excited.

  My feelings about John aside, I was glad to be working with Dad’s company. I had been watching the company for years, worried that it was going to start going on the decline, and it would’ve broken my dad’s heart to see his dream that he’d built from nothing, with his best friend, go crashing into the gr
ound. If I could do something to prevent that and bring GoodGreene fully in the 21st century then I would.

  After I dealt with HR to get myself all set up as an employee and handled my paperwork, the receptionist, Sara, showed me where I would be working with the marketing department, including my office.

  I was surprised to find that there were only two other people in the department—the director and another marketing associate. Ben and Eliza, the latter being the director, were both in their thirties and clearly had a rapport already. I got the impression that any new ideas I suggested would be a little difficult to get them to agree to, even though they were friendly enough and told me to be sure to ask them if I had any questions, don’t be shy, all of that.

  Well, at least they weren’t viewing me as an upstart who was trying to take their jobs or anything? There was that silver lining. But as I organized my desk, I despaired over how I would be able to change anything for the better at this company with only two coworkers in my department.

  I would have to talk to Dad and John about this. Or maybe John first, since he seemed more inclined to treat me as an adult than Dad was. This was unacceptable, honestly, especially for such a lucrative company. I understood the value in wanting to keep things small and intimate, not become some soul-less conglomerate like Amazon or Google, but come on. We needed a few more people in this department so that I could be successful in creating a marketing strategy that would last.

  Ben showed me how to log into the computer systems and access everything, and I was glad to see that at least our technology was up to date. I would’ve died inside if a tech company like GoodGreene had outdated computer materials for its workers.

  Okay, Izzi, I told myself. Start slow. One step at a time.

  This was my first day. Rome wasn’t built in a day and I couldn’t change everything I wanted to change in one day, either. I could take a few days to get to know everyone and make myself friendly, learn what everyone’s personalities were, and then see how I could convince them to help me with my plan for marketing.

  “I heard there was a new hire?” someone said.

  I looked up and saw a man looking around. He seemed to be in his late twenties, with light brown hair and eyes to match. He was pretty handsome, although there was a polished look to him that I wasn’t quite sure about.

  Maybe it was just growing up surrounded by rich people. Dad and John had seen their company take off when I was still young, only a kid, and so most of my life had been spent with money, and rubbing elbows with other people who had money. Most rich people were very… shallow, to put it nicely. I didn’t trust them. They were content to just sit on their wealth and not think about how they could help others with it, and they acted condescendingly towards everyone, full of elitism and classism.

  And they made it their goal to be as polished and perfect on the outside as possible, which was probably why this guy was setting me off. Don’t be so biased, I chastised myself. You haven’t even met him yet.

  The guy spotted me, and his eyes lit up. “Hey!”

  He walked over with a smile on his face and stuck out his hand. “I’m Andrew Archer, but please, just call me Andrew. You must be the new hire. Word travels fast in a small company like this.”

  “It sure does,” I acknowledged, standing up and shaking his hand.

  Good to know. If I wanted to avoid scandal or rumors (and I sure did) when it came to pursuing John, I’d have to be careful.

  “I’m Izzi,” I added, avoiding the use of my last name.

  “Nice to meet you, Izzi.” Andrew squeezed my hand briefly, but then dropped it before I could comment on it. “I’m the divisional manager. My purview includes the marketing department.”

  Huh. He must’ve been a real up-and-comer to reach such a position when he seemed to be only a few years older than I was.

  “I don’t want to pry,” Andrew went on, “but I recognize you from somewhere, have we met?”

  “I don’t think we have.” I didn’t recall seeing him at any parties for the company. But then, I didn’t really go to those.

  Andrew tipped his head to the side as he looked at me, his eyes narrowed. Then he snapped his fingers. “Ah! I figured it out. I’ve seen your picture on your father’s desk from your college graduation.”

  I blushed and wanted to roll my eyes, but I couldn’t be mad at my father for being proud of me. I just wished he could be proud of me and let me work at his company. “Ah, guilty as charged, yes, I’m Izzi Greene.”

  “The great Garrett Greene’s daughter, well, now that is special.” Andrew winked at me. “I like working for a family company, don’t worry. Although you might have a harder slog of it with the others, if they think you were just handed the job. Hope you aren’t afraid of a little hard work.”

  “Oh, never,” I promised him. “I’m ready to roll up my sleeves. My dad didn’t even want me to have this job, I had to get Mr. Goodfellow to convince him.”

  “Well then, gives you only more reason to prove yourself. Don’t worry, I know everyone else will come to appreciate you in time if you work hard. And if you ever need any help, you can just give me a ring or an email, I should be in the company directory.” Andrew smiled at me. “I should run but welcome, Izzi, I’m sure we’ll have a good time working together. Let’s see what us young folks can show the old dogs, huh?”

  “Sure thing,” I replied, smiling back.

  Andrew seemed like a nice guy and I was glad there was someone on my side, at least on the surface. He was definitely a charmer, though. I wasn’t sure I could trust someone like that. Well, I’d just have to wait and see. Maybe he could help me in my quest. Because yeah, the fact that my dad owned half the company wasn’t going to get me friends anytime soon.

  Once I was all settled and Andrew had left, I slipped away down to John’s office. I still had my other goal, after all, and that goal might help me with my marketing one. If I could get John to support my ideas then it wouldn’t matter if Evelyn and Ben liked them or no, they’d have to go along with them.

  When I got to his office, John was there. Excellent.

  I had made sure to have a lot of cute outfits on hand for work. Nothing inappropriate, of course. But I had hips and breasts and I fully intended to use them. Pastels looked great on me, so I had plenty of soft pinks, lavenders, and baby blues in my wardrobe. And green, too, since that brought out my blue eyes. I wanted John to see every day what a stunning catch I was. And everything was mature, too, no childish styles for me. I was an adult and damn it, I was going to make sure he saw me that way.

  John was in the middle of paperwork, but he looked up as I knocked on the door. I smiled. “Hey! Sorry to bother you but I was hoping to invite you to lunch? I wanted to thank you for giving me the job.”

  I smiled brightly at him. I was sure that a nice lunch between us would be a great time to talk to him more thoroughly about my proposed plans for marketing, and it was an intimate and casual enough setting to grow closer to him while still being work-appropriate.

  To my surprise and disappointment, John only glanced up briefly to see who it was and smile at me before returning to his papers. “Sorry, Izzi, but I’ve got to get a lot of work done. Why don’t you invite some of your new coworkers and get to know them in an informal setting?”

  I appreciated his attempt to give me a helpful suggestion, but my heart sank at his distant, casual demeanor. During my interview he had been all winks and smiles. He’d seemed receptive to my flirting and had even made a bit of a double entendre himself. What had changed?

  “Um, great idea, thank you.” I smiled at him and tried not to let my disappointment show too obviously. I did want him to see just a little bit that I was let down, but not too much. It wouldn’t do for him to think that I was so hung up on him that I couldn’t function as a damn adult.

  But I also wanted him to see that I was excited to spend time with him. I wanted him to know that I was interested in him. It was a delicate balance I was
trying to manage.

  “I’ll leave you to your work then!” I said brightly, and closed the door for him.

  Annoyance and disappointment churned in my gut, but I did my best to push them away and ignore them. Of course, John would be busy on some days. I couldn’t let it get to me. If I let myself be deterred after one bit of frustration, then I wouldn’t be worthy of him. No, I was going to turn things around, both at this company and with John, and I was going to get my man.

  5

  John

  I watched from the back porch of my house as Angelica swam in the pool. She was ignoring me, as usual. And now I felt like an idiot just standing there watching someone else go swimming. But if I tried to jump in and join her, offer to play some volleyball or something, she’d get out of pool and say she was done with it.

  Dammit. I had no clue what to do to get my daughter to talk to me. And it felt like my attempts to get close to her just made her feel smothered. But I also didn’t want to stop reaching out, because I didn’t want her to ever think that I didn’t care and that I was fine with the distance between us. But I also wanted to respect her apparent need for space…

  Yeah, it was a conundrum. I felt at a total loss.

  The front doorbell rang, and I went to go get it. It was the weekend and I wasn’t expecting anyone, but it might be a package delivery I’d forgotten about. Or maybe Angelica had invited some friends over? She didn’t usually, though. I had her going to a public school so that she could get as unassuming of an upbringing as possible. I wanted her to see how much people without a ton of money lived and keep her humble. But I’d noticed that it meant she didn’t like to invite her friends over, preferring instead to go to their houses. I was pretty sure she didn’t want any of her friends realizing how rich she was compared to them.