by Lena Gordon
I managed to stop myself before running up to the counter and pulling her into my arms. I stopped, took a breath and composed myself. But I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, especially when she turned around.
Her eyes met mine and...they narrowed and she turned away.
What?
Of course she hadn’t expected me. Maybe she was just thrown off by seeing me so early.
I walked straight up to the counter. “Looking good, babydoll.” I leaned over and slid my hand over her hip to rest on the swell of her ass. “I couldn’t wait to—”
“Get your hand off me.” She spun around and hissed at me before she took a step away.
I straightened. Shock ripped through me. “What? Jessie, what’s going on?”
“You tell me, Shane.” She reached into her apron and threw my wallet at me. It smacked me hard in the chest, but somehow I managed to catch it. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”
Shit. She knew. She knew who I was. Or more specifically, that I’d lied.
“I can explain this.”
She put her hand on her hip and scoffed. “That’s not a very creative answer, Shane.”
I fucking hated it that she was using my real name. Or really, any name besides Daddy.
“Babydoll, we can talk about this. There’s more to it than you think. I—”
“I can’t talk to you right now.” She was mad, there was no doubt about that, but she was sad, too. Her eyes filled up with tears and she looked away. It killed me that my simple lie had hurt her. Because there was nothing simple about lying.
“Please, Jessie.” I reached for her again. She didn’t pull away immediately, but then she did. “I’ll come back,” I said. “I’ll give you a ride home and we’ll talk.”
“No.” She turned to glare at me. “Don’t come. I’ll call the cops,” she added to make her point. “I don’t want to see you. I need to think.”
“I’m still me, babydoll. I’m still your Da—”
“No. That’s the thing. I don’t know who you are.” And then she turned again, grabbed the coffee pot and went back to her job.
I knew better than to push her. Especially at work. I’d leave her alone. At least for now.
But not for long.
21
Jessie
The last two days had been hell. I missed Daddy. I missed him so much I could feel it in every cell of my body. But I was still mad.
He’d lied to me. He’d pretended to be something and someone he wasn’t. I thought we were building something, but it was all a lie. The ironic part was that it would have been fine if he’d just told me his real name when I’d asked. I’d gone over a week not knowing, and somehow that was fine. The lie was not.
I would not have a relationship built on lies.
I deserved more. I deserved the truth.
Even if I had forgiven him, I hadn’t seen him since he’d come into the diner. I’d told him to leave me alone and he had. I guess I got what I asked for, so I couldn’t be too upset, but...dammit, I missed him so much it was making me physically ill.
I somehow managed to get through my classes, but I’d called in sick to the diner for the last few days. I knew it was a bad idea. I couldn’t afford to miss work, and I certainly couldn’t afford to get fired. But I just couldn’t face it. Every time I turned around, I saw the table where Daddy would sit and I’d remember our conversations, the way he’d touch me when no one was looking, the way he’d smile at me and make me feel special.
And then I’d get sad. Way too sad.
So instead, I’d spent my nights curled up in my bed with my laptop, searching the web for information on Shane Grant. In the last few days, I’d learned everything there was to know about him. He was the brains behind some sort of genius software program; he attended all the social galas that were expected of him—there were pictures to prove it, complete with a variety of women on his arm; he’d just merged his company with another huge one, resulting in some crazy huge deal that likely made him a few million dollars more.
He was loaded.
Crazy rich.
I certainly didn’t fit into his life in any way. Which was likely why he’d lied. While I was busy falling in love with him, he was just having fun getting off. A stress relief. Nothing more.
I clicked through the photos of him dressed not in his sexy biker leathers, but in polished, no doubt designer, suits. My fingers drifted to the computer screen and traced his face before I finally sighed and slammed the lid down.
I couldn’t do this forever.
I couldn’t sulk and hide in my room. No matter how hurt I was. I needed to get up and face life.
But it was one thing to say it and another to do it. It took me three false starts before I finally got my butt out of bed, into the shower and dressed. For what, I didn’t know.
Once I was ready, I sat at the kitchen table and stared into space for a few minutes because the truth was, I had no idea what to do next. It was ridiculous, but even in such a short time, Daddy had wormed his way into every aspect of my life. I actually didn’t know what to do without him.
“Jessie, you’re being ridiculous. He’s just a guy. A guy who isn’t even who he says he is. You don’t need him. You need a friend.”
Yes. That was exactly what I needed. Abby.
I grabbed my cell phone and was just about to punch in her number when it rang in my hand.
Startled, I almost dropped it, but fortunately recovered just in time.
I didn’t recognize the number and my instinct was to ignore it, but...
“Hello?”
“Is this Jessica Bateman?”
“It is.” My heart raced. I’d received a call like this one, only one other time, when my mother died. “Who’s calling please?”
“Jessica, this is Miranda Levitt from the Multiple Sclerosis Society. I’m calling to inform you that a very substantial donation has been made in your name and a reporter from the Post would like to speak with you regarding the impact your donation will have.”
My head spun. A donation? In my name? I certainly didn’t have any money to donate. I tried to give them a twenty now and then, but even so, it was tight on the measly paychecks I received. There was definitely nothing that could be defined as substantial.
“What kind of donation are you talking about?” I asked the woman.
“Oh. You weren’t aware of it?”
Of course I wasn’t aware of it. I bit back the sarcasm. “No, I’m afraid not.”
“It was a donation of two million dollars, Miss Bateman. We’d really like you to...”
I didn’t hear another word she said because I dropped the phone. I don’t know how long I sat there staring at the phone, but it was long after the woman on the other end got tired of waiting for a response from me and hung up.
Daddy. It had to have been him. He was the only one I knew who had any kind of money like that. But two million dollars? That was an insane amount of cash. Why would he donate so much? And in my name?
But a little voice in the back of my head knew exactly why he’d done it.
He loved me.
22
Shane
I’d given her enough space. And every single minute that passed was killing me. Fuck space. I was a complete wreck without her. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t work, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t do anything. And what was more, I didn’t want to.
It might be the most ridiculous thing, but I loved Jessie and I wasn’t going to let her get away. But even if I couldn’t win her back, I needed her to know how I felt. Even if she wouldn’t talk to me.
And that’s why I sent in the donation to the MS Society. I’d learned enough about her to know that if she could, she would donate every dollar she had to help people like her mother. It was one of the many, many things I loved about her. She couldn’t make the donation, but I could. Hopefully she’d see the gesture for what it was.
Love.
After anot
her unsuccessful day trying to work, I knew I would never survive another day without at least trying to bridge the gap. I snuck out early, not that Brittany would notice. She’d been way too busy showing my new CFO the ropes. Maybe I would have been worried about that, or her bad choices if I didn’t have enough to worry about. Hell yes, I would have been worried about it, but Brittany was a big girl, and she was certainly not my focus.
I’d ridden my bike to work every day since Jessie had thrown me out of the diner. Every time I fired up the bike, I could feel her behind me, holding on tight, her tits pressed up against my back. It wasn’t the same as having her there, but remembering the way she used to ride behind me with her skirt rucked up around her waist, her bare pussy against the leather seat, was just enough to keep me from going totally insane.
I went to the diner first, but didn’t go in. I didn’t want to cause her to lose her job if she threw me out again. So instead, I sat outside and looked through the glass, hoping to get a glimpse of her. But she wasn’t there. It was the second night in a row she hadn’t been there.
Maybe she’d already lost her job because of me?
I couldn’t bear it if I’d hurt her any more than I already had.
But I needed to know.
I put the bike in gear and pushed it hard, accelerating with every mile, closing the gap between us as I raced to her dingy apartment. I was done waiting. I was done accepting that she could possibly be so mad over one tiny white lie. I needed my girl.
I raced up the steps, taking them two at a time, and knocked on her door. Hard.
I hated that she lived in such a shitty apartment with no security. I wanted my little girl safe. Hell, I just wanted her.
The door opened and there she was. Dressed in jeans and a tight T-shirt, she still looked sexy. Hell, she looked sexy in anything.
“Jessie, before you say anything or slam the door in my face, I need to tell you—”
She threw herself in my arms, and cut off everything else I was going to say, which was perfectly all right with me, because all I really wanted was to hold my babydoll again.
Her tongue twisted with mine as she deepened the kiss and my cock immediately hardened in my pants.
“Fuck, Jessie,” I groaned. But I was certainly not complaining.
My hands slid down her back and cupped her ass so I could lift her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I backed her up into her shitty little apartment and slammed the door behind me.
I needed her, wanted her, every fucking inch of her. But I also needed more.
I broke the kiss long enough to look at her and ask, “You’re not mad at me anymore?”
She shook her head, but said, “Yes. Well, no. Well, a bit of both.”
I gave her a look, so she elaborated. “You lied to me.”
“I did.” There was no point in denying it.
“Why?”
“I needed to know that you’d love me for me.”
“Love?”
“Yes. At first it was a fun game. Fucking you. I knew you liked it too.” She grinned wickedly. “But then it became more and I’ve been burned too many times, Jessie. I had a big deal going down at work, and I needed to be sure it would go off without complications and that even if you thought I was a semi-successful salesman, you’d still want to be with me.”
“Were you ever going to tell me who you were?”
I nipped at her neck. “You know I was. In fact, I was coming to tell you that day, but you didn’t give me a chance. I’d come right from the office. I couldn’t wait any longer. I didn’t even change.”
Her eyes traveled down to my buttoned-up shirt and tie. “Like today.”
“I guess so.” I pulled her closer to me. “When it comes to you, I lose all sense.”
“Is that why you donated so much money to the MS Society?”
I blinked. Hard. “You don’t know why I did that?”
She nodded, slowly. Very slowly. But finally she said, “I do know.”
“And?” I needed to hear it. I needed to know she understood why I’d done it and what it meant.
“And I love you too, Daddy.”
Fuck. That was all I needed to hear. I kissed her again. Hard. With purpose because, dammit, my body craved her in a way that was almost painful. I yanked her shirt over her head and buried my face in her naked breasts. I needed her and I wanted her hard and fast, but I also knew it would be different.
I forced myself to slow down as I walked her in the direction that had to lead to the bedroom. I found her bed and placed her on the covers.
“I need to hear it, babydoll.” I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and loosened my tie. “I need you to say that you’re not mad at me. I need to know that we’re okay. Because this isn’t going to be a one-time thing.”
“Oh, it better not be.” She wiggled out of her jeans and laid back on the bed, propped up on her elbows and looking like the goddess she was. “I forgive you for hiding your identity,” she said as she pressed her tits up in the air. “I understand now why you did it.”
I slipped my shirt off my shoulders and moved my hands to my belt. “And what made you understand?”
Her eyes welled up with tears. “The donation.” Her voice was little more than a whisper. “Thank you. It means so much and I understand why you did it.”
“You do?” I let my pants fall to the floor, my cock freed, and walked toward her so I stood over her. “And why is that?”
“I want you to say it.” Her face flushed a little, as if she were nervous I’d refuse her. But I’d never refuse her, because there was no way I planned to let another day go by where she didn’t know exactly how I felt about her.
“Oh, babydoll, I’ll tell you exactly why I did it.” I lowered myself on top of her, crawling my way up her body, occasionally stopping to press a kiss to her hot skin. The head of my cock pressed to the wetness between her legs and I held myself back. “I’ll tell you every single day.”
Her eyes grew wide and she moaned as I moved my hips against her. “Tell me.”
“Because, Jessie,” I told her at the same time I entered her, slowly, filling her body with my hard length, seating myself deep inside her, exactly where I was meant to be. “I love you.”
Tears spilled from her eyes. But this time I knew they were tears of happiness. Her hands clasped tight to my shoulders and she arched up into me. “Oh God. I love you too. So much.”
Together, we found our rhythm and took our time as we enjoyed each other’s bodies. Even after only a few days apart, we each had an insatiable need for the other, intensified by our newly declared love. And when finally we came, her release followed quickly by my own, it was the most incredible moment.
But not as incredible as holding her in my arms and stroking her hair.
After a few minutes of cuddling, Jessie wiggled and propped herself up to look down at me. She ran her fingers through my beard absentmindedly as she looked at me.
“What’s on your mind, babydoll?”
“Well... you know...I think you look incredible in your business suit.”
I grinned. “I’m sure you do. But?”
She laughed. “But just so you know, I think your leather vest is sexier.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” She kissed me. “And you’ll always be my biker Daddy.”
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Brittany
Fuck.
I never used company time or company
property for personal matters, but when Theresa had begged me to help her out by making a few copies of the flyer for the show, I’d felt so bad that she needed a little help, and of course I was hoping that might mean maybe I’d get a show of my own one day, that I’d agreed.
I thought I’d at least have a few minutes while Mr. Thomas was busy getting settled in and with Mr. Grant out of the office…well, it seemed like the perfect time to get them done without anyone ever knowing.
“It’s not…” I twisted around, suddenly very aware that I was on my knees in front of this man and how bad this would look and how if he said anything to Mr. Grant I’d probably be fired without so much as a second thought and definitely no reference letter.
Fuck. Double fuck.
“Mr. Thomas…I know how this must look…” I scrambled to get to my feet, but Mr. Thomas gestured for me to stay put. When he took another step forward, I was only inches away from his crotch, and the unmistakable bulge there. I swallowed hard and looked up, directly into his eyes.
“I’m not sure you have any idea how this looks, Miss Donoghue. But I’m certainly not complaining about what I see.”
A flush of desire raced through me, pooling in my legs in a liquid heat that soaked my panties. I worked hard to slow my heart rate, hyper aware that my breath was coming in short, fast pants that made my breasts heave against the tiny buttons of my blouse.
“But I do have my concerns.”
“If you would just let me explain, Mr. Thomas,” I tried again. “I take my job very seriously and I really never do anything like this. I—”
“You never do what?” His mouth turned up in a sly grin that made my pulse race even faster. His green eyes glinted with danger and something else I couldn’t decipher. “Make personal copies on office time with company materials? Or crawl around on your knees with your juicy little ass up in the air in front of the boss?”
