Filthy SEAL
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It was so wrong in society’s eyes, but it felt so natural to Cammy. She crawled over him nibbled on his jaw before he pulled away to suck the skin of her neck. Brent moved down to pull her sensitive nipple between his lips as she moaned and pulled him closer. She felt him hard against her thigh and lifted her body as his hands gripped her ass to pull her over him.
This was more intimate than anything they’d done in the past. He was holding her as she rose up and down over his cock with no barriers but his lips were on hers, and his tongue was inside of her mouth as she felt her body stretch around him. Cammy wanted to stop this, but she kept moving as his lips brushed her face and drew her earlobe between his teeth as she slipped her arms around his neck and rocked onto him. “Brent, I need to cum again.”
He kept moving with her through her release before he pulled out and shot his semen onto her stomach with a low groan. “You need to get on something. I’ll call my doctor tomorrow, and we’ll take care of this. I need to fuck you raw.”
Was this fucking? Cammy looked at him as she held on and swore that they’d just made love. She’d told him that she loved him. Cammy blushed as she remembered the words and he pulled her face close for a kiss.
They moved to his room that night and while Brent didn’t tell her that he loved her, Cammy knew that he was different. He did take her to the doctor the following day, and she was sent home with something with the promise of condom-free sex within a few days. Brent took her for lunch after and Cammy looked around the pizza place as he led her to a table in the corner. It was crowded this time of day and Cammy followed him as she glanced around. The waitress came by, and Brent ordered a large combination and some soda for them as he looked at her to make sure that she was okay with that order. Cammy nodded as she watched him and memorized the strong line of his jaw and the way that his eyes sparkled. Brent looked around the room as he leaned forward to say something to her. “I might not have said it that night, but I do feel that way about you as well.”
Cammy felt her cheeks flush pink as someone said her name. She glanced up to see Chloe and smiled as she forced something out of her mouth that she hoped sounded like a greeting. “What are you guys doing?” Chloe asked as she gave Brent a shy look.
“Errands. I know that Cam loves this place, so I wanted to bring her to lunch. How are you doing?” Brent laid the charm on thick and Cammy watched him with a mixture of envy and fascination as they made small talk. She looked back at Chloe as she said her name again and gave her a weak smile. Chloe shot her a curious look as she said goodbye and Brent sighed across the table from her. “You need to be a bit more into the conversation with your friend, Cam. We need to be low key about this.”
“Sorry. What you said just before that threw me off,” Cammy told him as he smiled and nodded.
“I can see that. It’s intense for me as well. I’ve always cared for you but this…this is different. I can’t get enough of you.” Brent was close and spoke low so nobody else would hear his words and she found herself swooning as she allowed herself to feel a percentage of the intensity of her feelings. Their drinks were set in front of them, and she leaned back and wondered what it would be like to be on a date with him. Cammy imagined them sitting on the same side of the table, holding hands and kissing as they waited for their food and she knew that she was getting ahead of herself.
It all came crashing down two weeks later when Tasha found them asleep under a blanket on the couch, where they’d been watching a movie together. Cammy would never forget the look on her face as she stared at them with horror on her face as Cammy tried to cover her naked body with the blanket. Brent woke up a moment later and looked at their housekeeper as all of the color drained from his face. “Tasha.”
They’d been discreet about their relationship, and nobody seemed to know, but now the truth was out there.
“Shit. We need to talk,” Brent called out to her as he slipped his shorts on and stood to follow her into the backyard. Cammy started to cry as she clutched the soft blanket around her body and prayed that everything would be alright. Even if Brent wasn’t her stepfather and her mother’s former husband, he was over ten years older than she was. There was nothing right about this, and she grabbed the cloth and hurried to her room to hide in her bed as she sobbed. They had fallen more for each other once the truth was out between them and she was so happy until she saw the look on the face of the woman that was like a mom to her.
Would she have to move out?
Were they over?
Cammy took a deep breath as she heard the door open but she didn’t look up. “Cam, I talked to her. I explained us.” Brent sat next to her and stroked her hair back. “She’s angry with me, but it’s because she loves you.”
“Are we over?” Cammy heard her voice shaking.
“No. I told her that I loved you and that we’re together. It isn’t going to be easy, but we’ll do this.” Brent lifted her face and kissed her. “I called the office and said that we got some food poisoning from dinner last night.” She’d been working with him for the entire time, and she spent a lot of time behind closed doors while he acted out every office fantasy that she’d ever had. “We didn’t make it to my room to hear the alarm.”
“I’m sorry, Brent.” Cammy’s eyes were full of tears as she looked at him. “I just fell asleep.”
“It’s okay, Cammy. We both did, and now we are real. Now someone knows.” Brent pulled her closer and kissed her hair. “It might be a good idea if we consider letting other people know.”
“What?” Cammy asked as she stared at him. He was looking into her eyes as she stared at him.
It was like a wildfire at the office, and she was relieved when Christine returned to work, and she could just go back to school. The rumors just kept going around about how much older he was than her and how gross it was that he was her stepfather. Cammy went to school the first day and could tell by the looks on her friend’s faces that they knew as well.
“I knew that you were up to something. You were fucking Brent the entire time, weren’t you?” Lisa asked as Cammy walked to her car that afternoon. “He’s gorgeous, but there’s so much wrong with that.”
“I love him, Lisa. I didn’t plan for this, but it happened, and I can’t change that.” Cammy looked at the disgust on her former best friend’s face and felt whatever ties they’d had breaking before her eyes. Chloe wasn’t too much more understanding about things, and Cammy knew that it was just going to be her and Brent from now on. Eventually, she made more friends that accepted the situation and settled into another life.
EPILOGUE
Cammy rested in the hospital bed as she watched her husband pace the room. “Brent, sit down. You’re making me nervous.” She panted with the new contraction as he stared at her and took her hand in his. “Jesus. This hurts.”
They’d been married for two years and decided to have a baby once they’d done some traveling and single couple activities. It was fun trying since they still practiced the same habits in the bedroom in the process. Cammy was thrilled even though there was a part of her that felt guilty for what she was doing. She was even more shocked when she realized that Brent had acted out her fantasies from her journal that he’d read and as she looked back, he’d nailed them all.
Love came in many forms and Brent was one of them. They were happy together, and he took good care of her like she knew her mama would want for her. The other one of their son and daughter that were born a few hours later at midnight screaming their way into the world. She wasn’t working with the pregnancy and Brent was still running his company and doing just fine.
She held Madeline and Brent sat down beside her with Than in his arms as they smiled at each other. “Hi, Daddy.” His eyes darkened as he looked at her for a long moment and then their babies. “You’re their Daddy. They’re going to adore you as much as I do.”
“I love you, Cammy.” Brent kissed her and looked at his daughter. “I’m so happy.”
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bsp; THE END
TAKEN BY DADDY’S BOSS
Reginald
Business was booming and there was nothing else Reginald Covington loved more. At 49 he was tall, in great shape and despite his two failed marriages, he still had more than enough money to last the rest of his life. He glanced down at the laptop on his desk, knowing he needed to find a few more applicants to interview for the assistant position.
He sighed heavily, running a hand over the salt and pepper stubble on his chin. Human resources were never his area of expertise, and he didn’t want to start doing it now. A sly smile lit up his face when he thought of why this had all happened in the first place.
Sheila was a firecracker, and the sex had been great. Sadly, she had wanted more than he was willing to give and when she quit, he wasn’t really surprised. It left him in a lurch temporarily, and left his bed cold. He tapped the screen of the monitor, leaning back slightly as it buzzed to life. He had known better than to even start the affair up, but he had done it anyway. He knew then it was the one and only time he would mix business and pleasure.
He heard the buzz of the intercom.
“Mr. Covington. Mr. Baker is here he needs a word.”
“Send him back Linda.”
He smiled widely as the tall door swung open, and Baker came in. Benjamin Baker had been one of the few loyal employees that Covington Enterprises still had. There from the very beginning he had helped make the place its first million. He stuck his hand out to welcome him in.
“Ben, how was the flight in? I hope it went well.” He arched an eyebrow at him, gesturing at the seat in front of the desk.
“It went well, actually very well.” He tossed a file on the desk. “Twenty-three percent more than your asking price.” Close in age Ben sat a head shorter than his boss, though they shared a camaraderie and respect between them.
Reginald nodded his head as a smile formed on his face. “I knew you were the right man to send.”
Ben tipped the glass Reginald had offered him as he replied. “Thank you boss.”
Reginald made an odd sound. “You’re as much a part of this company as me Ben. Really, thanks.”
Ben finished his drink, and then smiled as they walked towards the doors. Reginald patted his shoulder once more. Running a hand through his hair.
“You ok Covington? You seemed a little put out.”
“Yes, just trying to do the hiring now that Sheila is gone…” He trailed off, and Ben coughed lightly. He gave Reginald a reassuring pat on the back. As he was leaving, he spun to face him once more.
“You know Chelsea just moved back out this way, she may be a good fit.”
“Little Chelsea, I haven’t seen her since she was what 7, 8?” Reginald arched an eyebrow,
Ben laughed lightly. “She is far from little. She is 24 almost 25. Just think about it.” Ben smiled and said his farewells as he made his way down the long hall towards the elevators.
He slid back into his chair and went back to work doing his best to figure out what qualities made for the best assistant. He let his thoughts drift back to Sheila and he smiled once more. He would have to make an effort to check in on her soon. She wasn’t a bad woman; in fact, she was quite pleasant to be around. With her short black hair and striking features she was more than a little fun in the bedroom. She had surprised him in more ways than one with her wanton behavior and hidden talents.
Even now he could feel himself getting aroused thinking of her as she lay before him. He felt his cock throbbing and thought about jerking off on the bathroom. But that’s not what he needed. He wanted something soft, something warm….
Yes, he would have to get in touch with her and see if he could smooth over her broken heart. What she wanted was impossible, but what he could give her had been more than enough for her before. Grabbing his jacket, he made his way down the long hall and into the garage. He knew where she would be and in no time he found himself at her door.
Chelsea
She stood back looking at her reflection once more. Her green eyes were sharp and focused, fringed with dark lashes that enhanced them even more with the paleness of her skin. Her mass of auburn hair was flowing around her shoulders in soft curls and she shifted her focus to her outfit. Scrunching up her nose, she turned ever so slightly to look at the back of the dress, hoping she had managed to put everything where it belonged. The dress actually was flattering to her curvy figure, but she bit her lip as she concentrated on how she felt.
At 24 she had really been sheltered. What experiences she’d had had been limited to some heavy petting and toleration on her part with a few guys who ultimately had no interest in her anyway. Tonight she was going out with her girlfriend, and hopefully once and for all rid herself of her virginity.
Turning once last time she finally gave up. “It’s all I got.” She smoothed down the front, and marched out into the living room of her father’s house. She had been home a week now, and although she had been gone 14 years, it seemed like only yesterday she had played in the front room with Leslie, both having no idea what life had in store for them. It was also in that room when her parents had sat her down and told her they were getting a divorce.
Looking back now it made sense. They were both very different people. In some cases, that was a good thing, but in others it made for drift, and when someone wants to live life and is being held back it can be hard. Even now her mother was off in the Alps somewhere. She had wanted to see the world her entire life and she was finally doing just that. Her father, on the other hand, was content in the family home and working his daily job.
Initially she had gone with her mother, but in time she had grown tired of the loneliness when her mother was gone and gone away to school. It was there that she learned more about who she was and what boys were like. After that she had called her father, who had welcomed her back home. He continually pressed the issue that there was plenty of room for her, but she wanted to get her own place, and to make a name for herself.
Hearing the honk, she made her way outside.
“Bye Dad.” She slid into Leslie’s car and they pulled off just like old times.
“So what's the plan tonight.” Leslie methodically thumped her thumb on the steering wheel.
“I don’t know, I just want to do something crazy and live little. I don’t care just pick a bar or something.”
“You sure you want to give it away this way Chelsea, I mean it's kind of a big deal?”
“No at this point it’s just a thing that makes me different. Yes, I'm more than sure.”
They pulled into a bar, it was a smoke filled waterfront place, full of people who were more than likely regulars. The two of them settled into sets and did a quick glance around the room. The usual blend of people were present, most of which were already drunk. There was one guy in particular, dark haired and staring at Leslie, to which Chelsea nudged her.
“Oh wow its Bill Cooper.” Leslie shifted in her seat, taking a long drink from her beer, blinking rapidly as he approached. He moved with a fluid grace and smiled widely at her.
“Well, well how are you two pretty ladies?”
“Good, good how are you Billy, haven’t seen you lately?”
“Just got back recently, so want to talk a bit.” He held out his hand to her.
She glanced at Chelsea and with a nod she was suddenly off walking with Billy Cooper of all people. Once the town hero and football star he had lost his way and come home, doing his best to pick up the pieces of what he had once been. Chelsea knew Leslie had had a crush on Billy since grade school, and she knew that nothing would keep her from hanging with him now.
Chelsea glanced back around the room again, this time a head catching her eye. He was older, graying just at the temples. The biggest thing was that he was watching her intently. She felt a rush of heat course through her as she discretely looked around to see if there was anyone else nearby. She smiled slightly, looking at him once more.
Who better to help her than someone with a little experience? She moved slowly, feeling his eyes on her as she walked over towards him. She flung her mass of hair behind one shoulder and ordered a drink, doing her best to seem uninterested in him. She could feel his eyes, almost caressing her as they roamed down over her frame and back up. As her drink arrived, she watched him gesture to the bartender once more, without a word.
“The drink has been taken care of miss.” He gave her a smile and was gone once more.
She turned to look at him now, his eyes were a deep blue and he was more man than she had been around in a long time. She smiled at him, taking a drink once more.
“Thank you for the drink.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
She felt heat, then once more. It seemed to rush through her veins as he turned to face her head on. She did the same until they were facing each other, him in the seat and she stands.
“My name is Linda.” She held out her hand, feeling the heat of him as he took it. She felt funny using a fake name, but the last thing she needed was to give out too much information. After all, this was all for the sake of losing her virginity.
“Reg, nice to meet you sweetheart.” He let his hand linger in hers for mere seconds before he let her go.
“Thanks for the drink Reg.” She felt comfortable with him, and her body reacted to his as he moved closer to her.
“SO, Linda…what is a pretty girl like you doing in here?”
“I am just trying to meet new people that is all.” She blinked at him and felt the excitement rush through her as they spoke.
The conversation carried on until the hour was much later. She was comfortable with him and he made her laugh. She glanced at her phone to get the time.