A Valentine for Two

by Lia Davis

  So to sit there and talk about it openly was nice. A nice surprise. Especially since I could feel his eyes boring into mine. And yeah, the erection in his pants had been evident from the moment he met me at the door.

  Which meant the feelings between us were still mutual.

  I knew it was wrong, but a part of me wanted to pursue him again. And from the way he looked at me, it was obvious he wanted the same thing. But it seemed equally as obvious that both of us were too scared to act upon it.

  Or so I'd thought.

  “So you don't regret what happened?” he asked me.

  “Not at all. Do you?”

  “Not at all,” he said, seeming relieved by his admission.

  “I was a consenting adult, Dominic. I made my choice,” I said. “You didn't force it on me. It was my decision to make. And to be honest, I'd do it all over again if given the chance.”

  I held my breath for a moment, my head spinning after my confession, and I watched him carefully. He was sitting, so I couldn't tell if he was still hard, but he adjusted in his seat, as if he needed to situate his boy bits. To me, that was a sign that he was still excited thinking about me, thinking about that night – which only made me bolder.

  “Do you feel the same way, Dominic?” I asked him, giving him my best bedroom eyes as I ran a hand through my hair. “Would you do it all over again if you could? Or would you have kept your clothes on that night?”

  Dominic was quiet. He just sat in his chair, staring at me. He was deep in thought, but judging by the expression on his face, whatever he was thinking was pleasant. And from the way he looked at me with unadulterated lust in his eyes, I knew he was thinking about me.

  “Hell yeah,” he said. “Not to be too blunt, but I'd screw you all over again if I could.”

  My heart raced as I stared into those dreamy eyes of his. All I wanted to do was kiss him, to touch him, to run my hands over that fit physique of his. Thank you CrossFit, for making him even sexier than he had been before. Not that I ever thought that was possible before today.

  “So what's stopping you?” I asked, my voice low.

  Dominic took my question as a challenge, and to prove that he let nothing stop him from getting what he wanted – true Dominic Weston fashion – he stood up from his desk and walked over to me, staring down at me still sitting in the chair. I gave him my best innocent doe-eyed look as he pulled me up from my chair.

  “What would your father say?” he growled, his breath warm on my face as we now stood within inches of each other.

  “Who the fuck cares? We're both adults here.” I stood on my tip toes, practically begging for him to kiss me.

  Dominic grabbed me by the hair and pulled me towards him, pressing my lips to his at long last. Sensations exploded along every nerve ending in my body. He took my breath away with his kiss, but in that moment, nothing else mattered besides his mouth on mine. His tongue parted my lips and he kissed me, harder than he'd kissed me that first time. And it was fucking amazing.

  His hands moved down the back of my head, then down my body until they rested on my ass. Without pulling away from the kiss, he lifted me up, turning and sitting me down on his desk. He pushed my skirt up roughly, his need apparent, his hard cock pressing against me – which only made me wetter.

  My own hands were busy working the buttons of his shirt. I needed to see his body, to touch it. To feel his flesh against mine.

  He must have had the same need because before I knew it, my shirt was being yanked over my head, exposing my black push up bra. His hands cupped each of my breasts, tickling my nipples with his fingers, causing me to shudder against him.

  With his shirt unbuttoned, I pushed it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, exposing his muscular chest. I ran my hands down the length of him until they rested directly above his pants. Slipping my fingers down into the waistband, I taunted him with my touch. He pressed himself into me and I felt his hardness pushing up against my leg.

  He was so long. So thick. And so hard. And he wanted me.

  This wasn't yet another teen dream or fantasy of mine. This was real. As real as it had been all those years ago. Except this time, I wasn't a virgin and I'd learned a few tricks over the years.

  Dominic shoved my skirt up, holding me by the hips as he shoved himself into me. The only thing keeping us apart now were my panties and his pants, and they needed to go. Now.

  The sound of his pants being unzipped was like music to my ears, and I could feel myself growing wetter with every passing moment and every gasp of breath.

  “I need you inside of me,” I muttered, nibbling his ear as he removed his pants. “I need you inside of me right now.”

  Dominic dropped his pants, then his boxers and my hands found his cock almost instantly. He was so long, so large – easily the largest man I'd been with. And my pussy had been dying for him ever since that night so long ago. Nobody I'd ever been with had managed to live up to Dominic Weston. And as I held his stiff prick in my hand, I understood why. But it wasn't just his size – it was the fact that he knew exactly how to use it. And use me in the process.

  Groaning in anticipation, I thrust my body toward him, begging him to close the gap and let us become one once more. Instead of removing my panties though, Dominic merely pushed them aside, as if the act of pulling them all the way off would take too long. But it was a move I was thankful for. It probably was too much work to remove my skirt and thong – would take too much time – and I wanted to feel him inside of me instead. I needed to feel him inside of me.

  The head of his cock pressed against my opening, but he stopped. I moved toward him, begging him, “Please, Dominic – please. I want this. I need this,” I said, biting my lip and trying everything I could think of to get him inside of me.

  “Are you sure, Eve?” he asked, staring down into my eyes. “Because once we do this, there's no going back.”

  “Yes, yes, I'm sure!” I gasped. “Please just fuck me.”

  And that's all I needed to say. Because once I gave him permission and actually demanded it from him, he flew into action. I gritted my teeth and threw my head back as he thrust himself deep inside of my tight pussy, making me latch onto him with both arms and legs. I cried out as he spread me open, the stretching sensation taking just a bit to get used to again as he filled me up. But every inch of him felt so fucking good, I felt like I was in heaven.

  My eyes rolled back in my head. “Jesus Christ.”

  Dominic let out a low grunt as he buried himself deep inside of me. I watched his face, stared him in the eye as he drove his cock deep into of my tight little pussy. I was so wet, so ready for him, and I could see he appreciated the warm recesses of my body as much as I appreciated him being inside of me.

  With my legs wrapped tightly around his body, he continued moving in and out of me, slowly at first, but building up momentum as our bodies adjusted to being together. My nails dug into his flesh with every thrust inside of me, and I was so thankful we had the house to ourselves because my screams could have probably been heard throughout the entire mansion.

  “Dominic, oh God, Dominic,” I cried out.

  I was almost struggling to believe this was real and kept calling out his name, as if it somehow made it so. Years ago, I feared he only fucked me because he was drunk and horny. I feared we'd never be together again. But there we were, his cock working its magic throughout my body and he was completely sober. He wanted me. Needed me. Every bit as much as I wanted and needed him.

  It was my biggest fantasy, come to life. And it was delightful. Amazing. Everything I'd wanted it to be and then some.

  Wave after wave of pleasure hit me hard, making me throw my head back as Dominic sucked on my neck, then my nipples, sending even more electrical spasms throughout my body.

  His breathing was getting ragged, and his groans louder. He called out my name, which sounded so fucking hot coming from those perfect, sexy lips of his.

  “Eve, Yes, yes... E
ve.”

  I'd never get tired of hearing those words and sounds coming from his mouth. I wanted him to feel good, so fucking good that he would want to make sure we did this again. And again. And often too. Because I never wanted this to end, it was too amazing to be real and I'd never felt like this with any man before. Perhaps, it was because I'd never felt for any man the way I felt for Dominic. Whatever the reason, I wanted this to go on and on and on...

  Squeezing my kegal muscles, I grabbed hold of his cock with my pussy, sending spasms throughout my lower regions and causing him to grunt loudly.

  “Fuck, I'm going to cum if you keep that up,” he said.

  “Then cum, baby,” I said.

  “Ladies first.”

  And with that, he drove himself even deeper inside of me, lifting my ass off the desk and pulling me into him. I wasn't expecting that at all. He held me up, grinding me against his body and moving deeper inside of me than I ever thought possible. I held on for dear life, unable to do anything but let him control my every movement. My clit rubbed against his body just right and it drove me over the edge. Before I knew what was happening, before I was ready for it, my body was rocked by an explosion of pleasure. I clung to his body, shuddering against him, helpless and overtaken by orgasm.

  Whimpering softly, I could feel myself tightening up around his dick, this time not on purpose though. And as I did it, it was like I was sucking him dry, just begging him to fill me with his cum. From the look on his face, I knew that's exactly what he was about to do too. Just thinking about his warm seed filling me up from the inside out, of it dripping down my leg, I came again. Bucking against his body and calling his name, it was enough to send him over the edge.

  “Oh God, Eve – I'm – ” But he never finished the sentence. It came out as one long groan of pleasure, and I knew he'd lost control.

  I knew he'd cum inside of me.

  And it felt so fucking good.

  Chapter Seven

  DOMINIC

  “Well that wasn't what I had planned for your first day at work,” I said, staring sheepishly down at her.

  I could feel my cock growing soft and slipping out of her, but part of me just wanted to stay like that – connected – for a bit longer. There was a look on her face, one of pure bliss, as she held onto me was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen.

  “Wasn't what I'd imagined for my first day either,” she said, “but I'm not complaining.”

  I kissed the tip of her nose. This was Evie. My best friend's daughter. Not only had I screwed up once and fucked her years ago, I'd gone and done it again. And the really fucked up thing about it was that I couldn't promise I wouldn't do it again. And again. And again. She was just so damn sexy and there was something about her drove me absolutely crazy. It might be easy to chalk it up to me being a middle aged man and her being a youthful innocent. But it went well beyond that. That was too simplistic of an explanation and didn't really explain anything, really.

  But it would seem that the feeling was mutual.

  “One thing, and I'm sorry I even have to ask but,” I started, “are you on birth control?”

  She laughed, and the thought terrified me. Because if she got pregnant, that would be a hot mess. Not to mention the fact that I wasn't interested in having more children. My two were practically grown and out of the house. A baby was the last thing I needed. Or wanted.

  “Of course, silly,” she said, slapping me playfully. “You think I'd go and do something like that without being on birth control? I sure as hell don't want a baby.”

  The relief was palpable. I smiled, feeling myself relax a bit more. She was right about us both being adults. We were. And she wasn't a dumb girl – she had a good head on her shoulders. Wise beyond her years.

  Maybe this could work out.

  As my now deflated cock slipped completely out of her, I reached for my pants and slid them back up around my waist. As soon as I was covered, I helped her down from the desk, kissing her as I did so.

  “So what does this mean?” she asked. “You know, about the job?”

  “Oh God, you think because we – that I'd fire you or something?” I asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Hell no, you still have the job.”

  She looked relieved, but it wasn't her only question. I could see that in her eyes.

  “And about us – will this make things super awkward?” she asked, wincing at the words as she spoke them.

  “I hope not. I'll try to make sure it doesn't,” I said.

  “Me too.”

  She put her shirt back on, and I finished getting dressed as well. With that out of the way, I might actually be able to focus on work. Maybe. If I could stop thinking about how good it felt to be with her again, that was.

  “You know, Dominic,” she said. “We have nothing to feel guilty about.”

  “I know,” I said. “I don't feel guilty. Or at least, not as guilty as I used to.”

  “Good. Because no matter what happened in our past – that's all in the past now,” she said. “And whatever happens from here on out – we're both adults, so it doesn't matter. And it's nobody's business but ours. My dad doesn't have to know about anything. I won't tell him if you won't.”

  “God, I wouldn't tell him,” I said with a chuckle. “No way in hell would I be that stupid.”

  We stared at each other from across the room, and we shared a smile. A smile of two people who had a mutual understanding, perhaps even an arrangement worked out. Because from the sounds of it, Eve was okay with this happening again.

  And hell, so was I.

  “So are we saying this could happen again?” I asked, just to be sure.

  Eve smiled a knowing smile and tilted her head as she looked up at me. She walked over, without answering, and kissed me.

  “I sure hope so,” she said.

  “Good. So was I.”

  Chapter Eight

  EVE

  My first day of work didn't go exactly as planned, but I wasn't complaining. The rest of the day, while Lupita was around, we focused on actual work. We kept our conversations limited to the job, what my duties were, and we never once gave away our little secret.

  While I was excited to be learning from Dominic, I was even more excited about our little arrangement. The fact that not only was I working for a man I idolized, but was also sleeping with him – it was a dream come true for me. After all, I was a young, independent woman and my career came first. But who said I couldn't have a little fun on the side as well? After all, all work and no play makes Eve a dull girl, right?

  When I got home that night, both my parents were nearly on the edge of their seats, eager to ask me about my day.

  “So how did it go?” my dad asked, sitting at the dining room table in his bath robe, reading Forbes magazine while my mom played on her iPad.

  My mom looked up at me, and smiled brightly. “My little girl's first day of work,” she said, pretending to be sniffling for dramatic effect. “I remember your first day of school like it was yesterday. And now you're all grown up.”

  I tried not to roll my eyes – that didn't seem like the most grown up thing to do. Even when my mom truly deserved it.

  Instead, I joined them at the table, but not before I grabbed a cup of coffee. Like my dad, I could drink coffee all day, every day, no matter how late it was. It kept me going all hours of the day and night when I'd been in college, and now it was a habit I just couldn't break.

  “It went well,” I said. “I learned a lot.”

  I tried not to blush when I said that, knowing I'd learned a lot more than either of them could imagine. On the inside, I was smiling and even laughing a bit, having a secret of my very own. Such a dirty, naughty little secret at that.

  “And?” my dad said. “That's it? That's all you're going to tell us? What did you do, what did you learn, what's the first order of business you two worked on? We need details here, pumpkin.”

  First order of business? Besides fu
cking like teenagers on Dominic's desk? Again?

  “Well, he showed me where I'd be working,” I said. “We took a trip down to corporate headquarters and he introduced me to some of the folks over there. It was really a bit boring, honestly – ”

  “Boring, my ass,” he said, taking a sip from his coffee mug. Like father, like daughter. “I can see it in your eyes. You loved every minute of it.”

  I shrugged, hiding my smile. “Dominic was very good to me,” I said. “I think it's a great opportunity.”

  “Good, honey,” my mom said, reaching over to stroke my hand. “And while you were at the office, did you meet anyone – interesting?”

  “Interesting?”

  “Yeah, as in some men you might be interested in – ”

  My dad stopped her before I did. “She's not there to meet men, she's there to work. She needs to keep her job and her love life separate in order to succeed. Ain't that right, Eve?”

  I nearly choked on my coffee. “Yes, absolutely.”

  “If she wants to be taken seriously in this industry, she needs to work at it.” My dad continued to scold my mom – at which point, I tuned out.

  I almost felt bad for her. My mother and I were very different. I was very much like my father and almost nothing like her. While she was happy to be a stay-at-home wife to a wealthy businessman, I wanted to be the wealthy businesswoman in charge. Which was why my arrangement with Dominic was perfect. I could meet my sexual needs without getting entangled in a relationship. That was the last thing I wanted or needed right now. I had a goddamn empire to build.

  “It's been a long day,” I said with a fake yawn. “I think I'm going to head up to bed and read before I fall asleep. Have to be up early again tomorrow.”

  “Good girl,” dad said.

  Little did he know, I had no intention of going upstairs to read. Just thinking about everything that happened – and the naughty adventures that may still happen – had me incredibly turned on. Lying to my parents and keeping such a dirty little secret made it even more intense.