Daddy's Boss: A Billionaire Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Lila Younger

  Frustrated, I finally give up and head back to where I said I’d meet up with the driver. At least I found a few things for me, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time. Maybe I could come back tomorrow.

  Luckily, the rest of the day unfolds like a dream come true. We head to Universal Studios, just like Lachlan promised. A little part of me wishes that I could have dressed up as Hermione for the day, but even that might be a bit too much for Lachlan. But he was a good sport about all of it, from going into Ollivanders (where I got to pick my own wand!!!!), to having dinner at the Three Broomsticks, just like I always wanted. He went on a few of the rides just for me, which, from his white knuckles, is a pretty big deal. And Lachlan even wrote me a card to send through the OwlPost, something to remember the trip by when I return home. The only thing he wouldn’t do was try on a wizarding robe himself, but that’s his loss entirely.

  When I asked him if it changed his opinion of me to know that I was such a huge fan on the drive home, he shook his head.

  “I don’t care what sort of hobby you have Jenna as long as it makes you happy. I might not understand it, but it doesn’t change who you are to me,” he says.

  Those words fill my heart to bursting. Can there be any man more thoughtful, more wonderful than Lachlan? I mean, I know I’m a book nerd, and I willingly own it. But I know that there are guys who would make fun of me for it, put me down because they don’t understand and think it’s childish. But the way Lachlan explains it shows that he’s so much more mature than that and I wear the biggest smile, all the way back to the hotel room. By then I was more than ready to shower him with my appreciation for such a perfect day.

  Lachlan’s arranged for us to stay at the Sheraton Grand, a super modern high-rise hotel in the heart of L.A. I feel like a movie star as we step out of the car and enter the building. The shimmering lobby is full of contemporary metal sculptures, and everywhere I look, I see beautiful people lounging around. I’m a little intimidated by it all, but Lachlan takes my hand, and suddenly I feel right at home. We head straight to the elevators, and unfortunately, we have to share with a family of five, otherwise I would have my lips locked to Lachlan’s already.

  We exit on the tenth floor, and Lachlan pulls out a key. I press myself onto his back, my hands reaching towards the front of his jeans.

  “What’s taking so long?” I ask, my hands tracing the outline of his thick cock.

  “I think I demagnetized the card,” he says. “I might have to go downstairs and get another one.”

  “Oh,” I say, disappointed. “I guess I’ll wait here?”

  Lachlan heads back towards the elevators, and I pull out a chocolate frog to eat in the meantime. It doesn’t take long to get a new card, and this time, the card beeps right away. Lachlan opens the door, but I’m distracted by a flash out of the corner of my eye. I turn, but there’s nothing there. At least, I think there’s nothing. How strange. I thought I noticed something this morning too at the airport, but that can’t be. Maybe I need to get my eyes checked. Before I can dwell too much on the matter, Lachlan pulls me inside. Our clothes come off in a flurry, our kisses messy and rough. I want him so badly, my nipples hard as diamonds, my pussy dripping wet and hot. His hands palm my breasts, sending flashes of desire through me.

  I’m trembling, melting against him, and I barely see the view outside our hotel window as we collapse together onto the bed. His tongue brushes against my lips, and I open myself to him. My nipples are taut and ready, and when he touches them, I sigh with relief. His hands are everywhere, all at once. His body is heavy on top of me, our bare skin touching all over, his erection grinding against my leg. I’m melting, unraveling, letting go of everything except for him. I love this feeling, this feeling that I only get when I’m with Lachlan. He kisses me again, and then down over my chest, across my nipples, around and under, before trailing licks over my bellybutton. He’s making me wet and slick, and I open my legs just like I’ve been taught.

  “I’ll never get tired of looking at your perfect pussy,” he says, kissing my thigh.

  He blows gently on my open pussy, the fleshy lips quivering as I try not to lift my hips to his mouth already. He opens me up gently with a finger, exposing my clit. I’ve never let anyone do this to me, and even now, the experience feels so new. I’m sort of bashful about it still but it’s so good that I know better now than to try to stop Lachlan. His tongue skates over the swollen nub, tasting my delicate folds. I open up my legs, spreading them wide to let him in.

  He probes deeper, licking more and more. I can feel my nectar gushing towards him, cover his face. I move on the bed, unable to stop myself from pushing closer to his hot tongue. He eats me out, his fingers pushing in, scissoring me, trying to open my tight channel for his cock later. I buck into his face, coating his face in glistening honey, but Lachlan never pauses. He just goes deeper, the lower half of him grinding into my cleft, sucking hard on my clit, kissing my tight pink cunt, untouched by anyone except for him. He traces circles around my clit, pulses of pleasure radiating from that one aching spot. I can feel my orgasm winding up, I’m wavering on the brink, and then he roots his tongue deep inside of me, and I can’t help it, I come. My back rises clean off the mattress, my eyes squeezing shut as I cry “Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!” over and over again.

  When I open my eyes, still dazed from everything, Lachlan’s poised above me, his thick cock resting against my dripping wet slit.

  “Come on,” I say, grinding up my hip against him playfully. “You’re not going to make me wait all night are you?”

  “Just admiring my handiwork,” he says with a playful smirk.

  He angles his hip, and pushes inside me.

  “Ohhh,” I moan gratefully as he enters deep in my pussy, my plush walls swelling up tight around his shaft. I tighten my muscles, gripping his cock inside of me, wrapping my legs around him to draw him in. Lachlan slides out and into my sopping cunt, driving himself into me. I’m fully stretched, at the very limits of what I can take as he bottoms out. His cock gets impossibly harder inside of me. It feels amazing, this pleasure that rushes to the ends of my fingers and toes with every thrust. My pussy in unbelievably tight, making it hard to go too fast. I want to keep him burrowed deep inside of me forever. I can see it written on his face too, how good it is for us to be together like this, our bodies connected together into one. He fucks me faster, his rhythmic pace frenzied and harsh, slamming into me, almost forcing the air out of me.

  “I’m going to come,” I cry out.

  “Jenna!”

  And then I hear him groan, his muscles tightening, his cock driving deep into my swollen pussy for the last time, hitting my core. I gasp as my orgasm hits, love and pleasure intertwining through my body. I can feel Lachlan’s release, his cock shooting his milky seed into my womb, filling me up. I’m so glad I got birth control, because having his cum splash my walls, claiming me, marking me, feels so crazy good. He pumps into me one last time, my pussy squeezing out every last drop, his hips pushing himself deeper into me than ever before.

  “I love you,” he said, after we’ve collapsed together onto the bed.

  “I love you too,” I say, turning my head towards him. “I wish every day could be like today.”

  I don’t mean the trip to Universal Studios at all, but rather the way we could be with each other out in the open. Unafraid. He looks at me, understanding completely.

  “I know,” he says softly. “But how can we make that happen?”

  He’s right of course, but that doesn’t stop me from wishing he’d say the opposite. He pulls me closer to him and kisses me. His hands caress my breast, and I let him roll on top of me. At least we have the rest of the weekend together before we go back to reality.

  At least, I thought we did.

  Jenna

  I’m woken up the next morning with kisses all along my spine, dipping down the curve of my back and over my ass. I open my eyes and turn towards Lachlan.

  “Good morning,�
� he says huskily. “I couldn’t help myself. You looked so perfect sleeping there.”

  I shift and roll onto my back, revealing my creamy orbs to him, my nipples pointing proudly towards the ceiling. He kisses my hip slowly, tongue hot on my skin as he moves lower.

  “Well, it’s one of the nicer ways to be woken up,” I murmur as I close my eyes, letting the feeling of his kisses sink into me. I can feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against my leg, promising me a very, very nice wakeup call indeed. His hand pushes my legs apart, opening my pink pussy up to him, and I suck in a breath as his lips meet my folds.

  “God that feels so good,” I mumble softly, my hand working through his hair.

  Just then my ringtone goes off, and my eyes snap open.

  “Forget about it,” he orders, his tongue flicking into me.

  I feel his fingers push back my swelling lips, exposing my tight little clit into the cold air. He blows softly, and I gasp with pleasure, and then his tongue slowly circles the nub, coaxing it until it’s hard as a pearl in his mouth. I’m wet now, so wet, soaking the mattress with my honey as I buck up into him.

  And then my phone goes off again, even more urgently this time and I open my eyes. I can’t help it. Even though I know Lachlan’s just given me a direct order, I have to check. Almost everyone I know messages me instead, which means it’s my parents. And they wouldn’t be calling back to back unless it’s important. I reach across to the bedside table, fumbling for my phone.

  “Hello?” I answer.

  “Jenna, have you seen the news?”

  It’s my mom, and I’m momentarily confused by what she’s telling me. Lachlan’s punishing me, his fingers pushing inside of me as he sucks on my clit. I can’t think straight.

  “Forget about the news. Are you with that sonovabitch right now Jenna?” It’s my dad, snarling mad. He must have picked up the phone in their bedroom.

  “What are you talking about?!”

  “I said, are you with that son of a bitch Lachlan!” His words are gritted and he practically spits out his name.

  A chill runs down my back, I sit up straight, out of Lachlan’s reach. He frowns at me, but then he sees the look on my face.

  “Dad, what’s going on?” I ask stalling. “We’re still in Riverton if that’s what you mean. The flight is this afternoon, remember?”

  “Dear-” my mom tries to say before getting cut off.

  “Don’t dear me. It’s all over the news, the internet, all of it,” my dad roars. “Beth sent me the article. I can’t believe the nerve of that man, taking advantage of my little girl like that.”

  “How could this have happened?” my mom asks, and there’s so much sadness in her voice that my stomach turns in knots.

  “We should sue. Honey, I need you to call up the Tucker’s. Didn’t Gill say that his brother’s a lawyer or something?”

  I don’t understand what’s happening. I turn away from Lachlan, pulling the covers up around me. He must have overhead my dad’s yelling because he’s on his phone too, rapidly scrolling through. I want to say something to him but I don’t say anything, because the last thing I need is for mom and dad to know we were in bed together.

  “Mom! Dad! Just stop it okay? You shouldn’t believe everything you read on the internet!”

  “So you’re telling me you’re not sleeping with the man?” my dad says gruffly.

  I swallow hard. My hesitation is enough to confirm the truth to my dad, and he goes off again, ranting about sexual harassment and all sorts of terrible things about Lachlan. I hear my mom sniffling in the background, and I feel a million times worse. Even though I knew at the back of my mind that what we were doing was wrong, it was so easy to push that thought away in the moment. Being with Lachlan just felt so good.

  “You’re coming home right now,” my dad finally finishes. “I won’t allow you to stay near that, that predator. Not for a single minute longer. I want you to call me from the airport, and it better be in the next hour, or I’m going down there myself, you hear me?”

  My dad clicks off. My shoulders slump, and I’m completely drained. Who told my dad? Not who, what. I remind myself. He said something about the internet. I open up my phone and pull up Google, then type in our names. The San Francisco Chronicle has an article, and I click it. ‘LOCAL CEO CAUGHT PANTS DOWN WITH INTERN’ screams the title, along with a picture of Lachlan and I checking into our motel. It’s definitely from yesterday. I guess that means that flash I saw was real after all. But who would want to hurt Lachlan and I like this? I can’t imagine a soul. I close the tab, not wanting to read the words.

  Lachlan’s pacing in the bathroom. He’s probably on the phone with the company’s PR agency, and he holds up a finger when he sees me at the door. I turn around and walk back through the room, gathering up my clothes. I slip into my dress from last night, and begin packing up my suitcase.

  I hear him end the call and come into the room. His jaw is set, and there’s a stony look in his eye that I’ve never seen before. My heart beats faster, because even though he looks angry at me, he’s still sexy as hell.

  “I’m sorry,” I say in a small voice.

  “You don’t have to be sorry,” he replies woodenly.

  We stand in awful silence.

  “My dad says I have to go home,” I mumble, gesturing at my bags.

  “Good idea. We should head back. There’s a lot I need to do anyways. And it’s probably better for us to get out of here before the reporters descend,” Lachlan says.

  “Will there be? I mean, I didn’t think this was such a big deal,” I say, confused.

  “Of course. It’s a scandal involving a Buchanan.”

  I close my eyes. Somehow I’ve forgotten that Lachlan comes from one of oldest families in California. His father’s a senator. Could that be why he’s so upset? Because everything’s blowing up in his face now?

  I watch him start to pack, and he doesn’t look at me once. I go over to him, put my hand on his shoulder, and finally he turns.

  “What is it?” he says.

  “Please talk to me,” I say quietly. “We’re still okay, aren’t we?”

  “What are you talking about? Jenna, you’ve read what they’re saying haven’t you? What we had between us, it disappeared as soon as that reporter broke the news about it. I think you know that too.”

  I stare at him open mouthed. I search his eyes, hoping for an answer that’s not there.

  “You don’t mean that,” I say at last. “You don’t want that, do you? Because I don’t.”

  Finally his eyes soften, and he sits me down with him. He holds my hand, his thumb gently stroking my skin.

  “Jenna. It doesn’t matter what we want. The truth is, I’m a decade older. We’re at different points in our lives. You’re supposed to be going out, having fun, and meeting guys your age. And believe me, you don’t want to have to go through the media firestorm that’s going to happen. I have no idea if the company will even survive. Let’s not try to make things even more difficult. It’ll be better for you if we’re apart. If we’re not together, maybe there’s a chance this will all blow over.”

  My throat’s all clogged up, but I manage to nod. Lachlan is right. All I’ve been doing is focused on myself, but there’s so much more at stake. Lachlan’s got his company to think of, at least 1000 employees who are depending on him. I can’t even imagine that kind of stress. I can understand why he’s panicking, why he’s saying that we’ve got to cool things down. I’m sure that once everything’s settled down, he’d feel differently. I mean, yesterday was perfect, more than perfect. The way we talked, all the things we did… surely I was more than just some office affair?

  “Okay. I know it’s really stressful right now,” I say finally. “Let’s just talk about it later okay?”

  “Sure thing Jenna,” he says, but there’s a note of defeat that I’ve never heard in his voice before.

  I nod a few times, more to convince myself than anything, and
stand back up. I still have to grab my shampoo and makeup in the bathroom. I have to believe in Lachlan and I. Right now tensions are high, but I’m sure that once he realizes that things aren’t as bad as he thinks they are, we’ll be able to work things out.

  So why does my chest hurt so badly?

  ********

  We manage to get an earlier flight, and my parents tell me that they’re meeting me at the airport. I tell Lachlan, hoping that maybe he’ll say that we can face them together, but he just nods and veers toward one of the airport’s bars. I guess he’s just going to wait it out until we’re gone. My heart cracks even more, and the walk towards baggage claim is the longest I’ve ever done.

  My parent’s faces are no better when I see them. My mom is upset, I can tell, because her eyes are all red, and my dad refuses to even look at me. I can tell that he’s trying not to yell at me in public, and I’m relieved that I wouldn’t have to endure that at least. We troop towards the parking lot, three of the most miserable people in the world. As soon as we all get in the car, mom and dad in the front and me in the back, my dad speaks.

  “You’re staying with us,” he declares with grim authority as he starts the car. “No more of this living on your own business.”

  “Wait, what?” I yell as he starts the car. “You can’t just decide that.”

  “Sure we can. We pay the rent on your apartment, so I think we get to say who gets to live in it or not. I was worried about you when you said you wanted to live on your own, and you’ve just proved it to me.”