B.I.L.F.: A Brother In Law Romance

by Dark Angel

  Okay, I see the look you’re giving me.

  We established already, yes, I have it bad, damn it!

  And after that I would take her over the desk and she’d be purring, crying out for more of my attention. Man, I never have fantasies like this. Again, I know I'm definitely hooked on this woman. Elena’s got me all wound up in knots for her, and I know that’s fucking everything I could want in a woman. When I thought I wanted to settle down, I must have been right, because Elena is everything that could take me off the market forever. I know she’s got one shitty marriage heading into her past, but damn I want to be her future. I want to offer her a better future.

  As I turn my squad car in the direction of her office, I actually get nervous. Whoa. That’s never happened to me. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m cocky. I had my cock in some waitress’s mouth when we met, after all, and I cared nothing about that whole situation. That was a regular end of day ritual for me. Or beginning. Or middle. I would fit in something random and meaningless whenever I wanted. Women throw themselves at me.

  So now my pulse is racing and I feel a little twinge in my stomach. I am actually confused with myself for a moment.

  But I have to think about this. What am I going to say to her? Where will this thing begin? As I think about her, there's just one thing I don't understand… How did she, this perfect goddess, end up with a dirt bag like my brother, Barry? That'll never make sense to me. She’s way too good for him, and I’m so glad they're getting a divorce.

  I head toward her office and realize I'm being unprofessional by mixing business with pleasure, but I really don't care. For one thing, Elena makes me want to break all the rules—my rules on work, my rules on love, everything. And if I can have her then I really wouldn't care what the rest of my life looks like. I only need her. I hope she sees it that way and doesn't view me as some jerk working on her case when I start hitting on her. I hope she desires me in return and knows my motivations are true. I want to have her and catch the perp who’s ruining her life.

  I also have another intention. I need to ask her some more questions about that bad date that she had. Dario… somebody. Just thinking of her dating another guy makes me fume. I feel so possessive of her already. She's mine and no other guy better lay a finger on her or even think to date her. That guy, Dari-something, sounds like a total loser, and I swear to God if he's the stalker, then he's going down. I will never let up on him even if he gets out of prison. Darius.

  12

  Leo

  As I arrive at Elena’s office I make way up the metal staircase to where she works. They let me in, and I can tell I've startled her by showing up. Damn, she looks better than she did when I saw her last. Her eyes are highlighted with the perfect amount of makeup and her smile charms me. She’s wearing red lipstick, and I imagine it making a circle around my dick as she sucks on my rock-hard cock. I wish my fantasy would come true today, but it'll have to wait. Even though I want to pull up that little skirt she's wearing and just fuck her over the desk, I refrain and try to keep things professional. She probably knows why I'm here, though. She probably guesses that I have an ulterior motive.

  "Hi, I know you said you're okay, but I had to see for myself."

  She looks pleasantly surprised to see me.

  "Oh . . . thanks. I’m glad you came by. It actually makes me feel better to have you here."

  She gestures for me to take a seat, and I do. I'm taking in her beautiful body and watching her every move. She looks so good, and it’s throwing me off my game.

  I clear my throat and try to act competent. “I do have a few more questions for you. Is that alright? That's the reason I stopped by.”

  "Okay, sure. I'm actually on my way to lunch. Do you want to join me, and we can talk there?

  "Sure thing." The idea of being around her more excites my cock, and I feel my erection rubbing against my pants. Hopefully she doesn't notice, but I couldn’t care less if she does. She has to know how bad I want her at some point.

  We head out to lunch, and I follow her and eye her ass the entire way out of her office. This lunch is going to be great. I might not be able to contain myself, and I'll have to let my intentions be known. I might just have to fuck her there in the restaurant.

  She leads me down the street to a place she knows and as we walk she tells me something that makes me furious.

  "Leo," she says, a slight tremble to her voice. "Someone’s been calling me…harassing calls. I don't know who they're from. It comes up as a private number."

  "What?” She’s gotta be kidding me, right? More harassment? Fuck. I’ll have to get my guys on this right away. “Elena, I’m going to catch the person who’s doing all this and stop them. Do you understand me?”

  She looks at me with those soulful eyes and says she understands.

  “I’m glad you told me. I’m going to do whatever it takes to protect you.”

  She looks at me almost as though she's gonna cry. "I'm so glad you're here to lean on, Leo.” She sucks in a breath and smiles. “I've felt so alone and scared."

  This crushes my soul. I’m glad she knows she can rely on me, but the fact that she’s scared weighs so heavily on my shoulders. Like it’s my fault. Like I should be protecting her more. Yeah, I know I’m losing my mind over here. But I just can’t let anything happen to Elena.

  "It's okay.” I want to quiet her fears. I wish could just tell her how much I desire her and my true feelings about how I already know that I will never let her go.

  I try to comfort her by placing my arm around her shoulder and wrapping her in a hug. Her slender frame leans into me, and it feels so good. "I’m gonna catch this guy, I promise."

  "I trust you, Leo. I trust you to handle this."

  The way Elena looks at me, well, I feel like a lion wanting to protect and also to shred apart anyone who comes near her. No one goes near her.

  "Let’s head into this lunch and we can talk about this more.”

  “Okay.” She follows me in. I wish I could take her hand and lead the way, but I don’t.

  We go into the restaurant, and it's pretty nice and upscale. I pull her chair out for her like the gentleman I am, and a peek of black lace catches my attention. The frilly lace of her bra hugs her ample breasts, and my dick swells. I imagine squeezing her tits around my hard cock and what that would look like. This is going to be a fascinating lunch.

  “So, you come here often?” I make a joke like it’s our first date. I wish it was and I guess it sort of is, in my mind anyway. I’m trying to break the ice so we can focus on more than just the criminal who’s stalking her. I can tell I’ve already made her more comfortable.

  “Actually,” she laughs, “I come here a lot. It’s only a minute from work.”

  “You gotta get out more,” I smile. In my mind, I’m searching for a way to know more about her dating life, but also to help get this case off the ground. “So, have you been dating much, or is it just this Dario guy?” I get his name wrong on purpose every time.

  “No, he’s been the only one. I’m afraid I’m a little rusty.”

  “Rusty? There’s nothing rusty about you. Trust me.” I flash my million-dollar smile, hoping to reel her in.

  She looks back at me with an inquisitive expression. “How would you know, Leo? You barely even know me.” She grins like she’s egging me on.

  “I know enough. I used to be your brother-in-law, remember?” I emphasize used to be, and I know that she noticed. “It’s good to hear that you’re not dating.”

  “Why is that?”

  “To keep you safe, of course.” We’re flirting now and my cock is so hard under the table. I realize I’m going to have to have her sooner than I anticipated. One look at that lingerie and I was a goner. I wonder if she knows what she’s in for?

  13

  Elena

  Leo and I are in one of my favorite upscale restaurants down the street from my work. We’ve had the nicest lunch even though Leo has me fe
eling hot and heavy; it’s probably time to take my leave.

  Staring at him from across the table, I idly imagine where this thing could go. He’s so fucking hot. I never expected to meet a guy like him, much less in the middle of all my stalking troubles. He has come to my aid in so many ways already, and I’m stoked to get to know him on a deeper level.

  “So, you need to keep me informed just in case there are any more phone calls, okay? I’m going to have my guys tap your phones so that we can find out who is harassing you, so expect them to come over.”

  “Alright, Leo, thank you so much.” He’s giving me the final rundown on how to protect myself while he’s not with me.

  I wonder if Leo is the kind of guy that you fuck or the kind of guy that you marry? I mean, I know there are men out there who are only looking for one thing… sex. There are players, and Leo seems like he might be one. I’m not sure. I know he’s taken a protective stance over me, but I’m not sure how he feels. I’m not into having a quickie. But with Leo, I could make one single exception. He makes me want to bend all my rules. He brings out this feisty side of me that I never knew was there.

  He also quiets the part of me that says you had one totally fucked up marriage and now you want to bang the brother-in-law cop who’s trying to protect you. You know, the little voice in my head that’s spelling out S-L-U-T, but I can’t hear that voice over my thoughts about how the muscles in Leo’s arms moves; it’s so sexy. Or how when Leo smiles or looks at me…

  Yeah, I’m a little too distracted by how badly I want him.

  I’m sure he’s not the kind of guy who’s just in it for his own reasons, at least not with me I hope. I imagine him wanting to make me come and actually enjoying that. It’s not like any other guy has cared about my orgasm. Usually it’s just wham, bam, and it’s over. Maybe a little foreplay is tossed in, but it’s nothing that makes me want to reach my ultimate climax. Leo makes me want to touch myself just looking at him. And with him so close, I kinda want him to touch my instead. If the idea of him is so hot, I wonder how hot the sex with him will be. He’s hot enough to make me forget my own name when he makes me come… I let that thought linger.

  Looking across the table at him, I wonder these things, trying to act nonchalant. I don’t want him to know that I’ve already had him on my mind. I don’t want to give away too much just yet. But it’s really hard to just sit here and not touch him or let my feelings be known, when I’m imagining his hands all over my body. He’s all I’ve been able to think about.

  He stares at me like he already knows what I’m thinking. There’s the beginning of a connection here, where no words need to be spoken and we both just feel it. I hope it can be deeper than just lust, because I’m starting to care for him, and I feel so safe with him, like I can be myself. But it’s just the beginning, and who knows if what I feel is reciprocated or not?

  “So, you know how to check your windows at night, right? And you probably won’t want to be in the garage after dark.” He’s still drilling me.

  “Okay—” I stare at him and tighten my legs because I’m getting so wet. I know, I’m terrible. I want to be safe, and I’m listening. But Leo makes me feel safe…and so aroused. So I figure, why not let the sexy detective take care of my safety and my arousal?

  It feels like we have sexual chemistry, but I want more than that from him, I realize. I want him to hold me in his strong arms and to tell me that everything is going to be all right and that he will be there anytime I need him. I need him to know how I’ve been dreaming of him, but it’s still too early. I can’t reveal my feelings just yet…and I know I shouldn’t act on them. I thought I could have a safe life with Barry. In a totally different way, but I just don’t know that I should be jumping into anything.

  Still, I want to spread my legs and beg Leo to touch me right now. That’s how horny he makes me. No one has ever turned me on so much!

  My body is about to explode. Honestly, I can barely eat or sleep since I met him. He’s all I ever think about. It would be so embarrassing if after having these feelings that he thought I was just a piece of ass. I’m not a one-time fling. I desire him so much, but my body is arguing with my mind at this point, saying, no, you don’t even know this guy.

  Leo eyes me cautiously. There’s always a certain sense of authority there that turns me on. It’s not like Barry, who was just a child about wanting to control me. Plus, Barry never touched me…why did I ever marry him? There was no abiding love that made us not being physically intimate okay. There was just…nothing good there.

  Anyway, back to Leo. I don’t want to waste anymore time thinking about my crappy ex-husband. Especially since it makes me think about how Leo is my brother-in-law in that situation. But Leo’s hard to resist. He’s sincere and yet domineering in a sexy kind of way. He’s possessive over me already, and I can tell that he really wants to protect me. That gets me hot because it means he’s passionate but not controlling. I can still live my life and be independent, but give him authority over my body in a way that he would respect. I know he respects me. I wonder if I could trust him. Trust him to touch me and give me every drop of pleasure my body thirsts for.

  My thoughts have been wandering now for so long, and I really need to make my exit. Leo’s acting like he doesn’t want to end our lunch date, but I’ve gotta go back to work. Plus, he’s making me so nervous. I can’t tell what he wants from me. He’s zeroed in on my eyes and has been throughout lunch. I love the attention, but I’m really hot for him and we’re at a restaurant, so it’s super awkward.

  “You know,” I say, “this has been really great. Just great. But I guess it’s time for me to head out.”

  “You’ve got work to do?” he asks, but that sexy smile on his face, that look in his eyes, tells me that he’s saying one thing and means entirely another. He knows I don’t want to leave, but I can’t exactly give myself permission to do the thing that’s on both our minds.

  “Yeah, I should probably head back to work. I have a lot to catch up on,” I say, swallowing and eyeballing the massive erection tenting his pants.

  “Really?” His eyes are questioning. “You’re just gonna take off, huh?” His eyes narrow, and he cocks his head to the side with a grin.

  “Um . . . yeah.” I gulp. “It’s been real, Leo, thanks for lunch.” I wink at him as I leave. I just stiffed him with the bill, but I think it’s funny and I’m sure it doesn’t cost much; I just wanna see how he reacts. I have this incorrigible need to tease him, to test him. It’s because I can’t muster up the courage to run off to some hotel or something with him and get what I really want. I could take a longer lunch break if I wanted to. I’m just too nervous to act on the lust searing my bloodstream right now.

  I saunter away and don’t even look back. I can feel his shocked reaction. That’ll leave him wondering about me, I hope. As I head off, I pop into the powder room to freshen up my appearance. I love to apply new lipstick and pop a mint in after I eat.

  The powder room is gorgeous. This restaurant is artsy, and they’ve included that element in here. There’s a big mural painted on the wall, and lots of other nice art that sets the air perfectly. There’s a spacious ottoman so I sit and check my phone before I head out.

  As I scroll through my texts and email, the door is shoved open and guess who walks right in?

  “Leo!? God, what are you doing in here? Did I forget something? You could’ve just waited for me. You shouldn’t be in here. Hey, how’d you know I was in here?” I ramble incessantly. And then I consider, thinking aloud, “Are you mad at me about the check? I was just playing. Please don’t be mad.” Maybe I took that joke too far. My face heats up at the sight of him, as he closes the door and slides the lock into place.

  “That’s not why I’m here.” He laughs, closing the distance between us. “I know you were pushing me for a reaction, and I wanted to give it to you.”

  I look up into his eyes and imagine what his strong chest must feel like. This is m
y reflex to Leo all the time, and it’s crazy. He just makes me want to think about sex. Maybe because it’s been so long since I’ve had sex. That must be what this is. I’m probably all pent up with sexual energy.

  “Well, give it to me. What have you got for my little joke?”

  He steps toward me and takes my face in his hands, kissing me. My fantasy is coming true. The thing I’ve wanted most in the world is happening, and I’m so happy and thrilled that I kiss him right back.

  “Well, I’m honored you found the time to tell me that, thanks,” I say, breathlessly.

  He brushes his lips upon mine, then says, “I’m not done. I want to take you right here in this restaurant.”

  To my total shock and consternation, I think he’s serious.

  “Um, in a public place? You’re a cop? Ring any bells? That would be illegal.” I think I’ve talked some sense into him and I turn to get my purse, but he’s still standing there, blocking the door.

  “Leo, we can’t! You can’t be serious.”

  “I am serious. I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you. You’re all I can think about, Elena. And it’s time to make you all mine. Happily, you’re not taken. I think you’ve fallen back into my life for a reason, and I know you also feel it.”

  Oh my God, he feels it too. Fuck. What am I supposed to do? I gaze into his eyes and realize this might be happening. At least he’s definitely into me now. I know it for sure. He thinks about me too. I’m not alone in this.

  But one thing’s still on the table, I could never have sex in public. It’s illegal for one thing and it’s just not who I am. On the other hand, is it illegal when it’s with a cop? Haha, of course it is, and I’m going hysterical over here because I want exactly what he’s offering.