Stroked by my Dad's Best FriendA Billionaire Secret Baby Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “I’m just about finished up here and you can escort her in. Bring her a cup of herbal tea.” He didn’t have to ask who it was. He could see her clear as day on the monitor beside his desk.

  She moved with liquid movements with no motion wasted. This girl was a force of nature. The feelings she brought forth weren’t even close to contempt. He hated himself for being blind to her ambition, but she had already found a way underneath his skin.

  The door opened and he motioned for her to come forward to take a seat. He had to be very careful not to show all of the cards in his hand. Disinformation was a good way to ferret out a wolf in his hen house.

  “I know what you’re saying and this merger needs to remain between the two of us. I would be ostracized if my dealings with you became public. Of course, I’m worried about blackmail and someone could take this information and profit from it. You look after your house and I will look after mine. This whole thing derails if we are caught with our pants down. I will be making an announcement to diminish the sting at 9 tomorrow morning.” Eric wasn’t talking to anyone. The only thing he could hear was a dial tone.

  “It would appear I have caught you at a bad time. I wanted to surprise you by bringing you lunch. I hope you’re hungry.” Claire got up and dropped the pretense and her trench coat in that order.

  Eric couldn’t stop staring at how the whipped cream adorned her naked nipples. There was chocolate sauce dripping down to pool at her navel. There was more whipped cream and what looked like a strawberry sauce covering her mound. This was a dessert he could definitely sink his teeth into.

  “I’ve already had a quick bite to eat, but I have room for dessert.” He thought about keeping her at arm’s length, but it was counterproductive to make her see him as the enemy.

  “I’m going to lock the door to make sure that you are not interrupted.” Claire had to be very careful to avoid making a mess of his wood floors. They were teak and quite expensive.

  “I’ve always wanted to have an afternoon delight in my office. I honestly never thought it would happen in my lifetime. You do know how to get a man’s attention. This is a nice distraction.” The ground beneath his feet felt like it was going to open up and swallow him. He was frozen in his chair.

  Claire walked into his line of sight and she was quite taken by the tent of his arousal. She leaned back with her hands on the desk and put her heel against his chest underneath one of the buttons on his shirt. With a flick of her stiletto, the button became disengaged and fell without a sound to the floor.

  She continued on the same trajectory until the first four buttons on his shirt were gone. It left only three others to contend with. She sat on his desk and then grabbed the arms of his chair with her feet to pull him closer with the wheels squeaking along the floor.

  “Claire, you are a sight for sore eyes and there hasn’t been a moment I haven’t thought of you. I must confess those thoughts are usually not PG-rated.” The door was closed and he was well aware of his staff separated by only a few inches of wood.

  “I know you don’t have a lot of time. If I were you, I would not hesitate for even a second. Let me make it very clear. This isn’t going to clean itself. You have a lot of work to do and I’m not going to allow you a reprieve until you get every single morsel.” She had her feet hooked underneath the arms of his chair with his face no more than a few inches away from sampling the merchandise.

  “I will make time for you.” Eric saw that time was of the essence and the dripping mixture was now congealing together.

  Some of the whipped cream had begun to melt under the furnace of her sex. He followed with the tip of his tongue to catch whatever was trying to drip down the inside of her thighs.

  “I had a few cocktails to give me the liquid courage to do this. I’m not drunk, but I’m not sober either. You have no idea how exposed I felt walking into this building. Waiting to see you had me nervous and shaking with the revelation that somebody might catch on to what I had in mind.” Claire wasn’t lying and this wasn’t part of the act. Something compelled her to come here dressed up to be consumed.

  “I spend my time thinking about you and it almost drives me mad with desire. The frustration of not seeing you sends a message to a prominent region of my anatomy.” He felt her foot make contact and it was a telegraph to his libido.

  “There’s a storm raging in my frozen heart, which I’m sure you can find a way to thaw. I don’t want to give you any ideas, but your hot mouth might be the ticket. Don’t you think that you have waited long enough to taste the fruits of your labor?” She was indulging in her favorite pastime of keeping a man on the edge of their seat.

  “I know what I’m going to do to heat you up.” He leaned closer and had his first taste. It unveiled one of her lips and he traced it with his tongue through the concoction blocking his way.

  “It has to be the possibility of getting caught. It’s the only explanation for how fucking hot I feel. I feel faint, but I don’t want to miss one damn moment of you looking up at me.” Claire wanted him to follow a certain path. She had no control over how fast this was going to be accomplished.

  Eric knew that she was manipulating his decision and there was nothing holding him back. He was never more afraid in his life than he was of losing her. There was no hesitation and what was waiting for him in behind those lips had him second guessing himself.

  He felt like he was stumbling in the dark and he wasn’t sure how far was too far. This was his way of taking her places where pleasure was a guarantee. The condiments were a perfect mixture of sweet and decadent.

  He had her pinned up against the desk and his hand was priming the pump down below. He didn’t have to, but he knew the best way to be ready was by stimulating his flesh. It was unnecessary and eating her was becoming a pleasure in itself.

  “I never think about the future when I’m with you, Eric. The way that you see me makes me feel like I can be better than what I’ve become. You are the owner of my heart and of my body which craves every part of you. The feeling of your tongue is like you’re in possession of a magical wand. I lose myself and I can’t decide if you have taken away my free will.” Claire felt a wave of euphoria insistently tingling all over her skin. The feeling made her gyrate in place, holding him by the back of his skull while moving her lips to give him the basic idea of what she was looking for.

  His tongue never lost contact, the tip flicking against her clit in a maddening attempt to keep her from losing that moment. His cock was leaking all over his hand. The stickiness supplied him with a lubrication to give him more than enough incentive to climb into the saddle.

  He released her with his fingerprints deeply embedded into her inner thighs. Kissing those marks, he felt her tremble and then he fingered the very spot he was going to fuck. It was quite tight and had him remembering all the other times they had given into their carnal desires.

  “I think that I’ve made all the whipped cream disappear and it might be time to replace it with some of my own. I can assure you there is more than enough for your insatiable appetite.” He was standing at the ready. His stiffened condition was not lost on her eager and hungry eyes.

  “Not yet… I still haven’t satisfied my sweet tooth. I brought this along just in case you were ready to be a little bit naughty in the office.” Claire produced the same bottle of whipped cream that she had used to give her body, something he would never be able to resist.

  Jumping into the chair, she turned to swivel in front of him with his knob brushing past her lips. Sticking out her tongue, she was able to capture the syrup clinging to the tip.

  Plans were inevitable to end in disaster, but this one seemed destined to take them away from everything that they feared. The reason why they were together was simple. They were missing a unique opportunity to expand their horizons. Learning what love was had them both climbing to new heights of pleasure unknown to the both of them.

  “I’m still worried about somebody walking in on u
s, but I know the door is closed. Nobody would dare come into my inner sanctum without announcing their presence first. I’ve taught them well to avoid my unnecessary outburst of anger. You should take a lesson from them and it’s not nice when somebody is made a fool of.” He was making a generalization, but he was using what she was doing behind his back as a reference point.

  “I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to hurt you like that. I find myself acting crazy and I lose my disguise when I look into your beautiful blue eyes. You have me spinning and I never know when I’m stopping or going.” She aimed the nozzle at his knob and covered the entire appendage from stem to stern.

  “I see the look in your eye and I know that the only thing you are thinking about is me. My lips say no but my cock is your prisoner.” He felt her surround him in the hot wetness of her mouth and watched completely transfixed as the whipped cream slowly disappeared.

  She was dragging her lips along those inches and was wondering when she was ever going to get off this roller-coaster ride. There were many ups and downs and twists and turns to keep her completely at a loss for words.

  “Meeting you has been…fuck…don’t use your teeth unless you are prepared for the consequences.” He felt her grazing along the skin of his manhood with her teeth showing only a modicum of mercy.

  It was cruel to string her along, but he couldn’t stop begging for one last moment together. It was too damn good to stop. She began to pick up speed. Her lips had consumed all of the cream except for what was currently dripping like a faucet out of him.

  Trying to be spontaneous, he pulled free of her lips before it was too late. The clock on the wall was a dangerous reminder that they were spending way too much time in this room together. There were most likely rumors and innuendo fueling speculation amongst his staff.

  “I can feel my body shaking deep between my legs. I want that nice hard cock to touch on an orgasm that is going to rock my world. I promise if you can do that then I will make it something we can share together.” She was still sitting and he was trying to aim his cock at the target in question. Life had done a number on her leaving her scarred and jaded.

  “It’s not like the movies, but I believe that I can make this work in a different way.” To prove his point, he stretched out his legs and leaned on the arms of the chair. Pressing into her crevice, she opened up to receive him while he was in the process of doing some very strenuous planks.

  “I feel you inside me deeper than ever. My pussy wraps around you and never wants to let go. You can feel my hot juices claiming victory over you. It’s not a battle when both sides are going to win.” She felt like she had found something unintentional during her pursuit of this latest conquest. It wasn’t something she was looking for, but it found her nonetheless.

  The chair began to slide across the floor and he followed undeterred with his cock covered in the slickness of her sex. The body was willing, but both of their minds were constantly at odds over the right thing to do. It was decided without words they were going to enjoy whatever time they had left together.

  “My cock is burning with desire and passion. Claire… Claire… Claire…your name flows from my lips effortlessly. I can’t remember the last time I have been with someone so open and willing to surprise me at every turn.” He was sweating up a storm and his body was yelling out for release. His legs were fatigued and he was using muscles he had not used in quite some time.

  “Eric…fill me up and make me take everything you have. I’m not going to leave you with a single drop after I have drained you dry.” The way that she was taking him deeply and without reservation was causing his balls to rise with the storm brewing “I’m on the edge and this one is going to bring me to my knees.” She was speaking metaphorically and she leaned in to bite his shoulder at the moment of surrender.

  Eric was having a hard time literally and figuratively. The distraction of her possible betrayal was making it so that he didn’t recognize himself in her eyes. He finally had to let it go with the pressure building until there was no other choice.

  The injection was painfully exhilarating and he plastered his mouth over hers to muffle the cries of joy in his heart. He collapsed on his knees after exiting the sizzling caress of those muscles taking full control of him. He was frazzled and slowly alarmed that he was able to do this after everything he had learned.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “I was wondering if you have some time to talk and we need to clear the air. I should’ve done this before we did any of this, but I wasn’t exactly thinking with the head on my shoulders.” He was sitting in his chair heightened at least a few inches over those that would sit in front of him. It was an intimidation tactic and it didn’t seem to be working with Claire. She was quite calm and was reapplying her makeup, which was only getting on his last nerve.

  “I can’t believe you’re able to say anything after what just happened. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what we will do when we are close to each other. It’s almost like we are combustible when we become too hot to handle.” She was a little worried by his tone and how he had suddenly become businesslike.

  “I have never given anybody more of my love than I have with you. I could give you a good life, but I know that your independence is very important to you. Information has come to light recently about you. It has me a little concerned.” He had promised his friend that he wasn’t going to confront her, but it seemed more important to get to the bottom of this than to keep his word.

  “I don’t know what this is about and it would be best that you just say what’s on your mind. I have things to do and my life doesn’t revolve around the both of us. I will admit coming out from the cold and into the warm embrace of your arms is something I can get used to.” She had the trench coat closed, but she allowed plenty of her long legs to keep his undivided attention. She wiggled her feet in his face showing her pedicure.

  “You can’t do this every time we are together, Claire. I know your sensuality is a weapon you use with a degree of precision. It would stand to reason you would put up walls to defend against anybody getting too close.” He was getting close to the big reveal and wasn’t sure what he was going to find when he pulled back the curtain.

  “I never had any man complain before. Why do you have to throw cold water on my parade? I have a good mind to get up and leave before you say anything you’re going to regret.” She was in the hot seat and felt emblazoned with her attitude to take whatever she was going to get.

  The hot lights and his accusing eyes made her see the jig was up. It was time to mitigate the damage and prevent what was going to become their first fight.

  “I’ve made up my mind and there’s no way you’re leaving here before I say my piece. I don’t know what this is going to accomplish, but I need to say something. The information is damning and I need some clarification. I don’t know how quite to say this, so I’m just going to come out with it. Are you scamming me? Don’t answer right away. A lie could be misconstrued. Tell me the truth and I promise that I will listen without judgment.” Eric was waiting patiently and then he witnessed something extraordinary.

  Her face became cold and whatever passion they had disappeared within a fraction of a minute. The transformation was scary and had him taking a step back for self-preservation.

  “I’m not going to apologize for who I am and this is how I have been since I ran away when I was young. I thought when I targeted you that it would be easy. It wasn’t like that and I tried to pull back in vain. I want something I’ve never had before and I’m willing to sacrifice to get it. There is one stumbling block and I have no right to ask for your help.” There was no sense in pulling off the band-aid slowly when the look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

  “I’m a bit shocked by how easily you confessed and I’m trying to make sense of this. I’ve learned too much to turn a blind eye to your betrayal. In the old days, there was no way that I could ever forgive such a
trespass against my person. I want this to work between us. I may regret asking this, but what stumbling block is in our way? Happiness can be short lived and I don’t promise you a white picket fence. I’ve never been one to follow the rules in a relationship and I’m not going to begin now.” He watched her closely and made every effort to try to read her body language.

  “I have a partner and he can be quite forceful when he wants to be. I can handle myself, but that’s only until I become no use to him. He already suspects this job is taking way too long. I’ve given him plausible excuses, but he’s not going to be fooled for long. Don’t worry, I’m not suggesting that we kill him, but we have to find a permanent solution.” Her plan to seduce him in his office didn’t go exactly as she was hoping.

  “We’ve all had partners who become more like an albatross around our necks. After talking to you, I have reconsidered the merger with a company that will leave me with too many questions to answer. I have an image to uphold and I forget how wholesome I need to be to keep some of my clients happy.” He had already given it a lot of thought and it was time to pull the trigger. He would do it quickly and there would be no going back.

  The papers were already drawn, but the ink was not even dry on the signatures. There was a clause leaving him 24 hours to change his mind. This was courtesy of his PR specialist and he thought she was overreaching her authority. There were still eight hours on the clock to change his mind and it wasn’t going to be received favorably.

  “You’ve never had a partner like Nicholas. To be completely transparent, I have been physical with him in the past, but it was mostly to get one out of the chamber. We’ve all had those in our lives that have become a port in the storm. Money is the only thing he understands.” She was suggesting that a payout of a significant amount would become a way to finally rid them both of Nicholas. He had become a bad example of what happens when you drink too much.