Single TV Dad: Billionaire Romance... Naughty Angel Style

by Alexis Angel

  We’re quiet on the way back to the airfield, but it’s not an uncomfortable silence. We drive together, and it’s warm in the car.

  “I don’t want to go home,” I say.

  Parker glances at me and nods. He reaches for me, putting his hand on my leg.

  “I know. I don’t want to go back, either. We can’t be in this dream forever, though. And the best part of all of this is that we’re going back to reality together.”

  I nod. He’s right. We’re going back together. Whatever we experienced in the mountains, we can make it happen in real life, can’t we? Everything is perfect right now, and it doesn’t have to change. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I know that for now, I want to be with Parker and he wants to be with me.

  What else matters? What can go wrong?

  I’m not as shocked by the luxury of the private jet when we step onto it again, but I love that we’re traveling alone. This time, I can appreciate the solitary travel where it’s just the two of us, together. We sit together on one of the seats that stretch along the length of the plane, and Parker’s hand is curled around my thigh. I hold onto her arm, lean my head on his shoulder, and it’s as if we were created to fit together.

  It’s cliché, I know, but I’m starting to think I’m falling in love because I’m thinking silly cliché things like that. Before, I feared being in love with someone. I had Paul in my life, and I couldn’t be with anyone else, so it was better not to let myself go down that road. Now, everything is different. My marriage is void, my ex-husband–or whatever he was to me if we were never married–has kicked me out, and Parker seems to feel about me as strongly as I feel about him.

  Everything is all right now.

  When we land, a driver waits for us. Parker’s phone rings, and he turns away, talking in hushed tones. When he finishes his conversation, he turns to me.

  “I have to swing by the office. The guys were trying to get a hold of me all weekend. I won’t be an hour. You go on ahead. Claud will take you to the apartment.” He waves to the driver who lifts a hand in return. “I’ll meet you there.”

  He pulls me closer for a kiss and turns away. Another car arrives as if he’s summoned it, and I’m left alone on the tarmac with Claud coming up behind me to fetch my bag.

  I sit in the back of the car, chauffeured by Claud just like the rich and famous. I can get used to this. I fish for my phone in my bag and switch it on for the first time since Friday. I have a few messages and a voicemail.

  I dial the mailbox number and listen to the message.

  “I’ve been trying to reach you at the shop, but your assistant tells me you’ve gone away for a while. I hope you’re having a good time with my brother.” Paul’s voice is harsh over the phone. Blood rushes in my ear, and the terrible feeling that something’s about to go wrong lodges itself in my chest. “You told my secret, so now I’m telling yours.” The line clicks dead.

  I can’t breathe. I feel like all the air has been sucked out of the car, and my chest physically hurts. My head spins, and I don’t know what to think. I never told Paul’s secret. Well, I told Lizzie, but she would never tell. Parker found out by himself, and that’s not my fault. Paul can’t tell on me. it’s not fair.

  For a moment, I think I should phone him back, but what would I say? What would I do about it? I still can’t breathe, and I’m gasping for breath without it helping at all. I think I’m going to have a panic attack.

  Finally, Claud drops me at the apartment. I decline his offer to carry my bag up for me. I will do that alone. I need to get away from him so that I can fall to pieces in private. I don’t have long before Parker comes home, but I need to pull myself together before he does.

  When I’m in the apartment, I let out a cry that sounds half like a sob and half like an angry scream.

  What the hell did I do to deserve all this?

  By the time Parker comes home, I’ve managed to pull myself together again. I’m unpacking my clothes when he comes in. He doesn’t greet me the way I expect him to. I look up at him, and he looks deep in thought.

  “Are you all right?” I ask.

  He nods, not looking at me. “I got a message from Paul,” he says. My stomach turns. “He wants to meet for lunch sometime this week.”

  “You can’t,” I say before I can stop myself. Parker looks up at me, frowning. “I mean, you were so angry last time.” I’m grasping at something that will make sense.

  Parker shakes his head. “I have to sort it out with him sometime. He said other things, too.”

  “Like what?” I ask.

  He shakes his head. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

  Of course, that just makes me worry more. I’m terrified Paul will tell Parker my secret. Parker will never look at me the same again. But he won’t, will he? It wasn’t my fault that Parker found out. I didn’t make Paul make out with another man in public.

  “Maybe you shouldn’t go,” I say.

  “Why not?” Parker asks. “He’s my brother. I can’t ignore this.” He pauses, thinking. “Do you know what he wants to talk to me about?”

  I don’t answer him. I have an idea, but I can’t tell Parker that. He’ll want me to tell him. If I tell him, instead of Paul, the outcome will be the same. I can hope that Paul won’t tell Parker, that my secret will be safe, but that’s all I have to go by. If I tell him, it will be out there, and it will end between me and Parker, no matter what Paul says.

  Parker doesn’t seem to notice that I didn’t answer him.

  “We both knew coming back after running away for the weekend wouldn’t be fun,” he says. “I have to face this sooner or later. Rather get it out of the way now.”

  “Please, Parker,” I start, but I stop myself from begging him outright.

  Parker shakes his head. “My brother isn’t going to stop being gay. The sooner I talk to him and come to terms with this, the better.”

  I want to cry. There’s no way I can stop him from going. I can’t prevent this. I can only hope that Paul won’t fuck me over by telling Parker my secret. I want to scream. I want to run away, go back to Colorado, turn back time to when everything was perfect and we felt invincible. But it’s too late for that now, isn’t it?

  “You’re such a noble person,” I say instead.

  Parker chuckles. “I can assure you, that’s one thing I’m not. I have terrible mood swings, and my first reaction to any bad news is to get angry and push everyone away. There’s nothing noble about that.”

  “But you’re working to salvage your relationship with your brother.”

  Parker shrugs.

  I can’t talk to him about this. I feel like it’s a losing battle. I don’t know what to do. So, I don’t do anything at all.

  We spend the remainder of the day unpacking, watching television, and doing normal Sunday things. Parker looks relaxed. If he’s worried about seeing his brother, he doesn’t show it.

  Around eight, Parker’s phone rings.

  “Paul,” he says, and I feel like I want to throw up. “Yes, I’ve been trying to call you back. I was away for the weekend. Early this week would be great, the sooner the better. Monday works for me. Okay, I’ll see you then.”

  Parker hangs up and turns to me. “I’m seeing him tomorrow for lunch.”

  I nod. I don’t know what to say. I don’t want him to go. I’m so nervous that it’s all going to come out that my stomach feels like it has turned to stone.

  “What’s wrong?” Parker asks me.

  I thought I had a poker face. I thought I could hide what I was feeling. Obviously, something shows on my face for him to ask.

  I shake my head. “Nothing. I just don’t think you should go, that’s all.”

  Parker frowns. He shakes his head.

  “What’s going on?” he asks. “You keep telling me that. Don’t you want me to fix it with Paul?”

  I shake my head. “It’s not that,” I say.

  “Then what is it?” Parker asks. �
�What are you hiding?”

  That question makes me shut down. I shake my head.

  “I’m not hiding anything,” I say. “It’s just, hard for me. Because of everything that happened between us, between me and Paul.”

  Parker nods, seemingly satisfied with my answer.

  “I can understand that,” he says. He walks to me and puts his hand on my cheek. His palm is warm, but I feel perpetually cold. “Everything is going to be okay.”

  I wish I can believe him. I wish I know for a fact that it’s true. But I don’t know that it’s going to be all right. I don’t know that Paul won’t betray me, and I’ll end up losing everything that’s important to me.

  “I think I’m just tired,” I finally say. “I think I need to go to bed.”

  Parker nods. “It’s a good idea. We have work again in the morning.”

  He starts switching off the lights as we go to the bedroom. We get ready for bed together, and I crawl into bed next to him. He pulls me onto his chest, and I hear his heart beat below my ear.

  I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. Maybe this is the last time we’re going to bed together. I close my eyes and try not to think about it.

  That’s the only way I’m going to get through this. I have to stop thinking and only take things as they come.

  Parker

  I’m starting to dream about Skylar. Not just normal dreams; wet dreams. She’s naked and slippery, oiled up for me, and I want to take her in every way that I can. Her breasts are fantastic, the dark nipples hard and erect, and she lays back on the bed, opening her legs and displaying herself to me.

  I’m getting hard. My cock aches for attention. She moves toward me, and I already know what’s coming. She licks her lips, and her eyes are hungry. Warmth already spreads through my cock. My balls tighten, and it feels like I’m already inside her.

  Slowly, I surface from sleep. I lay with my eyes closed and realize that the warmth on my sex isn’t going away. When I lift my head and peek through narrowed eyes, Skylar’s head bobs up and down over my cock. My dick is in her mouth, her lips closed around it, and she slides her mouth down over my shaft and back up again.

  She’s been giving me a blowjob while I slept.

  The idea is so hot. My cock twitches and throbs as she works it in her mouth. Her tongue moves against the bottom of my shaft as she pulls out. When only the head is in her mouth, she swirls her tongue around me. Gently, she scrapes her teeth against the bottom of the mushroom tip of my cock, and I shudder.

  She closes her mouth around me again and pushes her head down so that I slip into her mouth. She’s making it feel like I’m already inside her. I groan, stretching and pushing my cock into her mouth. She takes in more of me than she has before, pushing me against her soft palate and then further down her throat.

  Holy fuck, she’s deep throating me. He hand closes around my balls, squeezing lightly as she fucks me with her mouth, her head moving up and down, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth as she pushes me as deep as she can go.

  I reach down and touch her hair. She glances up at me. If she didn’t know I was awake before, she knows now. She keeps her eyes on me, moving her head up and down. Her hands on my balls work magic, and her mouth is hot and slick.

  She closes her eyes as if she needs to concentrate, and she keeps going.

  “You feel so good,” I say. I stroke her hair. A part of me wants to push her head down with my hand, and take her mouth the way I take her pussy, but I won’t do that. Instead, I stroke her hair, running my fingers through it and feeling her head bob beneath my hand.

  “Yeah, baby,” I groan. “Keep doing that.”

  She complies. I don’t think she would have stopped, anyway, but I want her to know how fucking good it feels.

  “You’re making me want to fuck you, to get inside you because of the way you’re sucking me off,” I say.

  She makes a small sound. She’s not trying to communicate. The sound that she makes, a hum or something close to it, sends vibrations through my cock, and the sensation is erotic.

  I don’t let her carry on for much longer. If she keeps going, I’m going to come. I would love nothing more than to release my load into her mouth, down her throat, watching her swallow every drop. I don’t, though. I want sex and a lot of it. I don’t want to finish now.

  I gently nudge her, and she lifts her head, my cock slipping out of her mouth and flopping hard and thick onto my stomach.

  I reach for her and pull her up, planting a kiss on her lips. She doesn’t let me use tongue, and I appreciate it. Instead, I flip her onto her back. She squeals at the sudden movement. I shift between her legs, and her thighs fall open for me. I wrap my arms around her thighs and lower my head to her pussy. With my tongue, I trace a line down her slit from her clit to her entrance, and she shivers, a small sound escaping her lips.

  She’s already wet, and I love the taste of her. When I draw my tongue back up to her clit, I spend time there, paying attention to her clit, flicking my tongue over the bundle of nerves until she squirms and writhes against my mouth. She moans and gasps as I change pace, licking her faster, then slower.

  I closer my lips around her clit and suck on her. She squirms. I put my hands on her lower abdomen, holding her down. I keep sucking, and she moans, pushing her hands into my hair. She holds onto me, my hair in her closed fists, and pulls me closer to her, bucking her hips, trying to push herself against my face.

  I keep at it. I know I’m driving her wild. I want her to come.

  When she doesn’t squirm too much, I let go of her hips, and instead of holding her in place, I grab onto her breasts. With extended arms, I can just reach them, and I close my hands over her breasts, kneading, tugging, and squeezing. Her nipples are hard against my palms, and she moans again.

  After a while of that, I let go of her breasts and move my head further down, trailing my tongue down her slit again to her entrance. I stick my tongue into her. I can’t go very far, but she squirms and gasps anyway. I lick her there, swirling my tongue around her entrance, trying to fuck her with my tongue. Her moans become louder. My own cock is hard, aching for more. I want to take her. She’s so wet now, a combination of her lust and my spit, and I know if I get on top of her now, I’ll just slide into her.

  I keep up the licking and sucking for as long as I can bear it. When I can’t hold it anymore, I crawl up her body, planting kisses on her hip, next to her navel, on her ribs, her breast, and her collarbone.

  When I’m on top of her, I press myself against her, my cock pressing against her pussy. Her blue eyes are on mine, lips parted. She wraps her legs around my thighs. just below my ass. and pulls me toward her in a wordless demand.

  I give her what she wants. It’s impossible to say no to her when she’s this demanding, when her body is delicious and I’m as horny as I am.

  I dive into her depths, my cock filling her up, and she moans as I slide in all the way. Her body yields and stretches, opening for me. I don’t give her time to adjust and get used to me inside of her. Immediately, I pull out again almost all the way and slam back into her again.

  She cries out.

  I buck my hips, fucking her quite hard from the get go. I ram my hips against her thighs, my balls slapping her ass. She cries out. It’s missionary, and that has always bored me, but with Skylar, it’s hot and intense, and I don’t think there’s a position with her that will be boring.

  She puts her legs around my hips, clinging onto me, and I fuck her harder. She cries out, moaning, her breathing shallow and erratic. Her pussy is tight, gripping my shaft, and I know that I’m going to come soon.

  I lower myself onto my elbows, and my chest is pressed up against her breasts. She doesn’t just lie beneath me, letting me take her. Her hips move along with mine, pulling me deeper. Her hands are on my back, kneading the muscles just below my shoulder blades, her nails lightly biting into my skin. I groan.

  When her breathing changes and we’re both p
recariously close to the end, I slow right down, moving from quick thrusts to long, slow strokes. I slide in and out of her, feeling every inch of her, letting her feel every inch of me. She swallows, breathing through her mouth. I drop my head into her neck and kiss her shoulder, her neck, and move up toward her ear. When I nibble on her earlobe, she giggles. Her body tightens because of the laughter, and she clenches around my cock.

  “That tickles,” she whispers.

  I spend more time on the skin, licking, nibbling, and sucking.

  An urge builds inside me, and I need to pick up the pace again. I move faster and faster, bucking my hips. I fuck her harder and harder, until her eyes are closed, her mouth is open, and she cries out.

  I want to do so much more to her. I want to make it more intense. My mind races until I think of something.

  I stop thrusting and kiss her, rolling my tongue around hers. When I slide out, she breathes out. Her eyes are full of complaints, but she doesn’t say anything. I reach for her arms, holding onto her wrists, and lift them above her head. She breathes in deeply and blows it out slowly.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask.

  She nods slowly.

  “Will you let me blindfold you?”

  She frowns slightly.

  “I don’t want you to overthink everything. Don’t think, just feel. Okay?

  She thinks about it for a moment before she nods. “Okay,” she says.

  “Wait here,” I say. I get off the bed and walk out of the room. I go through the house, looking for something I can use as a blindfold. I didn’t exactly plan this in advance.

  In my bedroom closet, I find a black satin robe that belonged to a girlfriend a long time ago. It has a sash that’s supposed to be used to tie the robe into place. It’s long enough to tie around her head properly, and it’s completely black so she won’t be able to see through it. I press it against my own eyes to test it.

  Satisfied, I walk back to the bedroom. She’s still on the bed, her legs closed now. She looks at me as I walk to the bed and sit down, the mattress dipping beneath my weight and shifting her where she’s lying.