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

by Alexis Angel

  She’s wearing black pants and a gray top that does nothing for her eyes. Or maybe she really is as switched off as her eyes look. Her hair is pulled back in some kind of twist. I like it better loose, but I can see how she feels like she needs to hold herself together with how she’s dressed. Her eyes are made up with smoky makeup, and it makes her look regal but unreachable.

  “I’m sorry,” I say again.

  She shakes her head. “I don’t understand why you’re the one apologizing.”

  “Because I should have been better than that. I should have behaved. Instead, I let my emotions get the better of me before I said what I said. Before I acted.”

  She lets out a breath with a shudder, like she’s been holding it. Her face relaxes, almost like she’s finally sure I won’t bite.

  “You’re not angry anymore?” she asks.

  I shake my head. “I’m not. I feel guilty. I feel shitty that I lost you. But I’m not angry. I understand everything. We all make mistakes sometimes, and yours isn’t the worst thing out there.”

  She nods slowly. I’m not sure if she agrees with me of if she’s just hearing what I’m saying. She’s so distant from me, it’s driving me crazy, but I can’t blame her after I hurt her so much.

  I put my hand on the table, palm up, asking for hers. She can refuse me if she wants to. She doesn’t have to take my hand.

  She glances at my hand, moves her own, and puts her hand in mine. I see her relax a little, and I feel bit more connected to her.

  “I love you,” I say.

  She blinks at me in surprise.

  “What?”

  I nod. “You heard me. I love you. I want you to know that. I’ve been in love with you for a long time, longer than a man should ever be in love with his brother’s wife, but the last few days, I have seen so many sides of you that are beautiful. I love you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

  She looks like she doesn’t know what to say. I don’t expect her to say anything.

  “I want you back, if you’ll have me,” I say.

  Again, she doesn’t answer.

  I pick up a menu, and we have a normal dinner together. We don’t talk about what happened anymore. I order pasta, and she orders a salad. When the food arrives, she explains to me how they make pasta. The more we talk, the more she opens to me. Slowly, she comes back to me. I relish every bit of information she gives me and everything she tells me.

  When we’re nearly done, I frown, thinking of something.

  “You didn’t open the bakery yesterday,” I say.

  Skylar shrugs. “I couldn’t do it. I made up for it today. It won’t hurt me in the long run, thankfully.”

  I nod. I know I pushed her that far. I realize that I have just as much power over her as she has over me. Giving your heart to someone makes you vulnerable. It puts you in a place where you can get hurt.

  I took advantage of that and hurt her. I realize more and more what I did.

  “I never asked you to forgive me, too,” I say.

  She looks up at me, surprised. “What?”

  “You’re not the only one that was wrong.”

  She nods thinking about it. Finally, she looks up at me and smiles.

  “I forgive you,” she says.

  She smiles at me, and it’s full of warmth. Her blue eyes shimmer again, and I have the old Skylar back.

  “Will you come home with me?” I ask.

  She nods. I don’t waste any time ordering the check and paying for our food. When the waitress clears the tables, Skylar looks at me. Her eyes are drowning deep. I can fall into them and never come up for air.

  “Thank you for this,” she says. “It means a lot to me.”

  “Of course,” I say. “You mean a lot to me.”

  She smiles. I stand up and offer her my hand. She takes it, and I help her up. When she stands, she steps closer to me. Her face is inches from mine, her eyes trailing to my lips.

  She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I dip my head and kiss her.

  “I love you, too,” she says.

  I take her back home because it’s where she belongs. I want her with me, no matter what. I can’t believe I nearly lost her because of all these stupid little lies and secrets. In the grand scheme of things, they don’t matter. What matters is what I feel for her.

  I pull her against me as soon as the door is closed and kiss her.

  “I never want to lose you again,” I say. I need her to know how I feel.

  She looks at me with impossibly blue eyes and nods. “Let’s not let something like this happen again,” she says. “From now on, no secrets.”

  I agree. If this is the person I want to be with for the foreseeable future, we can’t keep secrets from each other.

  I kiss her again, sliding my tongue into her mouth, tasting her. She kisses me back with such passion that I know she’s serious about this. My tongue swirls around hers, and with it, my desire grows. There’s no way I can kiss her like this and not want to be inside of her again. The atmosphere charges around us, and I can feel myself stiffen in my pants.

  I grind my hips against her and put my arms around her neck, pulling her body tightly against mine.

  No secrets, she said, and I agree. But in that case, I need her to know something.

  I break the kiss.

  “I have a confession,” I say.

  She frowns slightly, and I can see the confusion on her face.

  “What is it?” she asks. She lets go of me. I don’t want her to step away from me, but I’m not going to force her to have her body pressed up against mine.

  “I watched your videos.”

  She blinks at me, confused for a moment before she realizes what I’m saying. Her mouth rounds in surprise, and her eyes widen.

  “You searched for them?”

  I nod. “When Paul told me, I wanted to know what you did. But a part of me was also curious, I have to admit.”

  She blushes. The fact that talking about her videos makes her blush proves to me that it’s not who she is, that she’s not just the type of person to sell her body whenever it’s convenient.

  “I didn’t know they were still available online,” she says.

  I nod slowly. “Well, they were,” I admit. “But they’re not anymore.”

  She frowns again, her brows knitting together.

  “I had them taken down,” I say. “I contacted the site admin and made a deal.”

  She looks surprised. “You got them all down?”

  I nod. “Of course, I didn’t just let them go to waste. I downloaded them all before I got them taken down.” I can’t help but grin with satisfaction. “They’re my personal collection now.”

  She smiles, blushing again, but her eyes move down to my lips, and I know that she doesn’t think it’s a bad thing for me to have them. I lean forward and kiss her. When she breaks the kiss, she looks me in the eye again and lets out a small breath like she’d been holding it.

  “I can’t tell you what that means to me. When I needed the money, it was a way out, but you never think about the long-term consequences, the fact that those videos might circulate on the web forever.”

  I nod. “I understand,” I say. After all, we’re all young and foolish at least once, right? We’ve all made mistakes. One of the biggest mistakes I made was letting Skylar slip through my fingers. I’m getting a second chance, and that’s rare.

  I pull her in for another long, wet kiss before I run my hands through her long hair.

  “Let’s watch one,” I say.

  “Now?”

  I nod. She smiles and nods after only a moment’s hesitation. I fetch my laptop and switch it on, finding the file where I put all her videos. I open one, and we sit side by side, watching as the video starts.

  It starts with the camera panning down her body, showing off the sexy lingerie she’s wearing. It doesn’t show her face, but that little butterfly on her hip is unmistakable. She runs her hands over body, moving to the beat of music,
and she touches herself. Her fingers trail over her pussy, and her hands cup her breasts before she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra.

  She lets it slide down sensually, her body moving to the rhythm of the music. She dances, half-naked, and it’s hot as hell.

  I put my hand on Skylar’s thigh. Her leg is pressed against mine. I slide my hand up, my fingers on the inside of her thigh, and brush my fingers against her pussy. I glance at her. Her lips are parted, and she’s breathing harder. I move my hand, sliding my fingers against her.

  On the screen, she’s gotten rid of her panties, and she’s naked now. Naked and bare without a single hair on her body. She crawls onto the bed behind her and lies down, putting herself on display. It reminds me of the way she played with the toy the first time I went to her place to sleep with her.

  I reach over to her, put my hand on her cheek, and kiss her. Her hand slides onto my lap, and she strokes me through my pants. I’m hard and throbbing after watching the video of her and having her next to me to touch whenever I want to.

  On the screen, her legs are spread, her fingers are in her slit playing with her own clit, and her other hand is on her breast. I move my hand from her cheek to her breast and squeeze it. I push my hand underneath her shirt, into her bra, and find her nipple already hard. I roll it between my fingers and tug lightly on it until she gasps. I kiss her again. I want her so badly. The video will never do her justice, no matter how hot it is.

  I’m one of those lucky guys that has the videos and the model, all to himself. I reach for her pants, undo them, and she lifts her hips so that I can pull them down a little. Her panties are black lace and beautiful. They will look fantastic on my floor. I put the laptop on the coffee table, the video still playing, but I’ve lost interest in the girl on the screen. I want the real one.

  “I want you on top of me, baby,” I say. “I want you to ride me.”

  She smiles at me and reaches for my pants to undo them.

  Skylar

  I undo Parker’s pants, pulling him free from the confinement of his jeans. He’s hard, the flesh hot and the tip slick with lust. I’m not going to get on top of him just yet. Yes, I want to ride him. I love being on top. But I want to draw this out, to make him want me that much more.

  I lean forward and take him into my mouth, sliding him between my lips. He groans when my tongue plays around his head. I lick his tip, using my lips, my tongue, and my teeth to make him want me more and more. Slowly, I slide my lips over his shaft. I keep playing my tongue around him.

  With my hand around the base of his shaft, I cover his length. I slide my hand up as I bring my mouth down so that he gets the full sensation. His hand is on my head, resting lightly. He’s not forcing me down, but I’m going to give him more.

  I do less and less with my hand, until I remove it completely. I can’t cup his balls with his pants still on like this, but I’ll focus on getting him out of them just now. For now, I want to suck him off.

  I push my head down further and further, pressing his tip against my soft palate. I hold my breath before I push his cock deep into my throat.

  I suck him like that, deep throating him, and he moans. His hand curls into a fist around my hair. I love it when he does that to me, when he holds onto me and guides me in a direction. He will never force me to do anything, but it’s wonderful when he’s dominating me, reminding me of his strength.

  When I glance up at him, his face is raw with need, his eyes are large and wild, and he’s positively sexed up. I love it when he looks like this. He loses all sense of where we are, and he focuses only on what his body needs. I love that I can do this to him.

  He starts moving his hips, thrusting into my mouth slowly. I meet his thrusts with my mouth, moving down when he pushes up so that I go deeper still. He groans when I do. The smell of him is in my nostrils, a sweaty musk that turns me on so much.

  I know if I keep doing this, he will come in my mouth. Part of me wants him to come down my throat so that I swallow him down, but I want him inside of me. I want him to fuck me.

  But not yet. I let go of his dick, pull my pants back up, and walk to the middle of the room. I start moving to an imaginary beat, running my hands up and down my body, touching myself the way I used to do for the camera. I slide my hands over my breasts and knead them a little. I trail down my abdomen and push my hands into my pants, feeling myself. I moan a little when I do. I know the sound drives him wild. I watch as he licks his lips.

  Slowly, I pull up my shirt in a strip tease. I get rid of my pants the same way, wriggling slowly out of them, giving him time to study every inch of my naked body as I slowly reveal more of myself.

  His eyes are glued to my body. I turn around and wiggle my ass for him, running my hands over my cheeks. When I turn back around, I undo my bra and slowly drop it to the floor. My nipples are erect in the chill of the room. I run my hands over them again, squeezing my nipples with my fingers.

  I reach for my panties and slowly pull them down, and I can feel how wet I am. Stripping for Parker is so much more of a turn on than stripping for anyone else has ever been.

  I walk over to him, rolling my hips and oozing sexuality. I pull the tie out of my hair and shake it out so that it falls over my shoulders like a cloak. He swallows hard. I reach for his pants and pull them down. He lifts his hips and helps me kick them off. He gets rid of his own shirt, and he’s naked now, too.

  I open his knees so that his legs are spread a little. When I turn around, I show him my ass before I kneel between his knees. I tip my head back and shake my hair, letting it brush my naked back. I sway my hips, moving my ass, and stand up again, putting one of my best assets on display.

  When I turn around, Parker looks like he’s about ready to jump me. He doesn’t have to.

  I turn around again and lower myself onto his lap, bracing myself on his knees. I lower myself into his lap. His cock is at my entrance, and I know he positioned himself there. Slowly, I lower myself onto his cock and sit down on him. I gasp. My back is pressed against his chest, my hands on his knees, and he’s buried deep inside me. I move my hips back and forth a little, feeling him move inside me. Parker reaches around and grabs my breasts in his hands, tugging and pulling. His mouth is on my shoulder, kissing and nibbling the skin. I tip my head to the side, letting my hair fall out of the way so that he has space to do what he needs to do.

  I move a little more, riding my hips back and forth, feeling him. He’s huge inside of me, filling me up, and the wonderful pleasure that is sex flows through my body.

  I don’t want to do him like this, though. I want to watch him when I ride him. So, I push myself up again, lifting my body off his cock. I turn around and straddle his lap, holding up his cock with my hands and lowering myself onto him again.

  Much better.

  He’s thick and hot inside me, and I move my hips, bucking them faster and faster. I put my arms around his neck and hold onto him, pulling myself against him so my breasts mash against his chest. I ride him harder and harder, leaning back again a little. His arms are wrapped around my body, and his eyes are glued to my breasts that jiggle as I ride him.

  I start bouncing up and down, my breasts bouncing, too. I slide up and down his cock, fucking him harder. He closes his eyes for a moment, and I know he’s getting lost in the sensation of what my body is doing to his. It’s erotic to me, too. I can feel him all the way inside me, and the pleasure that washes through me with every stroke is more intense than the one preceding it. My clit rubs against his pubic bone, and I’m going to come soon. It’s so much hotter than it’s ever been with him.

  Maybe it’s because it’s all out in the open now. I kiss him hard, our tongues sliding against each other. I can taste the desire and the affection on his tongue. His hands are on my breasts, squeezing. We taste and feel each other, and everything feels right.

  Parker slides his hands down to my ass and squeezes my cheeks. I love his fascination with my ass, the way he’s alw
ays trying to touch it or stare at it, and the way he wants to fuck me from behind so he can keep his eyes glued on it. It makes me feel sexy as hell. Parker holds onto my ass, and he starts moving his hips, doing the work, fucking me from beneath. He bucks his hips and somehow manages to push in deeper. I lift my ass a little to give him space to move, and he starts pumping into me, his hands gripping my ass, his dick ramming into me. I press my lips against his shoulder and get lost in the sensation of him fucking me and of Parker being in control. The friction is insane, and an orgasm starts building deep in my core, making my muscles clench tightly. I moan, throwing my head back.

  Parker slows down his pace, and he strokes in and out of me sensually. He pulls me against him, my breasts against his chest, his cock buried deep inside me, and it’s so deep I don’t know where I end and he begins. He kisses me, his hand behind my head. His tongue is in my mouth, and I can’t think about anything other than Parker in front of me, beneath me, and inside me.

  When he breaks the kiss, he puts his hands on my ass again and stands up, holding me. I’m still on his cock. I grip him with my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. He looks at me, our faces at the same height, and eye contact is intimate like this.

  Parker starts bouncing me up and down on his cock. It takes a lot of strength and balance to do it, but Parker knows what he’s doing. He did this to me once before in the sauna in his cabin in Colorado.

  It was fantastic then. It’s fucking fantastic now. When I think back to that day, I remember it being mind-blowing. It’s still better than I remember.

  He bounces me up and down, and I cry out, the bouncing forcing the air out of my lungs in a rhythm. Parker stands firm, his eyes never leaving mine. His face is riddled with concentration as he fucks me, pulling me onto his cock and lifting me off it with ease again.

  My mind goes blank, and I give myself over to the sensation. He’s going so deep, he hits my cervical wall, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s amazing.