Beautiful Mistakes: Contemporary Romance Boxset Books 1-4

by Victoria Snow

  I slid off the desk with my clothes clutched in my arms where Sebastian had thrust them at me. I went into his bathroom and showered, trying to wrap my brain around what just happened.

  His dick had been so hard. He’d come on me. That meant he did find me alluring. Then I remembered how’d he brought up my father. Perhaps he was feeling guilty about what we’d done. That was stupid. Would my father have a problem with Sebastian fucking me? Probably, but he’d have a problem with any man fucking me. It was possible he’d feel less concerned if it was Sebastian since he knew and cared for him. He trusted Sebastian to mentor me in business, even if he hadn’t been thrilled about it being for an adult products company.

  That had to be it. All of a sudden, the humiliation was gone, and I was feeling triumphant. I was still a virgin, but I’d finally orgasmed from something other than my own hand. And I’d seen up close and personal how to touch a man to make him come. Maybe someday I’d be the one jacking Sebastian off as he came on me. Even better, maybe he’d stick that massive dick inside me. A thrill ran through my pussy at the thought of it.

  I finished showering and got dressed. As I went to put on my panties, I decided to leave them behind. A thank you of sorts. I folded them up and left them on the sink for him to find tomorrow. Then, I washed the dildo, and left it as well.

  I wouldn’t be there tomorrow when he found them because my internship was for only three days a week at the company. I spent the other two in class and working on my thesis. But I could imagine him finding these. Would he sniff my panties? Would he use them to a jack-off? Would he wish he used his own dick instead of one of his products on me? Another tingle rushed through my body at the thought.

  Dressed, I gathered my presentation materials, and left his office. As I passed his secretary, she watched me and I wondered if she knew what had happened in his office. I smiled and kept moving to my desk set up in the office all the interns shared. No one else was around, so I put my presentation away and worked on another project until it was time to go home.

  Technically, I still lived at home. My father owned a large apartment in the upper west side. It had a separate adjoining apartment built for the time when people still had butlers and maids living with them. I suppose some still did, but my dad didn’t. So, I lived in the little apartment which gave me some independence, but still allowed me to be close to my father.

  My dad was the quintessential distinguished successful businessman. The difference was that he had a heart of gold. While most of his rich peers had a slew of kept mistresses, my father hadn’t dated since my mother died nearly seven years ago. That’s partly why I’d stayed close to home. I was afraid he’d be lonely. I wanted him to get out and live, and I knew my mother would have wanted that too, but so far, all he did was in running his business, and play golf with Sebastian.

  Thinking of Sebastian, I smiled at the memory of the blazing heat in his eyes as he thrust that dildo in and out of my body. I changed into shorts and a tank top, and went to the gym on my father’s side of the apartment and ran on the treadmill, to burn off some of my lingering sexual energy.

  I showered again, and then changed into jeans and headed to my father’s side again where I found his cook, Lois, making dinner in the kitchen.

  “I hope you like salmon,” she said, making a face at me. Lois was an old school cook whose real talent was in comfort food and desserts. “Your father is on a health kick.”

  “I don’t know why. He’s in good shape,” I grabbed a wine glass and a bottle of white wine from the fridge.

  “That’s what I told him.” She looked at me, pointing her spatula toward me. “Do you suppose he’s finally met a woman?”

  I shook my head. “No. His doctor probably said something about eating healthy.”

  She harrumphed and went back to cooking.

  I made my way with the wine to our living area and looked out over the city. I wondered if Sebastian was thinking of me. Was he jerking off again to thoughts of me? How long had he been doing that, or was today first time? My pussy contracted as I remembered how his eyes inventoried my body in the pretty lingerie.

  “There’s my sweet girl,” my father’s voice interrupted my lustful thoughts.

  “Hi dad. How was work? Did you take over the world today?”

  “We’re close baby, so close.” He smiled and kissed my forehead. “How about you?” He rolled his eyes. “Though, I’m not sure I want to know about the sex toy business.”

  I was sure he didn’t. “I did my presentation for Sebastian today.”

  “How’d that go? Did he give you some good advice?”

  Inwardly I laughed. What he gave me was two lovely orgasms. “Yes.”

  “Excellent. I knew I could trust him to watch out for you.”

  All of a sudden, I wondered if my father would have a bigger problem with Sebastian than I’d thought. My father was a mentor of sorts to Sebastian, but I think he viewed him as a peer. The age difference between me and Sebastian was greater than the age difference between him and my father. I was twenty three to Sebastian’s forty, but it didn’t feel the same generation gap when I was with him. He certainly didn’t feel like a father figure. But would my father have a problem with the age difference? Or maybe Sebastian’s reputation would get in the way. But my father knew Sebastian better than anyone. He might have a large and unusual sexual appetite, but he was a good person and smart in business.

  “Should we eat?” my father asked.

  “Salmon?”

  He grinned. “Lois is beside herself. But I hear fish is good for you.”

  I nodded. “Where did you hear that?”

  “The woman who owns the coffee shop outside my building suggested it.”

  I quirked a brow. “A woman?”

  He pursed his lips. “It’s not like that…” Then he hesitated with a wistful look on his face. Was my father finally smitten with someone? Not wanting to jinx it, I opted not to say anything.

  We had a lovely dinner, as usual, and watched TV before he went off to review some business work, and I went back to my place. I worked on my thesis and finished my reading for class the next day, but thoughts of Sebastian weren’t far from my mind. He would likely avoid being alone with me, but as far as I was concerned, what happened today was just the appetizer. Before I finished my internship, he’d fuck me. I’d make sure of it.

  My pussy tingled with the thought. I put my books away, and undressed, climbing into bed naked. Normally I wore shorts and t-shirt, but I was feeling sensual and wanted to feel my sheets all over my skin.

  I cupped my breasts and massaged them, remembering how Sebastian stared at them like he wanted to devour them. What would it be like to have his mouth on them? I pinched my nipples, imagining him sucking them. I moaned as sweet sensations radiated through my body.

  Now I wished I’d brought the dildo he gave me home, because my pussy was needy to be fucked. I’d have to make do with my fingers. I slid my hand down my body, flicking my engorged clit, and then pinching it, pretending Sebastian was sucking it.

  Oh fuck, the idea of it made me so hot. I writhed as my fingers pressed inside me. I couldn’t get them as deep as I wanted, and I groaned in frustration. I used my thumb to massage my clit, and then imagined Sebastian stroking his long cock, the way his face contorted into sweet torment as he came, and the hot cum he covered me with.

  I imagined that dick inside my body, filling me and then all that hot cum oozing from my body.

  “Oh yes.” Pleasure peaked as I jammed my fingers in and out of my pussy. The idea of him coming inside me had me crying out and coming hard. As I came down, I realized that if I wanted to have him bare, I’d need to get on the pill. I’d stop by the health clinic tomorrow after class to see about that.

  I wondered if Sebastian ever had sex bare. He was a smart, cautious, controlled man, so it seemed likely he would use a condom. Then again, he’d been unable to turn me down as I know he wanted to. No, he didn’t want to,
but he felt he should out of respect for my father, and concerns about his company. I could see where fucking his intern would look bad, but I was seducing him, not the other way around.

  I settled into the sheets, loving the way the soft fabric felt on my skin. The only way it could be better was if Sebastian was there.

  “Someday.” I smiled and closed my eyes, willing myself to have erotic dreams of Sebastian.

  5

  Sebastian

  Thank fuck today wasn’t a work day for Leah. After yesterday, and then the long night I spent dreaming about her pink pussy until this morning when I had to jack off twice, I didn’t think I could face her without a giant woody.

  I went into my office, and fuck if the scent of her pussy juice wasn’t in the air. Or maybe it was my imagination. That woman was going to be the end of me.

  I went to my desk, straightening it from where she’d been sprawled on, her legs open. I pressed the heels of my palms in my eye sockets, trying to get the image of her naked on my desk out of my head.

  “You need to work, Cox.” Forcing myself to get busy, I went through the fall catalog galleys, and then the spreadsheets on our online sales, and our shops. Currently, we had three stores in New York City, and nine more along the Atlantic coast. I was also working on a deal to export our products to France.

  While Sensual Delights specialized in adult activities, Valerie and I never wanted the business branded as something dirty and tawdry. Our packaging and promotion all had an air of elegance and sophistication to it. The truth was, everyone had sexual desires and fantasies, but for some reason, it was socially taboo to indulge them. We wanted to make pleasure mainstream. We wanted people to think of sexual desire as being as normal as thirst or hunger, and as easily quenched by the care of their local Sensual Delights store.

  Not that we didn’t also cater to the kink crowd as well. I enjoyed sexual exploration, but personally I wasn’t much into swings, whips, or S and M. Valerie had been veering in that direction before she died, and it was one reason I didn’t mind that much that she’d enlisted the help of other men in that area. She might be getting off whipping some man, but, she always came home to me. I just wasn’t into the taboo… well except the fantasy of fucking my intern.

  Shit, what was wrong with me? I was old enough to be her father if I’d knocked somebody up in high school. Was it some Oedipus thing going on that made her want me? I shook my head, because that just seemed too disturbing. Besides, she wasn’t a child. She was definitely a woman, and if she wasn’t Henry’s daughter, I wouldn’t have any problem fucking her, age difference or not.

  My dick grew uncomfortable as the image of Leah on her knees offering her breasts to be coated, yet again, pulsed through my brain.

  “Again?” I looked down at my lap. I was going to break some sort of masturbation record if this kept up. I rose from my desk and went to the bathroom. On the sink, was the dildo I’d used on Leah yesterday. Underneath that laid her folded panties. I groaned as my dick throbbed in my pants. I picked up the pretty white lace. Jesus, she’d walked out of here yesterday without panties on.

  My dick oozed with pre-cum imagining her in the pretty dress she wore yesterday, walking out of here and on to the New York streets without underwear. I undid my pants shoving them down my legs. My dick was so hard, he was practically looking up at me.

  I inhaled the scent of her pussy on the panties and nearly came from that. Then I wrapped them around my dick and began to stroke. Fuck, why did this feel so good? I’d been masturbating for nearly 30 years, and I always got off, but this, my dick felt more electric with Leah on the mind.

  “Come on my tits,” her words came back to me.

  “Fuck, yeah… oh shit…” My hand firing along my length as pressure grew in my balls. I conjured up the image of the dildo sliding in and out of her pink pussy lips. God how I wanted that to be my dick. She looked so tight, and the way her pussy sucked in the dildo, I knew she’d blow my mind if I got the chance to fuck her. Because I couldn’t really experience it, I just imagined us back on my desk, but instead of the dildo, I was thrusting my cock into her tight pussy.

  “Ah… fuck… fuck…” In an instant, I was coming all over the sink basin in an orgasm that went on and on. When it was done, I used her panties to wipe off my dick, and a towel to clean the rest from the sink and floor.

  I looked at myself in the mirror. “You’re so totally fucked, Cox.” I tucked the panties into my coat pocket and returned to my office. She’d be back tomorrow, and then what? Did my abrupt departure change her mind about me being the man to take her virginity? Or would the fact that I gave her two orgasms and then came on her tits embolden her to try again?

  I knew without a doubt, that if she walked in right now and said, “Fuck me,” my dick would be inside her in less than two seconds. For a man who valued control, the realization that I would give in and fuck her if this kept up had me both excited and terrified.

  As much as I wanted inside her sweet pussy, I couldn’t let that happen, so the only choice I had was to reassign her. Sitting at my desk, I pulled out the company directory and searched for a different place I could send Leah to finish out her internship.

  Because I couldn’t trust myself not to touch her, I stayed away from my office on Wednesday, her next day in the office, and instead had Mrs. Wallace deliver the news that she’d be in the marketing division for the rest of the internship. She’d started out there, but this time I put her with the online marketing team, instead of the direct marketing and copywriting team she’d been with before.

  When I was sure she was in her new location, two floors down, I went to my office and focused on getting my brain and business back on track. Of course, when the sketches of new lingerie showed up, each one I imagined Leah wearing. Several had her touch in the design. When she first started in the design department, she said that while women wanted to feel sexy and powerful, they also liked to feel feminine and pretty. She suggested designs that included more delicate lace and softer hues, like the one she’d worn yesterday. She also worked with the designers to create pieces that were functional enough to be worn every day but still felt sexy. One of the bras had a full coverage cup, but then the cup could be unfastened to expose the nipples and push the breasts up without looking bunched or feeling uncomfortable.

  She was a natural when it came to lingerie design. I’d like to think Valerie would have been supportive of her, but I’m not sure she’d appreciate my carnal thoughts about her. She wouldn’t have minded me having sex with another woman, but probably not Leah.

  I sat back to analyze that thought because it didn’t make much sense. Why would she care if I fucked Leah?

  Because Leah means something to you. No, she didn’t. Well, she did, but not romantically. I lusted for her, I wasn’t in love with her.

  Deciding I was going crazy, I changed into running clothes so I could burn off my sexual frustration and confusion in Central Park. Five miles and five gallons of sweat later, I wasn’t any less frustrated or confused.

  What the fuck was it about Leah? Yes, she was smart, but so where a lot of women. She was sexy, but so were other women, although Leah’s curve ratios were optimal, I had to admit. Valerie had been sexy, but leaner and more lithe than Leah.

  It had to be her innocence. The idea of her being a virgin had to be a factor in making my libido go crazy. Except, I’d been hot for her since I met her four years ago when I didn’t know she was a virgin. She was nineteen then. Jesus, I was a pervert.

  I bought water from a vendor, pouring most of it over my head to cool me down and shock me back to reality. Of course, it didn’t work.

  My phone buzzed. Looking at the caller ID, I saw Henry’s name on the screen. Fuck. How was I going to look him in the face again?

  “Henry.”

  “Sebastian. I hear you’re taking good care of my daughter.”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Ah…”

  “She said you liked her presentation
yesterday.”

  Leah in her sexy bra and underwear flashed in my brain, but I felt sure that wasn’t the presentation he was referring to. “Yes.”

  “I’m so proud of her. You know she could live off my money… hell her great-grandkids could live off my money, but she’s determined to make her own way. I appreciate your helping her with that.”

  I swallowed as guilt threatened to have me heaving on the walk path. “She’s smart and capable.”

  “That she is. Listen, I was wondering if you’d like to play 18 holes this Saturday?”

  “Love to.” I had never played golf until Henry took me out on the links. I’d met Henry at a bereavement group I attended after my wife died. My doctor recommended the group because I was having difficulty managing my mixed emotions over my wife’s death. Yes, I felt sad and grieved for her. But there had also been a sense of relief, and because of that, guilt. I was even more royally fucked up then.

  Henry took me under his wing. “Golf requires focus, it will get your mind off things,” he’d told me. “And you can let out your frustrations.”

  He’d been right, and over the course of the last four years, we’d played regularly. During our time together, he helped me get my mind and my business on the right path. Chances were my great-grandkids, if I ever had any, would be able to live off my fortune too thanks to Henry’s guidance.

  And what had I done? I’d fucked his daughter with one of my company’s dildos on my desk. I was such an asshole.

  “Great. Meet you at eight?”

  “I’ll be there.”

  I clicked off the phone and considered jumping in the pond and drowning myself. Not really, but the thought crossed my mind. I was in a seriously bad place. I wasn’t a perfect man, but I knew I was better than wanting to fuck my best friend’s daughter. I had to hope to hell Leah would take the hint and stay away from me until I could get my shit back in order.