by Amy Brent
I felt my breathing become short while I tried to resituate myself, and I could see a few people staring at me oddly from the corner of my eye. I backed myself up from the camera and settled into the shadows, away from everyone’s prying eyes before I shoved my hand down my pants and pulled my pulsing cock up against my body.
Soon, Bridget’s moaning and panting could be heard all across the studio, and Ben began to thrust into her while her tits bounced in his face. His lips were everywhere on her, and a twinge of jealousy bubbled in my stomach, and I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep from calling out to her. His hands planted beside her head, and her eyes screwed shut in fake ecstasy. It reminded me of how angelic she looked, coming all over my fingers in that bathroom stall this past weekend.
I felt the tip of my dick begin to leak with desire for her, and I turned myself around before I repositioned myself in my pants again.
“All right, let’s wrap it up,” the director called out.
Bridget’s moans got louder, and I could hear Ben’s hips snapping against hers. The covers fell away from their bodies, and I could see the thin lining covering her pussy. I bet it was soaking wet and smelled of the scent I couldn't get out from underneath my nose. I bet that man had no idea how lucky he was to be in the position he was with her right now.
I felt my balls starting to hang low with need, and I knew I’d have to take care of myself later, whenever I could pull away from her long enough.
Their bodies fell to the bed, and the director called cut. I breathed a sigh of relief while Bridget gathered the covers and yanked them around her body. She stood to her feet and began looking around the room, and a bubble of pride welled in my chest when I realized she was looking for me.
I stepped out of the shadows and raised my hand, and she came walking over to me while she had nothing but the sheet covering her naked body.
Fuck.
“So, how do you think it went?” she asked.
“That was fucking hot,” I said.
“Wait, seriously?” she asked. “That’s still okay for you to say?”
“Bridget, what I meant with our conversation this weekend is that I think it’s unprofessional for us to have sex. I didn’t mean it as an attack on you, or that I didn’t enjoy myself, because I really did. But with me being under your employ, it just isn’t right. Not right now.”
“I know, I know. And I’m sorry for the way I snapped at you in the store yesterday. It wasn’t right. I was just, I don’t know what I was, really. Crazy, I guess.”
“Hey, everyone has their moments. But really, the scene was steaming. People are gonna love it.”
“Did you love it?” she asked.
“There’s a reason I stepped back into the shadows,” I said, grinning.
“Yes! Perfect! All right, time for me to go get changed so we can get out of here, and you can get home.”
The ride back from the scene was much more relaxing. We talked a bit about the party and what time she wanted me to arrive on Saturday, and then she launched into what the movie was about. It was a story about an assassin running from her past who falls in love with a man who helps her confront it head-on. I had to admit that it was a love story I’d probably go watch.
“Well, if you’re my bodyguard long enough, you’ll just come to the premier,” she said.
I got her safely into her home before I went to pick up Lacey. I was always excited to hear about how her days were going, especially since we had gone almost a full week to school without the teachers having to call me to come get her. She ran into my arms like she always did, and I swung her around, planting kisses on her cheeks while she squealed and tried to wiggle away from my grasp.
“Daddy! That tickles!”
“I’ve got you,” I said.
“Daddy! Stop! I can’t breathe!”
She was giggling so hard she couldn’t catch her breath, so I buckled her into her car seat, and we started home.
“We didn’t get to go outside today because it rained.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Did it rain for long?”
“Just long enough to cancel outside time,” she said, pouting.
“Well, what else did you get to do?” I asked.
“Well, we got to play with paints! That was awesome, and I was really careful not to get any on my clothes. See?”
She spread her arms out for me, and while I could see mustard stains from her sandwich, I saw nothing that indicated she’d spilled any paint on her.
“Way to go, Lacey. I’m proud of you.”
“And we played with blocks, and Leo and Tracy took a nap with me again. We kept giggling and playing with Cheerios while Mrs. Tottle wasn’t looking.”
“Sounds a little mischievous,” I said. “You sure you shouldn’t be sleeping?”
“I don’t wanna sleep! It’s less time to see my friends. We also played with dolls, too. Oh! And I cooked a pizza!”
“You cooked a pizza, huh?” I asked. “Well, how does pizza sound for dinner?”
“Best dinner ever,” she said.
“So, would you say you liked your day today?”
“Daddy, I loved my day today. Just like I love you.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
We got home, and I promptly ordered the pizza. Extra cheese for my little girl and a three-meat for myself. We sat on the couch, and she told me about her day while showing me what she’d learned. She pulled out drawings where she had labeled her colors, and she showed me how she was learning to spell her name. I pulled her in for a hug and told her how proud of her I was.
When she was younger, she had a developmental delay. Her speech had been very behind, and many of her preschool teachers didn’t think she would be ready for kindergarten on time. It broke my heart to watch children her age try to interact and play with her, only to walk away when they got frustrated that she couldn't talk. She spent night after night crying in my lap, and that was when I decided we were going to try a different route.
We were going to make this work.
I put up index cards that named everything in the house, and we worked relentlessly on sentences. I bought her a tablet and put educational games on there to reinforce the same things I was trying to teach her. Little by little, she started to catch on. Babbling became words, and words became choppy sentences, and soon, she had gone from not being able to talk at all to knowing her colors, numbers, and the entire alphabet before she started school.
I was so proud of my girl, and she was doing it all without that pathetic excuse for a mother she was born to.
The doorbell rang, and Lacey went running across the house. I’d never seen a child who loved pizza as much as she did, but when she got to the door, she waited for me to get there. I’d taught her to never open the door by herself, even if I was there with her, and it brought a smile to my face when I realized the rule had finally sunk in.
I was protecting my little girl just like I needed to.
“One small extra cheese and one small three meat,” the deliver guy said.
“That’s us. Here you go. Keep the tip.”
“Thanks, man,” he said. “Have a good evening.”
We sat at the table and devoured our pizza while Lacey continued to talk about her day. I listened to her talk about a turtle the class would get and how awesome it was gonna be to pet its shell. She talked about how next week, they were taking their first field trip and that the paperwork was in her backpack, so I made a mental note to go through it after she had gone to bed. I watched my little girl eat almost her entire pizza, smiling with sauce all over her face.
“You done eating?” I asked.
“Uh huh,” she said.
“Why don’t you go start the bath, and I’ll be there in a second?” I asked.
And as she ran off to begin her own bath, I couldn’t help but wonder if she would like Bridget. Would the two of them get along? Would Bridget enjoy having Lacey around? Would Lacey like to meet Brid
get?
I shook the questions from my mind, however, when Lacey called out for me.
“I can’t find the bubbles!”
My heart lifted with joy at the sound of her voice barreling through the house. No matter what happened, I would always have my little Lacey, and that was enough for me.
“I’ll be right there, sweetheart!”
Chapter 11
Bridget
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a celebrity who runs so many of her own errands,” Thomas said.
“Yeah, well, I don’t always have my nose in the clouds,” I said. “I like a bit of normalcy.”
“Don’t you get tired? I mean, you have that massive house. If I owned that house, I’d never leave it.”
“You saying I’m spoiled, Thomas?” I asked.
“If anything, I’m saying you’re not taking enough advantage of the perks of being you.”
We were riding around today, finishing up some errands I had to do, and the conversation flowed easily between us. I kept watching the clock, thinking about his daughter and how she would need to be picked up soon. The clock was nearing three, and I could see Thomas’s eyes darting nervously from the clock to the street and back again.
“Would you be all right with me meeting Lacey?” I asked.
He whipped his head around at my question, and it didn’t take him as long as I thought it would to answer.
“Of course. I think she’d really like you. Why?”
“Well, I don’t think we’re gonna make it back to your car for you to get her on time. We could just take this car to go get her, if you’d like?”
“That’s kind of you, but if anything, I can just call my parents and tell them to get her,” he said.
I didn’t blame him for not wanting me to meet his daughter. After all, he was guarding me for reasons I wasn’t comfortable telling him. The secret I held could really put his daughter in trouble if things went sour, but I really enjoyed Thomas and his company, and I knew he could keep us safe if something happened. Plus, the way he lit up whenever he talked about Lacey only increased my curiosity about her.
She was a very important extension of my employee, and since he was entangled with my life, I wanted to be entangled with his.
“I promise it’s no trouble,” I said.
“I’ll just have my parents pick her up, but you could come by tonight, if you’d like. Lacey’s a bit interesting until she eats dinner.
“Aren’t we all,” I said.
He called his parents and told them to get her while we sat in traffic, waiting to get back to my house. When we finally pulled up, he helped me out, and I told him I could get the bags of stuff.
“Go home and feed that hungry kid,” I said. “Once I put all this stuff up, I’ll be on my way.”
“See you around five?” he asked.
“I’ll be there.”
I dragged everything inside and put it all away, and when I was done, it was a little past five. I ran upstairs and showered quickly to get the sweat off my body, and then I put on some comfortable jeans and silky little top before I headed back down to the car. Bernie was sitting downstairs waiting for me, sipping on a cup of tea he made himself. I was so thankful to have him around sometimes, carting me around wherever I went.
“You ready to go?” he asked.
“Whenever you’re done with your tea,” I said.
He took a long pull from his tea before he placed it in the sink, and then, off we went. I gave him Thomas’s address from his job application, and before I knew it, we were pulling up into his driveway. I recognized his car instantly before I saw the “Jeffries” sign on his mailbox, and I couldn’t get over how cute his home was. It had a dark blue exterior with white shutters, and a small, wrap around porch housed rocking chairs that looked weather worn and absolutely adorable.
It was the perfect house to raise a little daughter in, and it made my heart melt.
I knew I was technically late, but I was sure that didn’t matter at this point. I got out of the car and told Bernie I’d call him when I needed him. I watched him back out before I made my way to the porch. Movement behind the frosted glass of the door caught my eye, and before I knew it, the door swung open, and Thomas was standing there.
In form-fitting jeans and a white shirt.
“Creepy,” he said, grinning. “You didn’t even call to ask for my address.”
“Ever heard of a job application?” I asked.
He chuckled a bit, rumbling my rib cage with the smooth sound of his voice, and just as I stepped into the home, a little girl with beautiful blonde hair came running around the corner and ran smack dab into my legs.
“Are you Bridget?” she asked.
“And you must be Lacey.” I crouched down so I could be eye level with her.
Thomas shut the door behind me, and she showed me a painting she was holding between her fingers.
“I’m making this for you,” she said.
“And it is absolutely beautiful,” I said. “Can I help?”
She took my hand and led me through the house. I caught a glimpse of Thomas just before we disappeared around the corner. I couldn’t really read the look on his face, but his eyes were watching us closely while we played. I helped Lacey paint her picture before we hung it up to dry. Then, she wanted to show me how she could build a tower with her blocks.
“I bet I can build a tower bigger than yours,” she said.
“You’re on,” I said, smirking.
We raced to build a tower, and Lacey stuck her little foot out to make mine fall. I feigned shock and tried to scramble to get my tower up, but when she crowned her tower with the last block, she ran around in triumph. I couldn’t help but laugh at her, and when she ran at me, I opened my arms for her, and we tumbled to the floor.
“Miss Bridget, you should come over more often,” she said.
I held the little girl close to me just as Thomas popped around the corner, and he shoved his hands into his jeans pockets while I ran my fingers through the little girl’s hair.
“That feels good,” she said.
“I’m glad. It always makes me feel good when someone does it.”
“Who runs their fingers through your hair?” she asked.
“All right, Lacey,” Thomas said. “Time for bed.”
“Dad, no,” she whined.
“Yes, young lady. You’ve already played through your bath time. We’ll take one in the morning before school. Now, off to your room. Get into your pajamas and brush your teeth, and I’ll be in there in a second to read you a bedtime story.”
“Could Bridget read it to me?” she asked.
I looked up at Thomas whose eyes were boring into mine. I had no idea what he was thinking, but in that very moment, I didn't care. If this little girl wanted me to read her a bedtime story, then that was what I would do.
“Of course, I will,” I said. “Go get ready and pick out a book.”
She got ready for bed, and I read her a story. All the while, Thomas stood and watched. I read it to her twice before she finally fell asleep on my shoulder, and I tucked her in before I kissed her forehead.
“Sleep tight, little Lacey,” I said lightly. “And know that you are loved.”
I walked out past Thomas, who shut her door behind me. All at once, I felt this urge to kiss him. He had been staring at me the entire time I was there, watching me interact with his daughter, but the vulnerability behind his eyes was shaking my knees. I was a grown, independent woman. If I wanted something, all I had to do was take it.
And I wanted to kiss Thomas, so I did.
I tugged on his white shirt, and his lips crashed down onto mine. His hand flew to the back of my head before we stumbled into the wall, and I could feel my lips swelling underneath the pressure of his touch. His hand blanketed me from the harshness of the wall, while his arms slipped tightly around my waist. Our tongues danced like licks of fire growing on a pile of embers.
My body wa
s heating up just for him, giving way with every swipe his tongue made against the roof of my mouth. But when I collapsed into his body, he didn’t push me away like I thought he would.
Instead, he picked me up and took me to his room.
Chapter 12
Thomas
I pulled her close to my body when I laid her down onto my bed. Her lips bit at every inch of skin I had available to her. I could see her perfect tits poking through the fabric of her bra, and all I wanted to do was rip every shred of fabric off her body and lay the tatters on my bedroom floor.
I leaned up and ripped my shirt over my head. Her hands made quick work of my jeans, and by the time we were finished and her body was bared to me, I leaned down and wrapped my lips around her nipple. She bit back a groan as my tongue circled her perfect nub, puckering harder under my ministrations before I pulled it between my teeth. Her legs parted easily for me, allowing me to slip against her heat and feel her wetness along my dick.
I crashed my lips back up to hers, and her fingernails raked down my back. I knew I wanted to feel that while she came all over my dick. I wanted her to dig so deep into my back that it left bruises for the next morning, just so I could remember the sweet, succulent woman I’d had in bed with me the night before.
