Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies Collection

I nod and follow her inside. We walk through the enormous mudroom leading into the kitchen. It’s barely lit, but the room carries natural light with the white marble flooring and cabinets. “Dad?” she calls out, her voice echoing off the bare walls.

“In my office, Princess.”

How cute. His childhood endearment for her. I wonder what he’ll call me when I get him under me—over me—deep inside me.

We enter his lavish office, and I spot him sitting behind a large wooden desk. “Hey, you better not be working. You promised no work this weekend.” He’s holding a glass of brown liquid as he stands, ready to greet his daughter. It’s then he sees me.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were bringing…Violet. Hello. I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Dad, I told you she was coming home with me so she didn’t have to stay at school all by herself.” His eyes bore into mine. He’s fighting it. He does

n’t want his little girl to catch him checking out her roommate. I know he’s imagining the last time he saw me. Exposed, all for him. Licking my lower lip, I suck it into my mouth and take a step forward, reaching my hand out.

“Hi, Mr. Winters. Thanks for having me.”

He stalls for a fraction of a second before clearing his throat and placing on a kind smile, extending his hand to shake mine. As our skin touches, there’s no hiding that naughty spark of desire. I offer him a tender shake, and when I release, my thumb brushes the inside of his palm. If he’s smart, he’ll get my message. I want him. I know he wants me too.

He breaks our connection, guilt washing away the forbidden lust in his eyes. Wrapping Hazel in his arms, he kisses the top of her head. “Missed you. Welcome home.”

“Missed you too, Dad. Have you been staying out of trouble since I’ve been gone?”

If so, that’s about to change.

“Terribly lonely without my little girl here is more like it. How was the drive? Have you two eaten?”

Hazel breaks away. “No. I’m starved! Can we go to Sorvino’s? School’s lacking a real pizza place. I’m in dire need of a good slice of pepperoni pizza and garlic bread.” He gazes down at his daughter, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Sure, baby girl. Anything for you.”

“Oh my God! This is so good!” Hazel moans, then takes another bite, stretching the cheese until it snaps and falls onto her chin. Mr. Winters laughs, handing her a napkin. She wipes the sauce off her chin, and he leans back in his seat across from us. Taking a sip of his beer, he then rests his arms along the back of the booth.

“How’s school, girls? Fill me in on what you’re studying.” With two beers in him, he’s loosening up. Hazel has a mouth full of pizza, so I take the opportunity to lead the conversation.

“It’s going great. We just finished up our midterms. Nailed ’em. Hard.” I lean into the table, propping my breasts up and capturing his attention. “What did you study in college, Mr. Winters?”

“Oh no, don’t get my dad started on his success stories,” Hazel chimes in, and she and her dad share a laugh. He takes another sip of his beer before answering.

“I went to Northwestern. Studied International business. Then got my master’s in finance. I spent a lot of time and hard work to get where I am. One day, you both will be as successful.”

Hazel huffs. “No way. I have no interest in working day and night. A simple teaching degree will do just fine for me.” The buzzing of her phone grabs her attention, and she jumps in her seat. “No way!” Excitement explodes across her face. “Sorry guys, I have to take this. I think it’s this guy from school.” She scoots toward me, and I slide out of the booth to let her out. Light on her feet, she disappears down the hallway toward the bathrooms. Instead of sliding back into my seat, I see an opportunity and make my move, slipping my phone out of my back pocket.

“Mr. Winters, wanna see what we’ve done with our place?” I slide into the seat next to him, my skirt hiking up, allowing my bare thigh to brush against his. Pleasure surges through me when his eyes dip to my bare flesh, lingering longer than appropriate.

My flirtatious giggle snaps him out of his trance, and he rips his eyes away. “We really decorated the room since the last time you saw it. I think you’re gonna love it.” I lean closer, my arm grazing his. and I open my photos app and begin scrolling through my pictures while he attempts to keep his distance.

“Wow, you two have been busy,” he says, his voice hoarse. When he leans forward to get a better look at the photo of Hazel and I smiling in our work out gear, his cologne wafts through my nostrils, and I struggle to play nice.

I scroll through the album I intentionally made for him. “We turned this corner into our yoga area.” I swipe to another one. “This is our snack area. So we don’t make a mess of the room.” Another swipe. When the photo comes into view, I feel his body go rigid. “Oh—oops, sorry. You shouldn’t see that one.” I giggle, taking longer than necessary to scroll past the selfie of myself naked and spread wide in front of our floor mirror.

Mr. Winters coughs into his fist, making a poor attempt to gather himself by clearing his throat. “Looks good,” he says, his voice strained as he adjusts his posture. This is a bold move, even for me, but I can’t stop now. I reach under the table and slide my hand up his thick thigh. He jolts at my unexpected touch, his muscles tightening under my hold.

“Jesus, what are you doing?”

His reaction gives me the courage I need, and I slide higher. He jerks, his hand diving under the table, grabbing mine and stopping me from reaching his cock. “What’s wrong, Mr. Winters? Did I do something wrong?” I ask, biting my lower lip. I adjust my thighs, no shame at the wetness building. I knew finally getting to touch him would have this effect on me.

“Violet, please remove your—”

“Anyone need anything else? Refills?” The waitress interrupts. Mr. Winters doesn’t make a move to pull his hand away, avoiding any unwanted attention under the table.