Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

I felt soft and warm against my fingers, and though they were moving in the exact same way as Conner’s did, it felt completely different. It wasn’t better or worse, it was just different and, surprisingly more intimate. I couldn’t deny that there was a part of me that felt like what I was doing was wrong, but I decided that part was stupid and quickly pushed those thoughts aside as my fingers moved in a circular motion against my clit.

Shockwaves of pleasure shot up through my body. Within seconds, I was dizzy and breathless, but I didn’t stop. I wanted more, and so did Conner. He wanted to know I made myself come, while thinking about him that night. Only then, he would make me his.

You can’t let him down Chloe.

So I slid my hand lower and dipped a finger inside myself, amazed at the velvety feel of my drenched pussy. I drew my finger out and slid it in again, imagining it was his massive cock. I bucked and rolled against my fingers as I drew lazy circles over my swollen clit with my own sweet juices. Thinking again of how big Conner must be, I spread my hips wider and slid a second finger deep into myself, allowing my body to adjust to the new sensation before I started to thrust in and out of myself. Withdrawing my slick fingers, I flicked the tips over my clit a few more times before my release. My back arched and my toes curled into the sheets underneath me.

The warmth—that delicious, maddening warmth—started to spread, making my limbs tingle and my chest tight. Finally, that heart turned to fire and my whole body exploded with the most delicious sensation. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out. I couldn’t risk my father knowing I was finger-fucking myself at the orders of his best friend.

Would that be fun to explain?

With a broad smile on my lips, I relaxed my arms and waited for my breathing to return to normal. As I enjoyed the amazing afterglow, I couldn’t help but imagine how the real thing would feel. After tonight, I was determined to find out.

CHAPTER EIGHT — CONNER

I dismounted my horse, Lucky, and tossed the reigns to Ian, my stable boy. Usually, I would take care of Lucky myself, but I had something more pressing to handle. With my phone in my hand and an annoying pain in my cock, I exited the stables and started walking toward the main building of my resort.

Asking Chloe to send me texts relaying her orgasms had been the most idiotic idea I had ever had. In only five days, she had gotten way too good in the art of sexting, and I was reaching my breaking point. With every message, I relived our time at the woods, and the simple memory of how tight and wet she had been for me was enough to make me wild with the need to make her mine.

Still, there was a part of me that felt an extreme weight of guilt, and for that reason I was holding back and keeping as much physical distance between us as humanly possible. However, after reading about her adventures with the shower head this morning and how she had called my name as she came, that bullshit was coming to an end.

We were consenting adults, and though I knew it was wrong, and she deserved better, I could now see no other option but to walk into her office, strip her naked, bend her over the desk and finally make her mine.

Like a man on a mission, I entered the reception area and made a beeline toward her open door.

“I’m done with these texts,” I said in a sharp, heated tone as I barged into her office.

Chloe’s eyes widened, and her face grew a little pale as she looked at me.

“Sorry, but I didn’t know where you were, and I had to run those numbers by you ASAP.”

My brows pulled together in confusion, and I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she was talking about. However, before a word came out, a throaty laugh I knew all too well filled the room and made the blood in my veins run cold.

Forcing a smile, I turned to the right and saw the scruffy face of my best friend. Shifting my position to hide my obvious boner, I tried to keep my voice casual as I asked, “What the hell are you doing here, Alex?”

He nodded toward Chloe with one of those silly fatherly smiles. “Came to talk to my little girl and I feel old. Just yesterday she was playing with dolls, and now she’s here, runnin’ your empire.”

My little girl, those words echoed in my mind, bringing me to reality and making me wonder what the fuck I was doing. Although I was perfectly aware that Chloe was Alex’s daughter, it took the look on Alex’s face and those three damned words for the seriousness of my betrayal to sink in. I felt like pure scum.

Alex had always been by my side. He had helped me turn the shitty piece of land my father left me into what it was today, stood by my side as my best man at my wedding and then, when I needed a friend the most, he stood by me at Quinn’s funeral. Hell, the guy helped me raise my son. He was my brother, my best friend, and one of a very small number of people in the world I actually cared about.

Like an asshole, I fingered his only daughter under a tree like a fucking high schooler.

You’re such a fucking DICK Conner.

Guilt and the self-loathing ripped through me, but I tried to keep my confident and carefree face in place as to not alert Alex. “She’s doing a good job at it, too. You should be proud.”

“And I am,” he assured me as he got up from the chair. “Of both of you, actually.”

His words were like a kick in the nuts, but I just chuckled and raised a brow as I would in any other situation.

“You, proud of me? That’s a first.”

Alex laughed and clasped his hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, it is. But Bumblebee tells me you’re a decent boss—a shock considering you’re a raging dick—and that makes me proud.”

Chloe reprimanded her father, but I just laughed—uncomfortably—and playfully showed him my middle fi

nger. This kind of teasing banter was our normal, after all, and right now, I desperately needed all to appear normal.