“It went great,” I replied. “We did a lot of financial analysis, some workups for clients, and I met a lot of the other staff.”
“That’s so great, honey,” he said. “What’s your boss’s name?”
“Oh, uh, Rick. Rick Tanner.” I slapped myself in the forehead. Should have been prepared for that question. “But he’s barely ever there.”
“They usually aren’t.” He laughed.
“How’s Mom?” I wanted to change the subject drastically, since I was feeling overwhelmed by guilt for lying.
My father had always been one of the hardest-headed people I ever met, but he was also the biggest family man I had ever seen as well. He and I had been really close through the years, especially once he realized I was more like him and nothing like my mother, except for the way she looked. We were both dark-haired beauties, as my dad like to call us. I knew he was proud of me, but I felt absolutely terrible for lying to him. If he found out, he would be so hurt. I didn’t have a lot of close relationships, and damaging ours would be devastating.
“She’s good,” he sighed. “You know, being your mother.”
“Is the new cook making good meals?”
“Your mother fired him his second day,” he said. “She’s a tough one.”
“No kidding,” I scoffed.
“Well, kiddo,” he said. “I’m going to head to bed. Just wanted to check in on you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I replied, smiling. “Have sweet dreams.”
“You, too.”
I got off the phone and looked down at it, shaking my head at both his wit and my guilt spilling out everywhere. Well, I guess I had to make my own decisions at some point, and that point was now. I tossed my phone to the side and stretched, realizing how alone I was in the apartment. Tanner had just been there, pressing his body against mine, moving his lips over my skin, and letting me know just how much he wanted my body. As I sat there thinking about what could have been, the heat rose again in my stomach. If only I had asked him to stay, we would be rolling around on my bed in throes of passion right now. Instead, I was sitting here, thinking about rolling around in the bed, and he was on his way back to his place.
I got up, deciding bed was probably my next best course of action since I was feeling pretty tipsy and self-serving at that moment. I took off all my clothes and climbed in under the covers, lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and imagined Tanner there in my bed, his hands moving up and over my body. I could almost feel every one of his fingers caressing my thighs and pushing down against my wet mound. I sighed and slid my hand down my belly and through my folds, rubbing my clit with my palm. Immediately, fire went through my belly, and I knew I wasn’t getting out of this without an orgasm. I took my other hand and sucked on two of my fingers, rubbing them down and then pushing them inside of myself. I moaned softly enough that only I could hear it and then went back into my head where Tanner was underneath the covers.
He moved his head up my legs and hovered over my pussy, his breath hot against my wetness. I reached up out of the covers and into the drawer of my nightstand. I pulled out a medium-sized pink vibrator and clicked it on, rubbing it softly against my nub, pretending that it was Tanner’s tongue. I tore the blankets off me and spread my legs wide, leaning my head back and moaning loudly as the pulsating action of the rubber head bounced softly against me. I pushed down on it, sliding it downward and inside of me, wanting to prolong the feeling of building pressure even though I could come right then if I wanted to.
I began to fuck myself with the vibrator, sitting up slightly in the bed and wrapping my whole hand around it as I plunged it deep and hard inside of me. I imagined Tanner there, his hard muscles flexing as he thrust his hips over and over against me, his cock sopping wet from my juices. I moaned loudly, turning myself on by the sounds coming from my own throat, picturing him there doing it to me, as hard and fast as he could. I slipped the vibrator out and back up to my clit, rubbing it in circles, wishing I had more than one. Wishing even more that I had Tanner there to do it for me. I leaned back against the bed, wanting to feel the buildup nice and slow, imagining that I was getting ready to come all over his cock. I reached out with one hand and grabbed the bed as I used the other hand to control the vibrator.
The rubber on the head was smooth and slick from my wetness, and it easy slipped back and forth over my hard nub,
while swooping down and moving deep inside of me where it vibrated against my walls. I closed my eyes once again and imagined Tanner fucking me so hard he was ready to explode. I gripped the bed next to me imagining him thrusting deep and holding it there. I pulsed the vibrator inside of me, pretending it was his cock, exploding, and pumping his hot seed while pleasure ran through his body. The vision in my head was too much for me to hold on any longer. I pulled the vibrator out and flipped myself onto my knees reaching back and rubbing it hard against my clit. I arched my back as the pleasure began to spread, my body erupting in orgasm as I pushed the dildo in and out, over and back, allowing every single part of my body to feel the sensation.
I screamed loudly, grabbing my nipple and twisting it as the erotic feeling of release flushed through every part of my body. I sat there for several minutes, unable to move, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me and causing me to shake and tremble. When my body began to relax, I turned the knob and dropped the vibrator into the bed, collapsing onto my stomach and groaning in defeat. God that felt so good. If only it were Tanner’s doing. Instead, I opened my eyes and remembered that the house was quiet, and he was on his way back to his place. How depressing to be twenty-five and have your Dad cock-block you.
I thought that would have satisfied me, help me give up on the idea of having Tanner like I wanted to, but as I lay there thinking about him, I realized nothing but his cock was going to satiate this lust.
Chapter 7
Tanner
Normally, I was excited to see Monday. It meant work was going to get done, people would be more responsive to answering their phones, and the company could stop pausing and move forward. However, after spending my entire weekend thinking about nothing more than the fact that I could have nailed the hell out of Ava, but I didn’t, I was feeling drained and worn down. The upside to it all was I had plenty of meetings to keep me busy all day. The downside was, the first meeting of the day was an executive meeting talking about the upcoming company events, and I was sitting right across from Ava. She looked tired but gorgeous as always, having done her makeup and hair and wearing the perfect business attire. She always looked the part to a tee, something that was more important than people realized. I didn’t mind because her clothes were tight and form fitting, and I could see her perfect curves.
As the head of HR talked to the crowd, I glanced up from my notes at Ava who was sitting across the table from me. She was leaned forward, and I had a perfect shot of her amazing cleavage. She looked so damn sexy, it was insane. She glanced up at me and swatted me with a piece of paper, her mouth curled up in a smirk and her eyes wide. I chuckled and looked around, making sure no one was paying attention. Ava then turned back to the HR director who started talking about the charity event this weekend. It was a polo match in Greenwich, and they were hoping employees would come and show support since our company was sponsoring it. That was perfect for me because that meant I could spend time with Ava at an actual event outside. However, as she turned around, she didn’t seem to share the same enthusiasm. She looked perplexed, almost stressed, and I furrowed my brow at her in curiosity. She shook her head and looked back down at the paper.
The rest of the meeting was slow and hard to get through, but I was more concerned with figuring out what was going on in Ava’s head. Was she worried that she was going to be there with me? Did she already make plans and not want to disappoint? Did she terribly hate polo? That last question made me chuckle to myself, wondering who did like polo besides the people who played it. I watched her face move back to normal as she continued to take notes, now not paying much attention to me at all. I wasn’t sure why, but it bothered me when she didn’t pay attention to me. I was like a child playing with his crush during school time, only I couldn’t get in trouble by the teacher because I was the head of the school.
When the meeting was over, I waited until everyone else had left, looking over at Ava in a way that told her I needed her to stay behind with me. She had acted so strangely when they talked about the polo match, and I wanted to find out what was up. I hoped it didn’t have anything to do with me or with what happened between us on Friday night. She was important to the future of the company, and if I had screwed up, I wanted to make it right. She stood up and smiled at me.
“What’s up?” She was trying to act like nothing was wrong, but I could see right through it.
“When they talked about the polo match, you looked a little bit upset,” I said. “Is it me? I can stay home if it's something you want to go to.”
“What? No.” She chuckled. “My parents go to the polo match every year, and I’d already told them I would go with them. I mean, I don’t really have a choice since they don’t know I work for MJ. I either have to go with them or not at all.”