Married to my Dad’s Best Friend

He runs his fingers across my chest and down to my belly. “Oh yeah? Even after you went off to college and were surrounded by all those young, handsome law students? You don’t have to humor me. Surely I wasn’t on your mind then.”

My eyes flutter closed. It’s hard to concentrate on his words when he touches me like this, drawing lazy circles on my skin.

“Especially then. All I could think about after I left for college was you.”

He stops touching me and pulls me out of the trance his fingertips hold me in. I open my eyes. A shadow of a frown changes his features. He looks troubled.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I appreciate your honesty,” he says. I can tell he wants to say more, but he hesitates.

“Okay…”

“Now I want to be honest with you,” he continues.

My heart picks up speed. In my experience, whenever anyone wants to be honest with me, it’s rarely good. His face is hard to read, though. I don’t know whether he’s about to tell me good new or bad news, and I dread the latter.

“I need a favor,” he says finally.

I raise up on my elbow. He has my attention now. Could it be that he made a mistake hiring me, and he wants me to step down? Or maybe the apartment is too expensive, and I should move? Or maybe this…I don’t know what it is, romp in my office, has disqualified me from employment here and he needs me to resign without fuss.

He reaches out and rubs between my eyebrows. “Where’d you go?” he laughs, smoothing the tension that’s settled in my face. “I far prefer you relaxed, Savanna.”

He puts a hand on my chest, gently pushing me back to the couch. He rubs the back of his hand back and forth across his cheek, over my forehead and down the other cheek. My eyes flutter closed involuntarily, and he gently caresses over my eyelids. And though I’m still nervous about what he has to say to me, his touch calms me, almost puts me to sleep, actually. Goose bumps rise across my skin and I shiver as he runs his fingers up and down my neck now.

I’m getting turned on again, melting with his body heat. All of my nerves have dropped away, and I can’t even imagine news bad enough that would take away this feeling of total relaxation and submission. Whatever he’s about to say can’t be that bad when he’s touching me like this.

His hand slips down lower, brushing over the swell of my pussy, lightly tickling me there, but not going lower, lower where I want his touch. He laughs, low in his throat, as I tilt my hips, hoping to move his fingers where my body’s screaming for attention. Finally his finger slides down my cleft, still wet from his cum. He glides so easily up and down, and every time he rubs over my clit, it’s like a jolt of lightening goes through me. His eyes are so intense, watching my every reaction, and I can see he’s getting turned on too. I can feel his cock against my leg growing harder. He knows exactly where to touch me to drive me wild. How much pressure to apply to make my eyes roll in the back of my head. He plunges his fingers inside me. My back arches, ass comes off the couch. How does he know exactly where that spot is, the one that makes everything go dark and glow at the same time? My moans fill the office.

I’m almost there. I feel it coming. He presses harder on that certain spot. Whether I want to or not, I can’t stop the climax.

“I need you to marry me,” he says.

My eyes spring open just as my orgasm roars through me. My brain is rattled. I can hardly think straight as my breath comes out of me in gasps.

Maybe it was a lack of oxygen to my brain that made me think I heard that. He didn’t just ask me to marry him, did he? How can that be right? It doesn’t make any sense. Not at all.

I stare at him blankly, blinking, waiting for him to speak again. It takes him a while before he does. “I need a wife, Savanna. Even if it’s a pretend one. It’s the only way my new partner will sign up to this firm. I’ve made a mess of things, but after the merger is complete, we can work it all out. You won’t need to stay married to me. But if you don’t agree to this before Mr. Sapline arrives, I may just lose the firm. I may lose everything.”

I continue to stare at him. I understand the words coming out of his mouth, but the meaning, well, this just can’t be right. “Is that why you hired me? Is that what all of this,” I wave a hand at our naked bodies, “is all about?”