Chapter 8
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Matt
One of the things I always enjoyed about Connor’s fundraisers was that everyone expected me to be out mingling as much as supervising the kitchen. This gave me an opportunity to let two of my most promising sous chefs take on more responsibility for the evening and see how they did.
My agent also had let it slip that due to the press loving that a celebrity was doing something local, my book sales had spiked yet again.
But this time the media aspect and the socializing was a bit awkward. Since this was Julia’s first time being old enough to attend, and helping her father, Connor made a big deal of having her front and center.
I knew Julia was quite nervous about her father finding out, and the evening of his big event was not the time to spring something like this, so although we frequently caught each other’s eyes for a smile and wink, we didn’t reveal anything more.
I was already secure enough in our relationship that I didn’t need it to be on display.
The food was perfect, the entertainment was brilliant, and they broke last year’s record for donations by over ten percent.
Connor absolutely forbade me to make a monetary donation, so I always managed to sneak in a few friends who delivered checks on my behalf from numbered corporations he would never bother to investigate. I kept the amounts low and random so that he wouldn’t become suspicious.
At the end of the night, Connor was distracted with some of his old friends, and I saw the perfect opportunity to hint at the fact that his daughter and I were becoming friendly.
I went over to where Julia was slumped in a chair beside him. “Hey, Connor. Great night, as always. I’m just about to leave, and I noticed that Julia is looking sleepy. I have the car tonight — shall I run her home?”
Connor jumped to his feet to shake my hand. “Thanks so much, Matt. For everything.”
“Anything for my very first partner.” I held my hand out to Julia. “Why don’t I get you home?”
“Thank you,” she murmured, taking my hand, but releasing it as soon as we began to walk toward the door. “Are you nuts?” she whispered.
“I’m just showing him that we’re friendly,” I said, waving casually at a few people I knew, but not breaking stride. “Him seeing us together a few times will soften the blow.”
The second we were outside, Nathan jumped out of the car, holding the door for Julia. “Where to, Mr. Swansea?”
“Julia’s house. But take a scenic route so it’s at least half an hour.”
“Absolutely, sir. I’ll put on some pleasant music for you.”
Julia gave me a strange look as I put the partition up, and light jazz began to play in the car. It was noticeably louder in the front section than ours.
“It’s to give us complete privacy,” I explained. “I want to take you to my place, but it’s too soon. We can’t very well go to your bedroom. We could go to a hotel, but some friend of your father might see us.”
“What are you talking about?” She giggled. “I don’t know what—”
I interrupted her with a deep, soul-stirring kiss. Her fingers gripped the front of my shirt and her soft moans turned my cock to granite.
Pulling her into my lap with her legs stretched out straight across the seat, my hand slipped up the skirt of her pretty green dress. “Should I stop?” I asked, toying with the edge of her silky panties.
“Never.”
Her saucy grin made my pulse quicken, warmth radiating through both of us as my fingers slipped in. Her smooth, naked skin was already damp as I slid into her center.
What a strange thrill, that she was already completely aroused for me. Knowing that she trusted me and wanted more made my feelings for her absolutely surge.
Spreading her thighs, her left leg slid off the seat as she wrapped her arms around my neck to hold herself in my lap. Now that she was wide open, my fingertips circled every inch of her tender flesh, watching those beautiful blue eyes as I explored.
When I dragged my rough finger across her swollen clit, she shivered in my arms. I loved how sensitive she was.
I ran my finger through her wet crease, then around her nub, slowly, over and over. Kissing her gently at first, she caressed my tongue with hers, grabbing desperately at my collar as she moaned.