Daddy's Dirty Boss

Just as well I had Holly coming over to keep the curtain over the true reality of the situation.

As if on cue, she knocked on the back door and came marching on in, and the spell was intact, both of them saying hello to her before we headed on upstairs and out of earshot.

“Shit,” she said when we were safely in my bedroom. “That looked pretty tense down there.”

“They think I’m hooking up with Stephen from work,” I told her, and she laughed.

“They’d be looking a damn sight more pissed if they knew who you really were hooking up with. He’s one of their super best friends, right? As well as your dad’s boss?”

I nodded, and she laughed again.

“Wow. It’s gonna get real damn messy if that shit comes out.”

She wasn’t joking. It would get insanely damn messy if that shit came out, which was why it was so crazy important it never did. For everyone’s sake, not least Miles.

I pulled my uniform back out from the rear of the wardrobe and Holly gave a weird little whistle.

“Really does like the schoolgirl thing, then? Those porn vids weren’t lying.”

I shot her a wicked glance as I stripped out of my work stuff. “No, they weren’t lying. But there’s more.”

I’m sure my grin must have been bright enough to scorch when I leaned right up close to her and told her about the things he wanted.

I told her about the way he wanted me to strain to take him inside me, and how he liked that. Liked me being tight and having to try so hard to fit him all the way in.

How he wanted me to be a naughty girl who was hurting but begging for it, like a filthy little slut.

Her mouth was wide open when I stopped talking, eyes wide to match.

“Jeez, Faith,” she whispered. “That’s one seriously edgy guy you’re getting involved with. You really sure it’s what you want?”

I didn’t need to answer that question, my grin said it all.

“Wow,” she said. “You’re up for weirder shit that I am. I’d be over and out at that crap.”

But I wasn’t over and out. Not even close, and wouldn’t ever be.

“I’ve got until university,” I told her, before grabbing a towel for the shower. “I’m planning on making the most of it.”

“By taking his whole fucking fist up your pussy? Sounds like quite a summer holiday.”

I laughed out loud at that and so did she, and then I showered. Showered and shaved and shampooed, and made myself as ready as I possibly could do for Mr Lindon and our first night of us. Officially us. Even if it was only temporary.

Once again Holly helped me get ready and hide my outfit under my bulky coat. Once again I was so grateful as she helped me out onto the street without Mum and Dad knowing anything was different.

She parted from me sooner this time, with a big warm hug before she went on her way.

“Have a great time,” she said. “I really do hope you enjoy the freak and his dirty games.”

“I’ll keep you updated,” I laughed, and squeezed her back. “Thanks for everything.”

Her giggle was amazing as she pulled away. “Somehow I think there’s gonna be a whole lot more sneaking around the place to come this summer. I think I’ll be a regular addition to your escape plans.”

I waved her off, wishing with a sigh that there was some way in this crazy world that I could actually be a grown up in my family. A grown up who really was free to fall in love with a man and be free to do whatever she wanted. But no. There would be no way my parents would ever accept that. Especially not with Miles Lindon.

And that was sad. Sad enough that I’m sure my heart would be panging over it plenty in time to come.

But not tonight.

Definitely not tonight.Chapter Twenty-FourMilesI hadn’t done this in years. I felt like I was revisiting my foolish teenage self when that knock came at my front door, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

It was thrilling. Easily addictive.

She took a step back at the force at which I opened the door, and she was smiling her most beautiful smile, at full radiance to match the grin I was offering her.

“Come inside, princess,” I told her and she stepped on in.

I was well aware of the scent in the place. A pasta dish with the very finest spices, hopefully tasting even half as good as the effort I’d put into it.

“Yes,” I said, in response to her quizzical expression. “Believe it or not, I’m not expecting you to present yourself here and offer your pussy straight up for a pounding. I do enjoy your company as a sweet little conversationalist as well, you know.”