Daddy's Dirty Boss

Still, I guessed that was a good thing.

I finished my porridge and told them I was so excited by all the things I could do for the cat sanctuary. And then I risked it. Risked the first escape alibi.

“I guess I should head on round there quick sharp and get the plans started,” I told them. “Do you think Miles would be ok with that? I mean it is very soon and on a Sunday…”

Both of them nodded. Nodded and smiled.

“I’m sure he’d be just fine with that,” Dad said, and I felt like the worst liar I’d ever felt like in my life.

But I needed this. Both Miles and I needed this. Needed each other, and there was no way Mum and Dad would accept it any other way.

“I might be out quite a while,” I said, and put my porridge bowl in the dishwasher.

“Just make sure you get something properly to eat if you are out all day,” Mum said, and the rush of relief was huge as I realised this really was going to be the alibi of the century.

Plus, I also got to run a cat charity auction. Everyone’s a winner.

I made the most of the opportunity of a Sunday to ping Miles a message to say I was on my way for the day, then jumped in the shower to make myself ready. I really was still tender down below, and was careful as I soaped myself, belly already fluttering to think of the pounding I was going to be taking. The gifts he’d promised would stretch me so hard.

This was the first day I didn’t dress up in my uniform. I wore a nice little skirt, fitting tight to the knee, with a striking blue buttoned-up top which brought out the blue of my eyes so nicely. I straightened my hair, and put some natural makeup on, and made sure my white knickers were nice and lacy.

I felt like quite a grown up when I called goodbye to Mum and Dad in the garden and made my way across town. The sun was nice on my face, and my low heels made a nice clack on the pavement, and it felt good. Felt right. Felt like the most natural I’d ever felt in my own skin, growing into my own future.

I didn’t feel quite so solid and calm when Mr Gorgeous opened his front door with the trademark filthy smirk on his face that I was coming to expect from him. It made my skin prickle, such a shiver as I stepped on past into his hallway and got a whiff of his aftershave. I could have eaten him up. Licked him all over. Smelled him, and touched every part of him and pressed my body tight against his from top to toe.

“They believe you’re having a long day plotting out a charity auction, then?” he asked, and made me one of his yummy posh coffees.

“They sure do,” I grinned. “They’re well aware it’s going to take a really long time over the next few weeks. I’ll probably be quite a fixture over here, I imagine.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” he said. “A decent charity auction is going to take some serious organisation. It’s a good job we’re both very committed to the job at hand.”

I couldn’t resist it anymore. I closed the gap between us in the kitchen with my coffee still in my hands, and looked him up and down, needing him next to me.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for days,” I told him. “I find it so hard to think about anything else. Anything other than being here with you. Loving all the dirty things you do to me.”

“I’m glad you’re so eager to take what you’re given,” he said. “I do love a girl who knows where the pleasure lies in pushing her own boundaries.”

I do love a girl.

I wish he would say it. Those three magic words on their own.

I wish he’d cross that line and scream it from the rooftops so the whole town could hear, including my parents.

But I couldn’t ask him for that. It was too much.

Too much for him to risk with the carnage it could bring down on his business and the life and reputation he’d built up here for so long.

Too much craziness for him to step into, throwing away such good friendships over such a long time.

I was lost in a world of my own, my eyes slowly rolling up and down his body as his thumb reached out to brush my cheek.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he said with a smile, and I wished I could confess it all. What I truly wanted.

I just couldn’t be so selfish to the man I loved.

“I was just thinking how excited I am to see the gifts you’ve promised me,” I said, and it wasn’t exactly lying. I had definitely been giving them more than their quota of thought time for days on end.