Forbidden Kiss (Carson Cove Scandals 1)

“Just a token of my appreciation—nothing more.” I smiled and gave him a nod in response.

It took a few minutes for Kara to round up everyone that wasn’t already gathered for our meeting. I filled the time with a few compliments for those that had been doing an exceptional job, another thank you to those that came in to work through the weekend when we had our emergency, and cracked a few jokes. The atmosphere didn’t seem to be as tense as Kara described, but there was a good chance that they were just afraid to show their concern. I had tried to relax things a little bit since I took over. My father wasn’t a difficult boss by any means, but the millennial generation expected a little more, and I tried to accommodate them.

“Okay I think that’s everyone.” I stepped forward and looked around the room. “Kara brought something to my attention, and I need to address it with everyone. I know some of you have concerns about my recent meeting with Alexis Devereaux…”

Yep, that sucked the energy out of the room really quick.

“First, let me assure you that her visit wasn’t scheduled—and I would never do business with her.” I made eye contact with a few people in the room. “I know a lot of you are here right now because her ex-husband took over the company you devoted your life to. That isn’t going to happen to Benson Enterprises—you have my word.”

I watched as people processed what I said. There were a few questions, and I answered them with ease. It seemed to be enough to quell the concerns and confirm that the job security they thought they enjoyed prior to seeing Alexis in my office would still provide the stability they needed to take care of their families. After I was sure everyone was okay with my explanation, I headed back to my office so that I could finish the rest of my work for the day. It was hard to focus on that with Taylor on my mind—I was looking forward to Saturday more than I had looked forward to a weekend in a very long time.

A couple of meetings and I can think about the weekend from the comfort of my own home.

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The next day

I woke up so early that the sun wasn’t even up yet—hell, it still had a couple of hours before it peeked through the clouds. I tried to force myself to go back to sleep, but I just couldn’t get my mind to shut down. I finally gave up and went downstairs so I could fix some coffee and watch television. I caught the tail end of a movie that I hadn’t seen in a while, so I finished it. The movie that came on after it was over kept me slightly entertained for a couple of hours, and then I went upstairs to shower and brush my teeth. I could feel the lack of sleep, even with caffeine in my veins, so I relaxed until I got a text message from Taylor—she was five minutes away.

I should have squeezed in a workout since I was up early—but then again, I think I’ll be getting one that puts my time in the gym to shame before the day is over.

“Good morning!” I opened the door as soon as Taylor parked in the driveway and smiled as she approached.

“I hope I’m not too early…” She looked up at me with concern on her face as she ascended the steps.

“No, you’re right on time.” I pulled her into my arms and immediately went for a kiss.

Feeling Taylor’s lips against mine was enough to purge the weariness I had from getting up early. My pulse started racing, and my heart began to beat in my ears. I pulled her into the house—and we made it to the couch before our passion really began to consume us. It wasn’t long before our shirts were off, her bra was hanging on the arm of the couch, and my lips were exploring her body. We definitely needed to take it to the bedroom soon, but we had a lot of fun on the couch the first night we were together, so I wasn’t in a hurry—we had all day.

“I missed you so much.” I pulled her close and kissed my way up to her ear.

“I missed you too…” She moaned, and goosebumps began to spread across her skin.

“I’m going to do so many things to you today,” I exhaled into her ear. “I’m going to kiss your ears—your neck—your breasts—and then I’m going to have a taste of what I’ve been craving since you left…”

“If you do that…” She moved her hand up my thigh and squeezed my cock through my pants. “I’m going to get down on my knees and make you come.”

We continued whispering dirty things to each other as I unfastened Taylor’s jeans and started to play with her pussy. It was already wet—and I wanted a taste so fucking bad. I shifted her jeans down her hips, and her panties slid with them. Our lips met for another kiss, which caused me to get temporarily distracted, but feeling her lips against mine was worth it. I finished removing her jeans, along with her panties, and stared at the sight of her beautiful curves before I started to devour them—every swirl of my tongue—every tease against her skin—brought me closer to the paradise that I craved. I teased her inner thighs, forced her legs apart, and heard her moan as my tongue got dangerously close to her clit—but then she put a hand on my shoulder and sat up suddenly.

“What was that?” She looked at me with concern on her face.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I heard something…” She reached down and grabbed her shirt. “It was a car door.”

“Really?” I lifted off the couch and adjusted my clothes before walking to the window—my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. “Oh fuck! It’s Dylan!”

“Where do I go?” Taylor’s voice was panicked, and she started frantically gathering up her clothes.

“Uh—there!” I pointed to the bathroom. “I’ll tell him there’s a problem with it and send him to the west wing of the house if he needs to go.”

Taylor picked up all of her clothes and dashed into the bathroom—the door slammed right before Dylan started walking towards the house. I had no idea why he was home—but judging by the duffel bag he was carrying, it looked like he was planning to stay with me for the weekend. It wasn’t uncommon for him to come home, but he usually called first—hell, he normally let me know at least a week in advance in case I had something going on at work. I thought about meeting him at the door but decided to make it seem as nonchalant as possible. I grabbed my tablet, sat down in one of the chairs in the living room—and spotted Taylor’s panties peeking out from under the couch. I barely had time to stuff them into my pocket before the front door opened and my son walked in.

“Dylan?” I tried to keep a calm expression and pretend to be totally surprised—like I didn’t already know he was walking up to the door. “I didn’t know you were coming home this weekend.”

“Hey Dad.” He walked into the living room and tossed his duffel bag on the couch. “Sorry I didn’t call—it was kind of a last minute thing. One of my high school buddies wants to get the gang together—he’s proposing to his girl and we’re all friends, so he wanted us there.”

“Ah.” I stood up and put down my tablet so I could give him a hug. “Welcome home.”