like teenagers but it doesn’t feel like anything I’ve done before. He actually fucks me through the thin fabric between us. And oh, God, it’s like he’s reading my mind.
“If you’re on fire for me now…” he says, and I roll my eyes back and feel my muscles tensing, my thighs shaking uncontrollably. “Then wait till I fuck your brains out. You’ll motherfucking burn, baby.”
“Oh, I’m so close…” I whimper, and his hard, swollen cock is quarter-deep inside me, even through his boxers. And it feels good, despite the slight burn of something thick invading my sex.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Come on daddy’s dick.” He grinds into me one last time and I see stars. I never understood that saying, but I literally squeeze my eyes so tight and come so hard that I see actual stars. The release comes in wave after wave, and I wonder if I’m experiencing multiple orgasms, and if I am, how the hell am I going to feel when he’s finally inside me?
Graham shudders and jerks, and I look up at him, eyebrows scrunched in question.
“You just made me come in my pants like a fucking high school kid.” His voice is low and serious and he’s got that facial expression he sometimes uses when Julio or our housekeeper, Nina, piss him off.
I can’t help it, I throw my head back and laugh and he smirks and shakes his head.
“There’s a first time for everything, I guess. Huh, Little Dolly?”
After a quick shower, I throw on some cut off jean shorts and a tight white t-shirt. I’m towel-drying my hair when I walk into Graham’s office downstairs. I’ve never cared much about his whereabouts before, on the contrary, I loved that he was out of the house and not here to distract me, but now I find myself thankful for the fact that he has the option to work from home. I just want to be near him even if we aren’t in the same room. He’s on the phone and doesn’t notice me right away, so I take advantage of the opportunity to watch him in his element. He’s such a fucking boss. He exudes power. His eyebrows knit in concentration and his expression is hard as he listens, seeming impatient, to whatever the person on the other end of the call has to say. He’s wearing a white, crisp dress shirt, unbuttoned, and smart black dress pants, his usual uniform.
Whoever he is speaking to, he ain’t happy.
“Do you want this in fucking sign language? I said I need it.”
There’s a beat of silence. He’s rubbing his palm against his forehead and I’m not sure if he’s listening to the other person on the line or simply trying not to explode into pieces of pure rage.
“I don’t give a fuck what you need to do, make it happen.”
He ends the call without another word and I giggle with my hip cocked, leaning against the door frame. Finally, he looks up and notices me. When he does, his hard expression doesn’t change, and damn if it doesn’t make him even hotter.
“Something funny?”
I saunter over to him, and he rolls his chair back from his desk, making room for me to straddle his lap, so that’s exactly what I do. Park my ass on his muscular thigh and wrap my arms around his neck, tugging at his tousled black locks. Short and soft, and cut in a way that leaves no room for doubt that this man is hot, rich and wants people to know it.
“Just seeing you get flustered while trying to handle people. You’re not much of a people person, you know that?”
His hands come around to squeeze and knead my ass.
“I handle you just fine,” he says close to my ear before sucking my earlobe between his teeth. True dat. I fight the urge to squirm in his lap and get to the reason why I’m in here.
“So, what did you need me to pick up? I hope it’s not a body. They look heavy on TV shows.” I try and joke, but truly, I’m a little hesitant about this. My stepfather has some ties with the mafia. I’m not sure how deep they run or how illegal his businesses are, but I know that he’s a bad man. Graham’s hands come back to settle on my hips, and his expression turns from ruthless to serious.
“I’m having the house rekeyed. I need you to pick up the locks.”
“What? Why are you changing the locks? Are we in some kind of danger?” As I said, Graham Savage is into some shady shit, but I never ask about what he does for a living. And he never rekeyed the house before.
“No, kiddo. I’d never let that happen. But, your mom and I… it’s time to end the charade.”
My eyes flare along with my nostrils and I start to panic. She hasn’t even been gone two days, and I’d already forgotten that she would be an issue. He’s kicking her out?! What did I think we were going to do, all three of us live happily ever after under the same roof? I know she’s a deadbeat mom, but she’s my deadbeat mother, and one of the three people I have in this world, Graham included. I’m already shaking my head in protest. This can’t happen. Not yet. She will find a way to ruin this. And no matter how much I dream about having a life of my own, I can’t let it go down like this. She won’t be winning any mother of the year awards any time soon, but she’s still my mom.
Graham grabs my cheeks with his huge warm palms and brings my face to his, running the tip of his nose against mine.
“Look at me, Doll. I know this is fast for you, but we both know what she’s doing right now and who she’s doing it with. She can stay in the pool house for now, and that is only as a courtesy to you, so don’t push me. God knows she spends the majority of the time in there, anyway. I have a condo lined up for her to move into at the beginning of next month, and then she can do whatever the fuck she wants. We’re telling your mom about us when she comes home and I don’t want her to have access to the house after she finds out. I’m not taking chances with your safety.”
Whoa, this is a lot to process. Up until now I didn’t even know what to think about my relationship with Graham. Or my new relationship with him, to be exact. Sure, it felt like a lot more than a fling, and it didn’t make much sense that he’d risk so many things just to nail his stepdaughter, but…this seems serious. The fact that he has already planned all this out tells me that he’s been thinking about it for quite a while. My stomach flips when it finally hits me that this is real. I’m falling for my step-dad and this feels a lot like commitment.
“Graham, this is ridiculous, she’s my mom.”
“Dolly baby, she’s the same woman who sent you to score some dope when you were fifteen years old behind my back. This kind of shit is the reason I stepped in.”
“She loves me in her own way,” I protest, clearing my throat, but I know that this is useless.