Happily Ever After With My Dad's Best Friend

I see movement outside my office and call out to her. “Ellen?”

Someone appears at the door and I look up to find not Ellen, but Cora. “Sorry,” she says. “I think Ellen stepped away for a second. Is there something I can help you with?”

So many things. None of them are appropriate. I manage to keep my eyes on her face, for which I think I should be given an award. “No, thank you. I need her to do some rescheduling for me since I’m going to try to spend the day working on revamping some new code.”

Cora comes further into my office. “The measurement interface?”

“How did you know?”

“My father mentioned that you wanted to work on it,” she says with that seductive little smile that I already feel like I know way too well. “He thinks it’s fine.”

Her tone makes me push for what she’s really saying. “And what do you think?”

She doesn’t hesitate as she sits down across from me and leans forward in that same position from reception, taunting me. “I think it’s unreliable. The app misfires and inputs the wrong thing just as often as it inputs the right one. It can be smoother and easier on the eye.”

I nod. “My thoughts exactly.” My eyes slip down to her perfect breasts. Damn it. I clear my throat. “Well, since you’re here to learn, I’ll be happy to show you the code once I’ve done some work on it.”

Cora’s face lights up, and suddenly I’m hard. That smile, aimed at me. Jesus.

“I’d like that,” she says. Pausing for a moment, she tilts her head and looks at me like she’s searching for something. “This morning,” she says, “I saw you watching me.”

“I wasn’t.” The denial is swift and automatic, even if it is a lie. The silence stretches between us, and I’m not sure what she’s getting at. She’s being flirtatious, but I don’t know her endgame. And she’s Jack’s daughter. Jack’s daughter.

Too bad my dick doesn’t give a fuck whose daughter she is.

“That’s too bad,” she says. “If you had been watching, I would have liked it.” Her fingers are drifting along the hem of her dress, and my eyes are glued to them as she toys with it. God, I want her to lift up that skirt, and I’m incredibly glad the desk is between us because an entire circus could fit in the tent of my pants.

In my imagination, she walks around the desk and I get to put my hands on those hips and lay her back. I want to take her on this desk right now more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. What is wrong with me? Has it really been that long of a dry spell that I’m acting like a horny teenager about to blow his load in his pants? I need to shift gears, and fast, because I’m seconds from reaching out to touch and see if she feels as good as she looks.

I clear my throat again. “Actually, there is something you can help me with.”

“Anything.”

The way she says that one word, with a tiny smile and slight arch of her back, sends any blood I have left in my body down to my cock, and damn, I don’t think I’ve been this hard in forever. I’m so hard it hurts, and I almost lose the words I was about to say. “I need information,” I manage to get out, “about Takedown Clothing. Everything you can find. Financial records, business plan, a layout of all their services. We’re evaluating how they’re competing with us this week, and I need to be able to see everything in one place, and I need it by end of day tomorrow, please.”

Cora nods. “I can do that.”

“Great,” I say. “Thank you.”

“Trying to get rid of me now?” she says, smiling. “I thought we were having a good time.”

She’s twenty years old. She’s Jack’s daughter. I try to make those two things play on a loop in my brain. Those are the only things that matter. But I smile. “Of course we are, but that code won’t write itself.” Outside the door, I see Ellen return to her desk, and I call out to her.

Cora gets up in one smooth movement, and she and I both notice the fact that I can’t look away. “I’ll see you later, Mr. Foster,” she says, turning and leaving as Ellen enters. I’ve never really been an ass man, but Cora’s just might change my mind.

One thing is for sure, these are going to be the longest three months of my life.

2

I can’t remember the last time I left the office at five. Today is no exception. Thankfully the sun is still up and my apartment is in the building next door. The high-rise luxury apartment building wasn’t there when we established our offices, but when I found out what they were constructing, I was one of the first people to buy in. There’s nothing that kills you more than a bad commute.

I grab a beer from the fridge and loosen my tie, stepping out on to the balcony to enjoy the evening air. It’s hot, but it’s always hot in Texas. I’m used to it.

My balcony overlooks the rooftop pool on a lower level of the building. I’ve seen more than one late night naughty act. There aren’t many people there right now, just a few people soaking up the fading rays of the sun. Jack would probably compare me to an old woman if he knew my love of people watching, but there’s something about seeing people when they’re enjoying themselves. When you’re a workaholic like me, it reminds you to enjoy things too.

I take another sip of my beer and nearly choke on it. Lying on a chaise in the smallest bikini I’ve ever seen is Cora. What the fuck? Am I so taken with her that I’m hallucinating now?

Pulling out my phone, I tap out a text to Jack.

Just saw Cora from my balcony.

A few seconds go by before I see the little typing icon.

I set her up with an apartment in your building while she’s here, so you’ll see her around. I should have mentioned it.

Perfect. She’ll be at the office. She’ll be here. There’s nowhere in my immediate life that won’t be touched by her. Touched by her, God I wish. I can’t take my eyes off her, the red fabric of the bikini leaving so very little to my imagination, and I am using my imagination. She’s even hotter than I thought under that dress, and now I’m hard again. Fuck.

I put my beer down and go inside. Enough is enough. I’m barely through the door into my bedroom when my cock is in my hand. I’m hard enough that this could be over in seconds, but I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep being overwhelmed just by the sight of her, and so I’m going to take my time. To get her out of my system once and for all. Just this one time, I’ll give in.

My clothes hit the floor and I’m seeing her laying by the pool again, all tan skin and red curls. If we were alone out there by that pool, I’d start at her legs. Just look at them, run my fingers along them, see how they felt under my hands and on my lips. My muscles tense as I control myself, stroking slowly. I refuse to go too quickly—I have to make it last.

I’d work my way up her body, but I’d skip ahead. I want to undo that tiny top with my teeth and throw it off the building. I want to see what color her nipples are and how they’d harden under my touch. I want to suck them deep into my mouth and hear her moan. I’d tease her until she was panting, ready to come from just my attention to those gorgeous tits. She’d be begging for me to touch her there, to move on, since I saved the best for last.

I wouldn’t take that bottom off. Not at first. No, I’d touch her through the fabric. I want to see how wet she’s made that skimpy piece of cloth and see how she reacts to its friction under my fingers. My hand starts to move faster, I can’t stop it. The scene in my head is taking on a life of its own like I’m no longer dictating my own fantasy.

Cora guides my fingers around the fabric and I feel that delicious wet heat as I sink my fingers inside her. She arches her back, breath going short as I work her up to the edge, but I won’t send her over. No, not yet. The first time I make her come I’m going to be deep inside her.

She wiggles the bathing suit off her hips, and I’m mesmerized. Her pussy is wet and pink and begging for me to bury myself in it. I can imagine what I’d say to her. I’d tell her how badly I want a taste, and after I make her come with my cock, I’m going to do it with my mouth. And then maybe my cock again.