DILF

He pushed away from the desk a second later and moved toward her, his focus never leaving hers. When David was right in front of her she felt the air get sucked from her lungs as they looked at each other.

“What’s going on between us?”

She licked her lips and nodded. “I won’t, can’t be a notch in your bedpost. I care about you too much.” She was just going to say it, open herself up, bare her heart and soul to him. “I love you too much to just be a warm body in your bed.”

He slanted his mouth on hers as soon as she was done speaking, kissing her passionately, possessively. When he pulled away she gasped for air. “Does that tell you—show you—exactly what I want with you, with us?”

She nodded and licked her lips, tasting his flavor on her mouth.

“But just in case you don’t know—” He ran his thumb over her cheek. “I want you.” He stared at her eyes. “This isn’t just about sex. I meant what I said when I had you in my bed. I mean that you were mine, that it wasn’t just a one-time thing.”

Her heart was racing painfully.

“I love you, have for a long time, Lisabeth. I was too afraid of saying anything, of acting on it. I didn’t want to cross a line, step on toes.” He kept running his thumb over her cheek. “But I can’t hold back anymore. I won’t.”

He loved her.

Her fantasy had now become a reality.

“Say it again,” she whispered.

He smiled. “I love you, Lisabeth. I really fucking love you.”

She closed her eyes and couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. But as her happiness engulfed her she knew what they still had to do. Looking back into his face, she pushed back her own need to just enjoy this moment and bask in it.

“Rachel needs to know.”

He nodded. “She does. And we’ll do it together. We’ll let her know what is going on between us.” He kissed her softly. “Because I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.”

16

David couldn’t get enough of her. Staring down into her eyes, he felt like she was the only woman in his world that he gave a fucking damn about. Lisabeth had come out of nowhere and in the space of a few months, become everything. This wasn’t just about the sex, even though that was hot. He couldn’t get enough of her.

“I want to be the one to tell her. I think it should come from me,” she said.

“Does this have something to do with her date that you’re keeping from me?”

“Who she is or isn’t dating is her business. I’m not going to tell you her secret. That’s up to her.”

“It’s tempting to try and tease it out of you.” He kissed down her neck, sucking on the pulse, driving himself wild in the process. He wanted her again, right now, spread out on his desk.

“Please, you can have me any way that you want me, but I’m not telling you her business.”

He cupped her full hips, and stepped back until her ass hit the edge of his desk.

“People are still working,” she said.

“I don’t care.” He pressed his cock against her stomach so she knew exactly how much he didn’t care. No one would ever enter his office without his permission but right now, he had no intention of stopping until he had a taste of her.

Lifting her up, he pushed some of his papers off the edge of the desk. He’d sort them out later. For now, he needed Lisabeth to understand that this was more than just sex for him. He was fucking addicted to her.

She’d gotten beneath his skin and now there was no shaking her. She affected him that much. She consumed every waking thought until there was nothing left.

Pulling out the clip that bound her hair on top of her head, he ran his fingers through the strands, marveling at how soft they felt against his fingers. Wrapping the length around his wrist, he gave a little tug, hearing her gasp.

“Are you wet for me, Lisabeth?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Spread your legs. I want to see how fucking much.”

She lifted her skirt up and opened her legs wide. Before she could touch herself, his hand was there, feeling how wet she was. Her panties were already soaked from her arousal.

He released her hair and opened the jacket she wore, followed by a few buttons on her blouse, revealing the white lace bra.

“Pull your tits out,” he said.

She eased her tits out of the cups and he stared at the red tipped breasts. Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue across one peak before trailing between the valley to do the same to the other one. She whimpered and with his other hand, he cupped her pussy. Sliding a finger between her panties, he touched her clit.