Seducing My Boss's Daughter (Forbidden Fun)

I turn my hand over in his and lace our fingers together, giving his hand an encouraging squeeze. “Yeah, but you work out like a fiend, so you could eat all that stuff to please your constituents too. Besides, you don’t give yourself enough credit, Brad. I think you’d be amazing, and you’re a natural fit for politics.”

He shakes his head but then smiles.

“You think so, huh?” he asks, smiling.

“Yes, I definitely do,” I say in a firm tone.

His eyes soften, and he pushes my hair back behind one ear before cupping my cheek tenderly. I turn to kiss his palm and then smile at him with my heart in my eyes.

“You’d be wonderful,” I whisper again.

“I like that you believe in me,” he whispers in return.

“Good, because I’m not going to stop,” I declare. He merely laughs.

“I know, and I’m in big trouble.”

“Why?”

He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Because you just keep doing things and saying things that make me want you even more, sweetheart, and I am running out of the strength to try to stop this between us.”

I smile. “Excellent because I don’t want this to stop. It’s better this way, so why end a good thing?” Then, I pull him even closer so that we’re gazing into each other’s eyes, and my heart races at a hundred miles an hour. “If you didn’t want me to fall for you, then we wouldn’t be here right now. So stop fighting, and take what you want, Mr. Landon.”

With that, our dinner’s over. Brad has me out of my seat so quickly that I gasp in surprise. Then he throws some money on the table and hustles me out to the curb as the valet brings our car.

I laugh as he almost pushes me into the passenger seat before buckling my safety belt and rushing around to get behind the wheel.

“Where are we going?” I tease with stars in my eyes. My lover’s return look is so intense that the air whooshes out of my lungs and I can’t breathe. Heated blue eyes meet mine as he puts the pedal to the metal.

“My bed, sweet girl. It’s where you belong.”

With those words, I know that Brad has claimed me and that I’ve overcome his opposition to our relationship. This man loves me, and even if he doesn’t know it yet, I’m just the woman he needs.

8

Katy

“You know you’re glowing right?” Emma asks with a giggle.

We’re perched on her bed with pillows all around us with a movie playing on her laptop and lots of gooey, buttery popcorn ready to be devoured. Not that I’m really watching the movie, even if it’s the latest Channing Tatum flick, because between school, interning for my dad’s office, and secretly dating Brad the last few months, I’ve been so busy that the days pass in a blur. In fact, I feel like I’ve barely even seen my roommate, so we planned this girls night with lots of trashy food and a wonderfully trashy movie too.

But I love Emma, and in fact my roomie is the only person I’ve told about my new relationship. I kept it from her for the first couple weeks, but letting the cat out of the bag was inevitable. We’re really good friends, and I felt safe confiding in her. Meanwhile, Channing Tatum rips his shirt off on screen, making us both shriek with joy. Then I laugh and pop a handful of popcorn in my mouth. “I’m not glowing … am I?”

“Oh yes you are, girl,” Emma nods. “There’s some extra special magic surrounding you lately. It’s like your hair is bouncier, your skin is radiant, and I’ve never seen you smile so much, either. Tell me the truth,” she says while waggling her eyebrows making me laugh again. “You and Brad are having a lot of sex, aren’t you? That’s what’s doing it.”

Giggling, I nod even as I feel the rush of heat in my cheeks.

“Yeah, my boyfriend is amazing in bed. I mean, I hooked up with lots of guys before I met him, and thought I was very sensual and knew what I was doing. But Brad? He’s brought making love to a whole new level.”

Emma squeals and leans forward, her eyes wide.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing!” Then her voice drops conspiratorially. “Sex with older men is better, isn’t it? They’ve had time to learn what they’re doing and they treat your body really well.”

I feel myself blushing again, and nod.

“Yeah, they’re experienced and Brad handles my curves like a car aficionado with his favorite Ferrari. It’s wonderful,” I blush as my bottom clenches pleasurably. I’ve been walking around like a lame duck for months now, yet it’s worth it. After all, I want my lover to do whatever he wants to my body, and it feels like we’ve done the entire Kama Sutra and then some by now.