My Dad's Rival

It’s time to focus on the present.

And that starts with a kiss.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Lucy

The kiss very nearly knocks me off my feet. It’s been less than a day since I last felt Wyatt’s lips, and yet it feels like a lifetime. It feels like coming home. My tongue slides into his mouth and my arms wrap around his neck. He pulls me close and I wonder if we’re really going to do this here, right in his office. There might still be people working in the building, and the huge windows mean that anyone in the nearby buildings could glance across and see us like this. Wrapped up in one another. But I find that I don’t care.

All I want is his touch.

All I want is him.

The rest is insignificant.

I still have doubts. How is this ever going to work? How am I going to hide this from my dad? But for now, it’s something I need to push out of my mind. Because now that I’ve indulged in one kiss, there’s no way I can stop this. I need him. He’s like a drug to me.

We kiss without abandon. My back bumps against his desk and I moan against his lips. Memories of last night flood through me, making my pussy wetter by the second. If last night is anything to go by, then this is going to be incredible.

Wyatt’s hands find the zipper at the back of my dress and he slowly pulls it down, trailing his fingers along the skin of my back as he does. I shudder as his body presses into mine, his chest hard, his cock steel, digging into my stomach insistently, throbbing. He steps back, grips the top of my dress and slowly pulls it away from my body, and drops it to the floor, moving back into position and pressing his leg right up against my pussy. I moan in delight when he slides his hands up my hips, grips my tights, and rips them off my body.

I’m left only in my underwear, anticipating what he’s going to do next.

“Let me see that body,” he growls, yanking my panties down as I obey and unclip my bra for him. By the time I’m standing fully naked in his office, he’s making low sounds in the back of his throat like a caged animal, hungry for my body. He kisses my neck desperately, his hand venturing between my legs. I perch on the edge of his desk and he steps between my legs, feeling the wetness between my thighs.

“God, you’re irresistible, Lucy,” he growls, his hand sliding up to cup my breast. “I’ve never seen a body like yours…I’m so lucky. So fucking lucky.”

In one smooth motion, his fingers delve inside me and I gasp. It feels so good to have him touching me again. Slowly at first, he begins thrusting his finger into me, picking up speed. I reach out to undress him too.

I want to see his chiseled body, feel his hardness in my hand, taste his come on my lips again.

Feel him inside me.

The thought is so jarring that I almost stop what I’m doing. If he comes inside me, there’s a chance he could get me pregnant. I’m not on birth control. But even as I linger on that thought, I don’t back away. I want it. I want him to put a baby in my belly.

All I’ve ever wanted since I can remember is a career and a family. And with Wyatt, I can have both.

His lips raise to meet mine while my hands finally tug at his shirt and slide to his belt. In seconds, we’re naked, hands everywhere, exploring. I run my hands down his chest toward his cock. I want to touch it, feel its girth in my hand, gauge how it will feel when it’s inside me. It’s so big, something I didn’t quite manage to process when he was tit fucking me.

It scares me a little, thinking of how he’s going to fill me up. Will it hurt? I want him, but I don’t want this to be painful.

“I would never hurt you,” he whispers in my ear. It’s like he can read my mind. “We were made for each other. I swear to you, I will only give you unspeakable pleasure.”

I whimper as he captures my lips with his again. Who am I to disagree with him when he’s already shown me that it’s true? Last night was incredible, but I think there’s more to come…more pleasure beyond everything else I’ve imagined.

And now his cock is in my hand. I pump it, hoping that I can please him as well as he’s pleasured me. He grunts and pushes his fingers deeper inside me, which makes me think I must be doing something right. My body buzzes with electricity, my skin sensitive, each movement of his hand makes my body jolt with pleasure.