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  “You keep staring,” she said.

  “I like what I see.”

  “Me too.” She glanced over at him, her gaze on his pants. “I can’t wait to feel it again.”

  He had the door open and closed with Lisabeth pinned against it. Taking hold of her hands, he locked them above her head.

  “It was about time you got the message,” she said, sounding breathless.

  “You wanted me.”

  “Yeah, I wanted you.” She bit her lip at the same time, pressing her body against his. Her tits rubbed against his chest. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

  “I’m Rachel’s dad.”

  “I don’t care. You’re not my dad.”

  He locked both of her wrists together, keeping them above her head. With his other hand, he tore off her shirt. The fabric gave way under the pressure but he didn’t care. He needed her naked.

  She moaned as the straps of her bra dug into her flesh before the items were dropped to the floor. She kicked her skirt away and now she was completely naked in his home. Sexy and all his.

  His cock pressed against his pants and he held her against the door.

  “What are you going to do to me?” she asked.

  “Keep your hands above your head.”

  He released her, stepping back. He removed his clothes, his gaze going over her body, each curve so tempting to him. When all of his clothes were removed, he gripped her hip and pulled her against him. Sliding his fingers into her hair, he moved her back until they were in his sitting room.

  “I’m not going to make it to a bed yet.” Dropping her down onto the sofa, he spread her thighs wide, going to his knees before her. Kissing her lips, he slid her to the edge of the sofa, and aligned his cock to her pussy. Breaking the kiss, he watched as he thrust his cock inside her. Her slick pussy took him, spreading open for his cock. Over and over, he drove inside her, desperate, hungry for more. Only when he felt her climax, the flutters tightening around his dick, did he finally give in and come.

  He pulled out of her pussy, seeing their combined release covering his dick. Plunging back inside, he heard her cry out and moan.

  “Your pussy feels so fucking good.” He picked her up and moved her to the floor so that she was spread out beneath him. “You’re going to have marks tomorrow.”

  “I don’t mind a carpet burn or two so long as you make it work my while,” she said. Locking their fingers together, he pressed her hands to the floor and began to ride her pussy. Glancing down, he watched her take his cock.

  The sight was so fucking hot. He loved watching her. Not only was it beautiful to see but she felt so good.

  Her tight cunt squeezed him.

  Releasing one of her hands, he reached between them, teasing her clit, stroking her. The moment he did, her pussy clenched around him and her moans echoed off the walls. Slamming in deep, he watched her. She thrust up to meet each stroke.

  “Fuck me, David. Make me come.”

  “I’ll fuck you good and hard but first I want to feel you come all over my dick, and when you do, I want you to scream my name.” He pinched her clit then stroked across her nub, feeling her pussy tightening with each stroke.

  It wasn’t long before she was coming on his cock, screaming his name, begging him not to stop and for more. He gritted his teeth, counted to ten, and tried to think of something disgusting to keep his own orgasm in check but it didn’t seem to be helping. She felt so fucking good but he wasn’t going to blow like a horny little teenager. When it came to Lisabeth, he wanted everything to last.

  13

  The feeling of fingers running over her back had Lisabeth slowly opening her eyes. The sun poured through the window, and for a second she just relaxed against the soft, silky sheets. It was then that reality set in, the fact she was at David’s house, in his bed. She was naked, the product of his arousal, his completion, coating her inner thighs. But she couldn’t deny that the stickiness aroused her, made her feel claimed, possessed.

  “I didn’t want to wake you but having you right beside me, the memories of you calling out my name as you came, has me feeling like a fiend.” He pressed against her, his dick hard, demanding even. Instantly she got wet, her nipples beading, her breasts feeling achy and heavy.

  Although Lisabeth should be concerned about Rachel finding out this way, at this moment she couldn’t help but just enjoy the feeling of David pressed against her. His warm breath fanning her nape told her she was really here. This was her reality.

  The sound of birds chirping outside, his heavy breathing behind her, had her moaning softly. He moved his hand down her hip, along her side, and lifted her leg to place it over his waist.

  A warm brush of air moved around her exposed pussy, and then she felt the stick, hard length of him press against her. She was already wet, or maybe that was still the product of when he’d come in her, filling her up, marking her.

  He made love to her slow and easy, passionately. Her body was covered in sweat, her breathing haggard, her pleasure rising.

  In and out.

  Thrust and grind.

  Moaning. Grunting.

  And then he came at the same time she did, both of them moaning in unison, their bodies tense, shaking … sated.

  He groaned out low at the same time she felt her climax peak. When they were both stated she relaxed against the bed, David beside her, his cock still buried in hers, his hard, big body pressed to hers.

  They were both breathing hard, droplets of sweat moving along their flesh. Lisabeth wanted to tell him she loved him, the words playing right at the tip of her tongue. But she didn’t want to ruin this moment, didn’t want to risk putting her foot in her mouth when it could backfire. He cared for her, she knew that without a doubt, but that didn’t mean his feelings for her were as strong as love.

  He pulled out of her with a groan and she moved to her back. A second later he was on top of her, his cock semi-hard, wet from being inside of her. They stared at each other for long seconds.

  “I don’t want you to ever leave this bed,” he said in a gruff voice, his pleasure still laced in those words. She hummed softly, her eyes closed.

  “I don’t want to leave this spot either,” she replied and opened her eyes when he chuckled. “Let’s just stay here and not worry about anything or anybody.”

  “That sounds perfect. I don’t need to go back to work anytime soon.”

  She grinned and looked into his eyes. His easy-going expression was serious, intense even.

  “This wasn’t a one-time thing for me, Lisabeth.” Her heart was thundering at the sound of his voice, at the comprehension of his words. “This wasn’t about sex. This was about me claiming you, making you mine.”

  Lisabeth licked her lips, knowing she wanted to tell him how much she loved him right then and there. But just because he’d claimed her, said he wanted more than sex, didn’t mean he was in love with her. Did it?

  She opened her mouth to tell him just that, or maybe she wouldn’t have said anything because of her fear of ruining this, but the sound of a car pulling into the driveway had her heart stopping. She felt her eyes widen as both of them turned to look toward the side. David climbed off of her and walked over naked to the window, peering down.

  “Shit,” he said under his breath.

  She didn’t have to ask him what was going on to know Rachel was home.

  Lisabeth got out of bed and frantically searched for her clothes. When she was dressed she realized she was breathing hard and fast, hyperventilating. She turned and saw her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. Her hair was a wild mess, her cheek painted red from the sex they’d just had.

  Trying to clean up her appearance seemed to make it worse. With her hands in her hair, trying to tame the rats’ nest, she felt like crying. This was not how she wanted Rachel to find out.

  The sound of the car door opening and closing seemed amplified. A moment later the front door opened and slammed shut. David was busy finishin
g putting his clothes on. Once he was dressed he stood there, running his hand through his hair, mussing the strands even more.

  “What the hell are we going to do?” she asked, feeling frantic, her whispered words sounding like she was about to have a breakdown. Then again, that was what she felt like in this moment.

  “Dad?” The sound of Rachel calling out had Lisabeth freezing.

  “What do we do?” she whispered.

  David looked calm, cool, and collected. “It’ll be fine. Just stay up here unless…” He lifted a brow and smirked. “Unless we just tell her what’s going on by having you come downstairs.”

  She closed her eyes and exhaled. “This isn’t how I want this to go.”

  “Me either, but she’ll find out sooner or later, and I would love for it to be on our terms, not because she walked in on us.”

  She felt her face heat even more. “She’s not finding out like this … whatever this is.” She moved a hand between them, emphasizing her words.

  He lifted a brow, seeming almost amused by her words.

  “You know what this is between us.”

  “Dad?” Rachel called out again, this time sounding closer.

  She looked over toward the closed bedroom door, her heart beating so hard it hurt.

  “I’ll handle this. Just stay in here.” He walked over to the door and stopped before he opened it. He looked over his shoulder at her. “And once this is taken care you and I will be having that talk about exactly what’s going on between us.”

  He sounded so determined that all she could do was stand there and nod. And then he left her in his room, shut the door behind him, and went to diffuse this potential bomb.

  14

  David tried not to groan but the last thing he wanted to do was deal with his daughter. Yes, that made him sound like an awful dad but seriously, Rachel had been putting him off for weeks. Always cancelling their dinner dates, and yet here she was and it annoyed the hell out of him. Lisabeth was finally in his bed. He didn’t like how nervous she seemed to be at the thought of Rachel catching them.

  He got it. Of course he did.

  They’d been friends for a long time and he didn’t know how Rachel would react catching them together.

  “Honey, what brings you here?” David asked, finding her in the kitchen.

  “I hate men.” She slammed the door to the fridge. “I mean, seriously, what is so wrong with you people?”

  “You people?”

  “Is it really that hard for you to say that you love someone or are you like totally above all that crap?”

  He frowned. Was he supposed to remember a boyfriend? Had he met a guy that she’d been dating? Life had been so hectic at work that he didn’t have the first clue what to say.

  “We’re talking all men?”

  “Yes. All of you. I bet even you don’t do love or maybe you do, I don’t know. I don’t want to know either. Ugh!” She pulled the lid off a carton of yogurt, shoving a large spoonful into her mouth. He always kept the peach flavored ones just in case she ever stopped by, as he knew she loved them. “This is good.”

  “This… attitude. Have you been dating someone?”

  She stared at him and he watched as she swallowed, gulping down the yogurt. “Look, it’s not important.”

  “No, it is important. I should recognize when it is important when my daughter raids my fridge.”

  Rachel glanced down at the yogurt pot. “I’m sorry. I just … I guess I wanted to come home, you know. I couldn’t get a hold of Lisabeth, which is so not like her and well, you’re my dad, duh.”

  He wasn’t about to tell his daughter that Lisabeth was hiding out in his bedroom. “Want to tell me who has caused this?”

  “Not really. I guess I just overreacted. I can’t really talk about it.”

  “I can help if you tell me who the guy is.”

  Rachel chuckled. “It’s fine. Really. You don’t know him.” She tucked some hair behind her ear, letting him know she was lying. He’d been a good poker player throughout his day and raising Rachel, he’d learned all of her tells. He knew she was hurt but she was also trying to hide it so he wouldn’t keep asking questions. What made him even more curious was that Lisabeth was sure to know who. Filing that information away for later, he smiled at his daughter.

  He pulled her into a hug and she clung to him. “I’m sorry for crashing today, and for, you know, not being around.” She sighed. “I missed you, Dad.”

  “Missed you too, sweetheart. I am always here for you, you know that, honey.”

  “Yeah, I do. So how is Lisabeth doing? You know, with the internship?”

  She’s the best woman to ever enter my life, and she’s upstairs and I want to fuck her again.

  “She’s doing great. She’s a hard worker, dedicated. Colleagues love her.”

  “Of course they do. Everyone loves her. She’s a great friend and I’m so pleased you were able to help her. I know she hates asking for help.”

  “I’ll always be there to help. You know that.”

  “I do.” She pulled away and finished off her yogurt. “I’ve actually got to get to work but I really don’t want to, you know.”

  He stared at her, not sure what the problem was but waited. Rachel was looking at her cell phone, and she dialed a number. “I just really want to talk to her.”

  His heart stopped beating. As if they were in a horror movie, Lisabeth’s phone started to ring. From on the kitchen counter. He hadn’t even noticed she’d left it there. Fuck.

  She was staring at the phone as she disconnected the call and set her cell on the table beside her. “What’s Lisabeth’s phone doing here?”

  For a moment he didn’t say anything, didn’t even move. “She, uh…” He cleared his throat. “She left it at work and I’ve not been able to make it to her place to return it. I brought it back with me.”

  “Oh,” Lisabeth said. “I’m surprised she’s not going crazy. She’s always got her cell phone on hand. I’d better go.” She moved forward and hugged him. “I’ll see you later, Dad.”

  He followed his daughter out to the hallway, and quickly pushed Lisabeth’s bag out of the way with his foot so Rachel wouldn’t see it. Clearly Rachel had been upset when she first stormed into the house if she hadn’t noticed it.

  “I’m so sorry for acting like a crazy person.” She shook her head, giggling. “We’ll do dinner soon, Dad.”

  “I look forward to it.”

  He waited for her to pull away from the drive, waving as he did. Once she was gone, he closed the door and leaned against it. Lisabeth walked down the stairs, laughing. “I thought we were caught then when my phone started to ring.”

  “You heard all of that?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, I heard.”

  “Do you know who the special guy is?” “I don’t know much of anything lately, I feel.”

  “Should I be worried?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. I mean Rachel is an adult and is smart.

  He nodded, knowing that was the truth.

  “But I think I should head home, though, in case she needs to talk.”

  He wanted to know who the guy was.

  David shook his head. “That is not happening. She’s heading to work and I know for a fact that your boss has other needs from you.” He flicked the lock in place and moved closer. She’d pulled on a shirt and her skirt, which were sexy, but he wanted her completely naked once again.

  “Oh yeah, what does my boss want?”

  “First, he wants you to get naked, completely.”

  “What do I get out of it?”

  “Oh, you’re going to get fucked, baby. I mean it. My dick and your pussy, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

  Her breathing deepened. His cock was rock hard, and as he pulled his shirt up over his head, he watched as she started to get naked once again.

  “And the skirt,” he said.

  She wriggled out of the skirt, and he groaned as he saw s
he hadn’t even bothered with panties, which as far as he was concerned was sexy as fuck.

  Pushing his sweatpants down, he wrapped his fingers around his dick. “Sit on the stairs, spread those pretty thighs. I want to see your pussy.”

  Lisabeth sat on steps, her legs spread and even from a few feet away he saw how wet and slick she was. He wanted to taste her but first, he wanted to see her play with her sweet pussy.

  “Touch yourself,” he said. Coating his cock in his pre-cum, he watched her slide those fingers between her slit, teasing her clit. Running his hands up and down his length, he couldn’t get enough of her touching herself. He wanted to dirty her up, to fill her tight hole with his cum, and to do it all over again.

  He didn’t care that Lisabeth was his daughter’s best friend. Right now, she belonged to him, and he intended to get his fill of her, but he knew, deep down, that was never going to happen.

  Because he’d never get enough.

  15

  Lisabeth sat behind her desk, chewing on the end of a pen as she thought about what she was doing with David. After he’d come back into the room they hadn’t spoken about what was going on between them. She didn’t know if this was just about sex, or if it was something more.

  She wanted more, so much more, in fact.

  But she felt that this wasn’t just fucking to him. The way he looked at her, touched her, spoke to her told her he felt more than a passing emotion for her. Even if things were—are—said in the heat of the moment, she needed to talk to him to really make sure where they stood. She couldn’t just let this go, and she wouldn’t allow herself to get swept up in the desires and emotions that sex conjured.

  She loved David, and he needed to know. Lisabeth needed to know if he felt the same.

  And then there was the issue of Rachel and how exactly that would all go down. Truth was, after her coming home and almost catching them, Lisabeth knew she needed to be honest with her friend. Even if it came to light that David didn’t love Lisabeth, she still wanted to tell Rachel how she felt. Her best friend deserved to know the truth.