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LUSTING AFTER MY FATHER’s BEST FRIEND. SHE’s NOW MINE.
DAMIEN.“Work.”“Really? You don’t do any other activities together?”“Aside from work, no.”She smiles a little, then says, “But that’s just sad.”I throw the ingredients into the pan and add olive oil and some garlic. “That we’re workaholics and have no interest in anything that wastes our time?”“That you don’t have hobbies. I’ll find you one.”“No need to.”“Yes, there’s a need to. Hobbies are important. Everyone I know has at least one, and some have a few.”“Everyone you know is a kid. All kids have are hobbies.”“That’s not true. There’s Sebastian and Christian, and they like a lot of things, like sports and clubbing.”“They tell you that?”“Yeah.”My spine jerks in a rigid line despite my attempts to remain calm. Fact is, I can’t stop thinking about her having cheerful conversations with those two bastards. Yes, she’s outgoing, especially with those who are nice to her. And it probably means nothing, but that doesn’t negate the fact that the idea fills me with a raw feeling I’
LUSTING AFTER MY FATHER’s BEST FRIEND. A FINISHED MAN.
DAMIEN. Holding a spatula as a microphone, she plays the role of a backup singer to the one who’s currently rapping. The upbeat music fills the kitchen, and she sways her hips and kicks her leg, seeming lost in the song.I’m supposed to go through a case file, but I’ll do that later, when she goes to sleep. That’s when my violent silence returns, and I can concentrate.However, that might be a fucking lie, because I’ve been losing grasp of the word concentration since I made this chaotic girl my wife.She never misses a chance to barge into my thoughts uninvited. Whenever I’m working, in a meeting, or even in court, I think about her on my desk with her legs wide apart as she moans my name and tells me she’s been a naughty girl and wants me to teach her how she can be a good girl. Though she doesn’t genuinely mean that, considering she’s constantly being naughty in one way or another.And I can’t stop thinking about that, about her hidden tendencies and sweet taste. I haven’t been ab
LUSTING AFTER MY FATHER’s BEST FRIEND. A VERY BAD GIRL.
ANASTASIA. The skirt falls from my teeth. I can’t help it. It just does. “Holy…shit…fuck…”“What did I say about language?” He speaks against me and it’s like a rumble on my oversensitive skin.“I can’t…can’t control it.”“Because you’re close?”“Yeah.” And because it’s him. But I don’t get to say that, because he sucks on something else.My clit.Holy shit. Shit!The spasms take over me without warning and I’m falling. I’m falling so hard that I think it’ll never stop.The fall.The pleasure.The depravity of it all.It does, though, leaving me in a haze, and I think it’s over. But his stubble glides over the sensitive flesh of my thighs and he’s still lapping at me, sucking, nibbling, torturing my sensitive clit.For some reason, I’m so much more tender now than when he fingered me. And it hurts. It hurts so good.“Damien…I can’t…take it…” I reach a hand for his hair in an attempt to touch those strands, to push him back.“Hands and feet on the desk, Anastasia.”I snap back into p
LUSTING AFTER MY FATHER’s BEST FRIEND. ILL BE YOUR TOY.
ANASTASIA. A normal person probably would, but I’m a little weird and a very bad girl, so you can play with me all you want. I’ll be your toy.” At least that way he’s not putting a thousand walls up between us.That way, I can get close, even if only by sex. I’m fine with sex. I like the feelings it brings and the surrender of it all. And if what happened last night is any indication, sex with Damien will probably bulldoze through all my thoughts and expectations.As if to prove that it’ll go way different than I’ve fantasized, Damien reaches a hand to the waistband of my skirt and toys with the zipper, his thumb grazing my hipbone beneath my shirt. “You’ll be my toy, huh?”“Yeah.”“I can play with you?”“You can.”“Do you let boys play with you often, Anastasia?”“Sometimes…”He doesn’t like that. He doesn’t like it one bit, and that translates through the crowding tension in his shoulders and the way his touch turns from explorative to downright dominating. He grips me by the hip,
LUSTING AFTER MY FATHER’s BEST FRIEND. HOW TO BEHAVE.
DAMIEN. “Picking up Payton.” She clinks her nails hard, the sound escalating with every second. “Stop smiling at her, flirting with her, all of it.”“What the hell are you talking about?”“I saw you yesterday. You went out together for lunch and never came back.”“Because we had meetings with judges.”She scrunches her nose like she used to do whenever Mary made the mistake of not including her favorite drink with her meal. “I still don’t like it—her in your car, I mean. So if you don’t want me on the Harley, don’t let her in your Mercedes.”I can’t resist smiling at how she negotiates. She’s all uptight and serious, too, making a mountain out of a molehill. All her assumptions about me and Payton are unfounded, but I don’t correct her, because she looks weirdly adorable right now.“And then what?”That catches her off guard, causing a frown to crease her forehead. “Then?”“What happens after Payton isn’t in my car and you’re not on the back of the bike?”“I…don’t know.”“Are you goi
LUSTING AFTER MY FATHER’s BEST FRIEND. I WASNT FLIRTING.
DAMIEN. Something alarming, as in, someone probably asked her if I’m gay. That’s what her socialite friends spout off about me when I refuse to meet their prim and proper daughters. That I’m gay.I ignore Mom and her shallow entourage. The thought of her and Dad brings forward nausea I’ve been trying to get rid of for fucking decades.But Anastasia and the not-some-normal bike kid are still talking and laughing. They’re still trapped in their own world as if the rest of their surroundings don’t exist.So I pick up my phone and call her.Her smile drops when she sees my name on the screen, and she swallows a few times before she picks up.“Hello?”“Have you finished the report I sent you this morning?”“I’m getting there.”“Getting there doesn’t mean it’s done, Anastasia.”“I’ll be finished in a few.”“My office. Now.” I hang up and take the elevator to the highest floor, then head to my office and sit behind my desk.Soon after, there’s a knock on the door before Anastasia comes insi
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