One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Dane

I should have resisted the urge to see Bridget. When Troy was called inside to deal with the kids' bedtime, I should have said my goodbyes and gone home. Or maybe I should have gone inside and waited for him there.

Instead, I'd sat out on the patio with a prime view of the guest house he built, knowing Bridget and all the answers to my questions were inside. It was too much to ignore.

Setting my beer bottle on the table I stood and strode around the pool to the guesthouse knocking on the door. By the time she opened it, my anger had risen. Anger that she left without a word, and immediately had been involved with another man. It was stupid for me to feel that way all things considered. But emotions didn't work on any sort of rationale.

When she opened the door I once again took in the beauty of her face and let my gaze wander down to her belly. She wore a loose-fitting dress but there was no doubt that she was pregnant. Jealousy rose sharp and deep. "Did you really go to San Francisco for a new job, or had you gone up there to be with the man you'd been seeing all along and who got you pregnant?"

She gaped at me. "You have some nerve." She started to shut the door, but I slapped my hand against it, preventing her from closing it.

"I'm not leaving Jet until I know the truth." I pushed my way in. "The truth is that you're a lying, philandering jerk."

Her words made no sense to me. "What are you talking about?"

"I know about your engagement to Anne Francis. I can't believe you

cheated on her like that. When I think of what happened at the charity event, I get physically sick."

Initially I was struck by her opinion that I was cheating on Anne and not on her. But then I realized she had it all wrong.

"I'm not the cheater here. You're the one that was seeing someone else, obviously." I nodded toward her growing belly.

She glared at me. "What do you mean? You're the one whose mother is planning the fancy wedding."

"You're pregnant. Clearly you were seeing someone else."

"You're accusing me of cheating which is impossible because we never were in a real relationship."

"Why is it that I'm a cheater but you're not?" She rolled her eyes. "You cheated on Anne."

I shook my head. "I never cheated on you or Anne."

She laughed derisively. "Well, I guess that tells me how forgettable I am, since you fucked me in the limousine while on a date with Anne."

I gritted my teeth, angry and frustrated. "I'll never forget that night in the limo for as long as I live. But one thing I remember specifically is how you ran off that night. Was that because you had to get back to your baby daddy?" She looked at me as if she wanted to slap me. "You were my boss, Dane.

And you were at that event with your fiancé."

I stepped closer to her not in a threatening manner but in an attempt to make her understand. "Anne is not my fiancé nor will she ever be my fiancé. Second, I was still your boss when you suggested that we continue our sexual affair in secret."

"Well, as you like to remind me, I'm young and naive. I don't consider the consequences because of my immaturity."

I hated how she was tossing my initial concerns back in my face. I stepped closer again, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger. "You forget. I know you're not innocent or naive." I realized too late that touching her, being this close to her was dangerous. Her skin was soft and warm. Her sweet scent wrapped around me and yearning welled up in my chest.

She stared up at me with defiance in her eyes and yet at the same time her breath hitched telling me that my being this close affected her as well.

I released her chin, dragging my finger along her jaw and down her neck. "You didn't even say goodbye."

"What was the point?" Her voice softened and as I dragged my finger

from her neck, I felt her pulse quicken under my touch.

"Did I mean so little to you? What about Ethan or Lane?"

"I was your side dish, Dane. I was the one who meant so little to you. But I did feel bad abandoning Ethan and leaving Lane. They were good to me." Irritation flared again. "I was good to you, Bridget."

"You mean when you kissed me in the copy room and then ran away like I had cooties? Or when you dragged me out of the charity event you were attending with your fiancé "

"I am not engaged!"

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"You dragged me out and then fucked me in your limousine." "You're the one that ran away that time."

She scoffed. "Oh, so if I'd stayed what would have happened? We'd be a happy couple? Or I'd still be the secret mistress? We both know it wouldn't be the former."

My jaw tightened. "The secret part was your idea."

She nodded. "Again I acted with that youthful impulsivity. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too. But that blew up in my face, didn't it? Do you remember what you said to me when you were fucking me my bedroom with my dad downstairs?"

I knew exactly what she was talking about because it had haunted me practically since it had happened.

"While you were thrusting in and out of me you said, and I quote, when this is done, so are we. And I tried to accept that and go on with my work despite how much I wanted..." She looked down.

I used the crook of my finger to lift her chin. "Wanted what?"

She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Once I heard you and Bran talking about wedding plans I knew I couldn't stay."

So, all this was prompted by her believing that I was engaged. While she accused me of cheating on Anne, it was clear she felt betrayed as well.

I took a breath as I prepared to say out loud what shouldn't be said. "You feel betrayed by me and I have felt betrayed by you. That can only happen because there are feelings between us.'

She took a step back, but I closed the distance and slipped my arm around her waist.

"You might not be my boss anymore but you're still older than me and still my dad's friend."

She didn't contradict that there were feelings. I decided that her words

verified my thinking. She'd felt something for me after all.

"Since you left, those things have mattered less and less to me."

Her breath hitched and her green eyes looked into mine as if she was searching for something.

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"Do you remember that time in my office when you asked if it weren't for the fact that I was your boss or that I was older than you, what I would do?"

She nodded. "But that was before we knew about each other's connection to my dad."

"I won't deny that upsetting your father is not something I want to do. But you've haunted me since the first time I met you, Bridget. I'm not the sort of man that would cheat on a woman. And I wouldn't abandon her if she were pregnant. Your dad knows that about me even if you don't." I caressed her cheek with the back of my fingers. "I've missed you."

Her eyes closed but I couldn't tell if she was letting my words wash through her or if she was gearing up to tell me to take a hike. "Everything is so complicated."

"Let me make it more simple." I dipped my head and pressed my lips to hers, tentatively at first in case she didn't want it. But her mouth softened under mine and relief rushed through me in a tidal wave. I pulled her closer feeling the swell of her belly against me. For a moment I harbored jealousy at the man who had created a life with her. That man should have been me.

But with Bridget's mouth fused to mine, our tongues mingling and rediscovering, I was able to push away the thoughts of the other man. She was here with me now, her arms around my neck, kissing me as fervently and with as much need as I was kissing her. I wanted more, so much more. It was too dangerous and yet I couldn't break away.

I maneuvered her toward the table in the eat-in kitchen. I lifted her up to sit on the edge, widening her legs so I could step in between them. I continued to kiss her because I didn't know if I'd ever be able to again. The issues that came between us were not resolved. I was greedy and selfish, taking what I could for as long as she'd give it to me.

My fingers slipped under her panty panel, replaceing her wet. I groaned and my dick pulsed in my jeans with the need to be inside her.

"Can I touch you? I don't want to hurt your baby." "Yes. Touch me."

I kissed her again as my fingers massaged her clit and then slid inside her hot wet pussy. She clutched my shirt with one hand and with the other she

stroked my dick through my jeans. I wanted desperately to get us both naked so I could fully ravish her body.

"I want you," I murmured against her lips.

"I want you too." Her hips rocked against my fingers. I lifted my head and watched her face as I brought her closer and closer to climax. Her green eyes were filled with passion. Her cheeks were flushed and so beautifully rosy. I wanted this woman, not just to fuck, but to care for, to bicker and laugh with, to love. I needed her energy and spirit in my life.

"Oh God."

As her pussy clamped around my finger and her orgasm swept through her, I cursed the universe for making the one woman for me off limits.