One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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BECCA

That does that look in his eye mean? I wondered as he brought the meeting to a close.

For the last hour he had listened to my suggestions and questions coolly, answering them furtively. But there was no hint of the spark between us that was alive before.

As everybody began filtering out the room, I wasn't sure if I should hang back or not. Deciding I didn't want to look as though I was desperate for his attention, I joined everybody else and walked toward the door. But before I could reach it, I heard his voice from the back of the room.

"Becca? Can I have a word with you in your o ce?"

I looked back as he packed his notepad and laptop. There was an expectant, though hesitant look on his face.

"Sure," I said, waiting for him.

He said nothing as we left the room, only opening his mouth as soon as we were in the privacy of my o ce with the door closed.

"Becca..." he began. His face was tense with stress and a line was forming across his forehead.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, worried. "Someone knows about us."

The words hung in the air for a moment as I processed them. My brow furrowed in confusion. "Who?"

"I don't know," he replied. "But someone followed us." "Followed us? When?"

"Last night." He pulled out his phone and opened an email before flashing a series of images in my face.

"Oh, my God. Who took those?" "I'm going to replace out," he said. "What did they want?"

"Nothing yet," he said. "All I know is that they followed us and took these photos."

"Are they trying to blackmail you?" "Most likely, yes."

I sunk into my seat and looked up at him. The look on his face was making me nervous. He wasn't the type of guy to get stressed out by anything, but this really seemed to have rattled him. Pulling up a second chair, he took a seat beside me and leaned forward. I reached my hands out toward him, but he wouldn't take them, preferring to keep his distance from me. "Listen, this is all wrong," he said.

"I know. It's fucked up. Who would follow us?" "It's not just the photos, Becca."

That strained look returned to his face. Once again, I reached for his hand, but he slid away from me.

"It's us too," he continued. "We're wrong. I should've listened to my gut from the get-go."

"But last night was amazing," I countered. "I thought we agreed to take things slow."

"I thought so too, but, Christ, I feel like such a dick." "What are you trying to say Matthew?"

"That we need to end this," he said bluntly. "If your dad sees these photos, if he replaces out about us, he'll know I betrayed him."

"Forget about my dad. I'm an adult! I don't have to keep answering to him."

"Maybe not, but I do. I owe him that after nearly thirty damn years of friendship. Not to mention, you're half my age, Becca. You're practically still a kid."

"I'm twenty fucking three," I reminded him hotly. "I'm not a child."

"I know, but we can't do this. We just can't. I'm sorry."

He rose out his seat and aimed for the door, but I lay my hand on his arm, and he paused, looking down at it.

"What are you so afraid of?" I asked. "Do you care what people will think?"

"Of course I do. But it's not just that. I feel like some dirty old bastard taking advantage of a young girl."

I stood up and drifted my hand down his arm. I wasn't going to let him slip away so easily. Taking his hand, I squeezed it, massaging his palm with my thumb.

"Fuck what everybody thinks," I purred, stepping closer. "What does it matter?"

"I have a professional reputation to uphold. I can't afford for anyone to think there is any impropriety happening. It could negatively affect my business."

"No one is going to think you're doing anything wrong. You have a great reputation in the business scene. Not to mention, you didn't initiate this. I did." I took another step closer, my breasts pushing into his chest. "You're not taking advantage of me," I said, softly, moving my other hand inside his blazer to stroke his side. "I've always known who's in charge."

"And who's that?" he asked, the tension dissolving on his face before something twitched at the corners of his mouth.

"Me."

Reaching up, I kissed him as softly as possible. Nothing but a tease of what he would be missing out on if he walked away. Then I took my hands off his body and stepped away.

The energy between us grew, a gulf of heat and angst building up between us. His eyes told me he wanted to take me, to fuck the life out of me. But his body remained hesitant, keeping that safe distance between us.

I could see the desire in him growing. Could see that he was struggling to hold back. Looking down at his pants, I saw he was hard, his cock bulging down the length of his thigh.

"I suppose it's goodbye then," I said, turning around and pretending to resume my work. "If you want to keep our relationship professional, then that's your decision."

I was playing with him, of course, knowing full well that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Then I felt it. The energy between us reaching a crescendo. A sense that he was going to lunge right at me. From behind, I heard the door to my o ce lock and the slight creak of the floor as he moved.

Any second now and he won't be able to control himself. He just needs a push over the edge.

All it took was a look. And as I glanced over my shoulder and bit my lip, I could see him teeter over that precipice.

He moved like lightning, his heavy body landing on me with such force it knocked the air out of me. With a vice like grip, his arms clamped around my waist as his cock pressed into my ass.

"Becca, what the hell have you done to me?" he whispered in my ear as he took my wrists and pulled them behind my back.

My panties were flooded in an instant. I loved the feel of his strong body taking control of me. I pushed myself against him, submitting my body to him.

With one hand holding my thin wrists together, his other hand slid up the length of my thigh, under my skirt, and into

my panties. He tore at them impatiently, stinging the skin of my thighs as he yanked them to the side.

My pussy was so wet it ached for him. I closed my eyes and waited for him, bit my lip and knew he wouldn't be gentle.

He grunted as he thrust into me roughly, sliding one hand around to my front and up to my breast. Squeezing it hard, he kissed my neck as though he was trying to devour me. He delivered great long flicks of his tongue before biting the soft skin of my throat as though he was claiming me. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, carrying just enough force to let me know who the boss was really.

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Thrusting harder, he drove his cock deep inside me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Knowing that people were right outside my door and might hear us fucking like animals was enough to ratchet the pleasure up to near unbearable levels. "Harder," I said through gritted teeth.

He wasted no time giving me what I wanted. He bent me completely over my desk and pushed himself even deeper inside me. I let out an involuntary moan, and he clapped a hand over my mouth, admonishing me to be quiet.

I slammed myself backward into his hips, desperate to feel his whole length. Slowly, he lowered his hand from my mouth, his palm coming away wet with my breath. He slid it down my body then rested it over my stomach for a second, as though he was imagining his cock buried inside me. Then he moved his fingers lower, gently placing them over my clit. "Promise you won't make a sound," he whispered in my ear as he continued to fuck me, the only noise between our bodies the smacking sound of our skin meeting with each

thrust.

"I promise," I breathed.

It took all the strength in the world not to scream when he began to rub my clit in slow, sensuous circles that soon turned into frantic strokes as he massaged me harder until my legs gave way beneath me. I buckled at the knees as I shuddered, my whole body going limp from the waist down. My breath came in short gasps as my muscles spasmed, the pleasure so bright I thought I'd go blind.

"You like that?” he whispered in my ear, pressing himself against my back.

"Oh God yes." "You want more?"

I didn't know if my body could handle it, but I wanted all he could give me. "Yes."

He paused for a second, enticing me, making me even more desperate. I looked over my shoulder and met his eyes, which sparkled with the lustful delight that came from teasing me. He stroked the side of my face so gently it was barely a touch at all. Pressing his lips to my temple, he kissed me softly and lovingly.

"Please, just fuck me," I begged in a whisper.

He tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed me again. There was a look in his eyes that said don't tell me what to do. I'm the boss here. I stared at him for what felt like an eternity, willing him to enter me. My pussy was swollen and dripping as I reached an almost physical pain of arousal.

"You're torturing me," I whimpered, but that only made the look on his face intensify.

"Are you sure you want me to fuck you harder?" he murmured in my ear, his breath like a shock wave of electricity that traveled down my neck. I silently nodded. "Then that's what you're gonna get."

He waited for another second, just long enough to make me feel as though my pussy was catching fire. Then he thrust into me as fast and hard as his body would allow him. I was

instantly engulfed in a whirlwind of pleasure that forced me to bite down on my lip with such force I was sure it would bleed. My already weak legs became numb, my knees doing nothing to hold the weight of my shaking body.

"I'm gonna make you come," he groaned in my ear as he rubbed my clit. "I'm gonna make you come so fucking hard." All it took was for me to hear those words and I was toppling over the precipice of control. A thundering orgasm raged through me as my pussy throbbed and contracted around his cock. I wanted to thrash and scream, but he was still holding my wrists behind my back, still imploring me with his eyes to hold my silence.

All I could do was let out a weak whimper as I violently shook against him.

"Fuuuuuck," he uttered in a low rumble as he gripped my wrists hard enough to leave marks. "Oh, God what are you doing to me? I'm...Oh fuck, I'm..."

His hips shuddered as he came deep inside me, his mouth pressed against my neck as his cock twitched as it filled me with his seed.

From down the hall, I could hear Sandra talking to someone, but I didn't want to think about her. Didn't want to think about anyone or anything outside of this moment. I felt as though I didn't even belong in this world anymore. As though my body and the pleasure that filled it now inhabited some other plane of existence.

But I knew the moment had to come to an end, and with great reluctance, he slid out of me and pushed himself back into his boxer shorts.

At last, with his grip released on my wrists, I lowered my arms and turned around as blood flowed back into my hands. Lowering my skirt, I looked down and saw my knees tremble as the evidence of what we'd just done trickled down my legs. Outside, Sandra's voice grew louder, and we looked at each other in a panic.

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"Matthew? Are you in there?" she called out as she knocked on the locked door.

He quickly zipped up his pants and I hurried to return to my seat, turning to my computer screen. He reached over and unlocked the door, and she waltzed in immediately.

"Oh, hey Matthew," Sandra said. "I've been looking for you. I have the files from accounting."

"Okay, great. I'll have a look in a second," Matthew replied.

The atmosphere in the air tightened, as though our secret was ready to be burst wide open. I worried my face would give me away, so I steadfastly stared at my computer screen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sandra look suspiciously from me to Matthew, then back to me again.

"Right. Well, I'll let you get back to whatever you're doing." She closed the door and we both let out a sigh of relief.

"Fuck, that was close," I said. "Ten seconds earlier and..." I cringed at the thought.

"That could have been a disaster," he agreed. "But it wasn't."

"No, it wasn't. It was fucking incredible. You're incredible Becca." He bent down to stroke my hair and kiss my forehead. "Still feel like a creep?" I joked.

"A little." He edged toward the door, not wanting to leave but knowing that staying would only rouse more suspicion.

"I don't want to go, but I..." "Gotta get back to work. I know."

He smiled and turned the door handle. "Wait. Your fly's undone."

"Shit. Did Sandra see?"

"Let's hope not."

He zipped it up with a guilty smile and kissed me once before leaving. As I heard the door click shut behind him, I relaxed back in my chair and took a deep breath. That was the greatest experience of my life, I thought. I want more. I would have rushed out of my o ce and right into Matthew's for round two if I could have.

"Get a grip of yourself and get back to work," I said out loud.

Not that it was that easy. As I loaded up my files and tried to focus on work, nothing I looked at made sense and memories of Matthew and what he could do to my body kept popping into my thoughts.

This is useless, I thought as I decided to take a coffee break. I'm going insane. Like my brain is incapable of thinking of anything but him.

Exiting my o ce, I walked down to the little kitchen at the end of the hall and flipped on the coffee machine.

"Having a good day?" Sandra's sour voice asked. "Oh, hey, Sandra. How's it goin?"

"Great," she replied, but her eyes didn't agree with the word, nor did her tone. "Just the usual. Busy, busy, busy."

"Yeah, me too."

"I can see that." There was no hiding the coldness in her voice or the suspicion in her eyes.

Shit. She knows. She has to. Then another thought entered my mind. It was you who followed us! You who took those photos. Who else could it be?

We stood for an excruciatingly awkward moment and stared at one another. Beside me, the coffee machine bubbled and spat as the room filled with the smell of espresso. When my cup was full, I grabbed it and headed for the door as quickly as possible.

"Gotta get back to my o ce,” I announced without stopping.

She narrowed her eyes at me and nodded. "Yeah, catch you later," she sneered.