One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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DREW

I tossed and turned all night after I left Camille's room. Though I tried, I couldn't get the sound of her sobs out of my head.

If somebody had told me to guess what Camille's childhood had been like, I would have guessed something idyllic. I would have thought that she came from a good family with money to put her through school. There was no way that I would have been able to guess anywhere close to the truth.

That was just my own ignorance though.

I should know better than anyone that the person the world saw was just the surface layer of who was lurking underneath. The people in my life didn't know that I had crawled my way out of the foster system. They didn't know that I'd been abandoned by my mother when I was just a toddler.

Now, Camille knew.

After hearing about some of her childhood, I knew that we had a lot more in common than I had originally thought.

As I got out of bed, not ready to start the day but knowing that I needed to, I sighed. Camille hadn't slept much last night either. In the middle of my

tossing and turning, I had heard her walking around the house before heading back to her room.

It was going to be a long day for her, especially if she kept spiraling about what kind of mother she was going to be.

I wanted the pregnancy to be a good experience for her. The last thing I wanted was for her to spend the next several months worrying about turning out like her mother. She should be enjoying the process of bringing a new life into the world.

At least, that was what the movies said.

I sighed and headed to the shower, wondering what I could do to help her. Getting her mother help right now wouldn't do anything but upset Camille more. Even though I could make it happen, I didn't want her to get her hopes up before more stress hit.

The stress of worrying about a relapse would only put both her and our baby in danger.

If she knew that her mother was using, she would still be worried, but she wouldn't be looking over her shoulder every second of the day and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

While I was in the shower, I started trying to think of something that she could do to relax. I doubted she was the kind of person who took many vacations-she had barely taken any time off in the few months I'd been working for Crestwood Capital.

Maybe that was the answer. I could take her away for a week and get her to relax. We could do something to keep her mind off her mother. She might even start to enjoy her pregnancy if she put some distance between herself and her mother. The more I thought about it, the closer I got to figuring out the perfect

vacation. By the time I washed the suds from my hair, I had the perfect idea planned.

As soon as I got out of my shower, I called my assistant and had him start working on my plan.

"What the hell is this?" Camille asked as she stormed into my office later that afternoon. "And why the hell was it in my office?"

She tossed the stuffed teddy bear on my desk, along with the plane ticket. I grinned and leaned back in my chair, clasping my hands behind my head.

"You might want to close the door so you can yell at me in private for once," I said.

Camille rolled her eyes before heading across the room and slamming the door shut. When she turned to face me, her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was frowning.

"Why the hell did Rick give me a teddy bear and a plane ticket?" she asked, her tone harsh as she approached my desk. "What part of secret are you not understanding?"

"I told him that the company was sending you on a vacation as a thank you for putting up with me and cleaning up my messes over the past few months," I said.

Even though she was worried that I would reveal our secret, I had been careful about what I said to Rick. He had no reason to know what was really

going on between Camille and I, though I was sure he suspected that some sort of relationship was happening.

"And why would you do that?" She ran her hand through her hair before pacing to the window. Camille stared down at the city below, her shoulders tense. "I don't have time to take a vacation."

"You and I are going away for a week," I said as I got up and crossed the room. I stood behind her, my hands resting on her hips. Camille didn't push me away, but she didn't encourage anything else either. "Why would I be going on a vacation with you?"

"Because," I said, moving her hair out of the way before lowering my mouth to her neck. It had been too long since I had last been with her. "You and I are going to have a child. Some bonding time will be good for us, and you need to relax." Camille tilted her head back, giving me better access to her neck. "I have too much work to do and so do you."

"The only thing I have to do is make sure that you relax."

As I kissed her neck, I ran my hands up her body. She moaned as I cupped her breasts, massaging them through her bra. Camille pressed back against me as I reached for the buttons of her blouse.

I popped open the buttons before reaching for the front clasp on her bra.

She moaned as I pulled her blouse and bra off, tossing them to the ground. "Fuck," she hissed as I rolled her nipples between my fingers.

"You're going to have to keep your comments to yourself," I said, my teeth grazing her earlobe. "You don't want the office to hear us, do you?"

Camille clenched her thighs together as my hardening cock pressed against her. I didn't miss the fact that her nipples stiffened at the mention of someone replaceing us like this.

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"You want to be watched?" I asked, running my tongue along her neck before nipping her. "Do you like the idea of somebody seeing you come all over my cock? Someone walking in and replaceing you fucking your boss?"

I pushed her against the window, grinning when she moaned again. It was quieter than the first time, but I knew that if she didn't keep her mouth shut, we would be at risk of being caught.

As much as it turned her on, I wasn't going to risk one of the other employees walking in.

"Stay here," I said, smacking her ass lightly before crossing the room.

I locked the door to my office before taking off my tie. I folded it in half before walking back over to Camille. She looked over her shoulder at me with hooded eyes as I pulled my phone out and connected it to the stereo system. Soft music filled the room as I dropped my phone before standing behind her again.

My cock was straining against my pants as I put my tie in her mouth, tying it behind her head.

"Since you're loud when we fuck, I'm going to have to make you be quiet."

Camille moaned, pressing her ass back against my cock as she looked at me. The moan was muffled around the tie. With the music and the tie, I was confident that we wouldn't be heard.

Her breasts were still pressed against the window, and she was bent slightly over. I palmed myself through my pants, staring at the round curve of her ass. Nobody on the ground below would be able to see her thanks to the mirrored windows. It just felt like somebody could be watching her.

"Hands above your head, Camille," I said as I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off, tossing it to the side.

I stripped down, my eyes never leaving her body as she reached up, her hands pressing on the window high above her head. Her back arched as she stretched, reaching as high as she could.

There was no way that I could get harder than I already was. At least, not until I unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her legs, leaving her standing in her heels and nothing else.

"No underwear," I said, reaching around her hip to toy with her clit. "That was a risky choice."

Camille moaned, rocking her hips to try to relieve some of the tension that I knew was building in her body. She loved it when I talked to her while we fucked, and I loved giving her as much pleasure as possible.

"Are you dripping for me, baby?" I asked, my fingers sliding through her wet slit to circle her clit. I groaned, leaning over to nip her shoulder. "Fuck, you're soaked for me."

Camille writhed against my hand as I teased her entrance, circling a finger around it before moving back up to her clit. Her hips bucked, pressing herself back onto my hand.

I slipped a finger inside her, my thumb rubbing against her clit as I plunged my finger deeper into her. Camille's moans were muffled against the silk tie as I added a second finger. "Turn around."

She moved quickly, turning around and wrapping her hand around my cock. I groaned, rocking my hips in time with the stroking of her hand.

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When I sank to my knees in front of her, her eyes grew wide. I chuckled and grabbed her leg, lifting it over my shoulder and forcing her to lean back against the window.

She shuddered at the first slide of my tongue along her slit. Her hands

fisted in my hair as I sucked on her clit, thrusting two fingers inside her again. I groaned as her inner walls clamped down around my fingers.

The deeper I pressed into her and the harder I sucked her clit, the more she writhed against me. I grinned, grazing her with my teeth.

It was all it took to send her over the edge. My hand was soaked as I stood back up and grinned at her.

"Bend over my desk, Camille. Ass in the air like you want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

She hurried over to my desk, pushing some of the papers out of the way before bending over it. The silk tie in her mouth was soaked with saliva and I could see her wetness dripping down her thighs.

I wasn't going to last once my cock was buried inside of her.

The second Camille was bent over the desk, I was lining the head of my cock up with her pussy. She moaned, gripping the other edge of the desk as I slid inside her.

The grip she had on my cock was nearly enough to make me come then and there. I took a moment, stilling inside of her, before I pulled out and slammed all the way back in. She cried out as I buried myself to the hilt, rolling my hips to feel her pussy squeezing my cock hard.

"Fuck yes," I said, reaching forward to wrap her hair around my fist.

I pulled her back, groaning as the angle changed. She braced herself on the desk as I drove myself into her faster, needing to feel her orgasm on my cock before I came.

"Fucking just like that Camille. Ride my cock until you come, you know you want to."

She rocked her hips in time with my thrusting. My cock was throbbing inside her as her inner walls clamped down. She milked me as our orgasms

combined.

When I pulled out of her, I could see our releases mixed and dripping down her leg. I was never more grateful to have a shower in my office than I was in that moment.

"What do you say we go get cleaned up?" I asked as I untied the tie. "And then when we get out, you can start yelling at me so everyone thinks that you were in here giving me hell instead of gagged and riding my cock."

Her cheeks flushed bright red before she rolled her eyes. She gave me a slight smile before strutting across the room to the bathroom, swinging her hips and stopping in the doorway to face me.

It was the way she trailed her hands down her body, toying with her nipples before rubbing her clit, that had me hurrying after her.