One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Bridget

Wow. Oh wow. Dane's lips on mine were not at all where I thought this conversation would end up, but I was so glad it did. I gripped the front of his shirt and opened my mouth to invite his tongue inside. It snaked over my lips and tangled with my tongue. An aching need shot to my pussy. I'd gone from zero to infinity on the need for an orgasm scale.

Apparently, I'd been wrong in thinking that he was revolted by me. It almost sounded like he'd been jealous.

He turned and pressed me against the humming copier. The feel of his hard dick against my belly forced a moan from me. I wanted to rip his pants off and get to know his dick up front and personal.

At any moment, someone could walk in. Sure, most people had left for the day, but not everyone. I supposed I should care if someone caught me making out with the boss in the copy room.

It was such a cliché. But as his lips consumed mine, as his hot tongue swept through my mouth, as his dick ground against me, I didn't care if anyone saw us. As long as Dane never stopped kissing me, the world could end, and I wouldn't care. The copy machine buzzed and then went quiet. Dane stopped just as quickly and pulled away. My body cried out in frustration.

"You're too young to kiss like that." His breathing was harsh as was his voice.

"You were the one kissing me."

He ran the fingers of both hands through his hair, turning away. "Fuck."

I felt his withdrawal and clear regret like a stab to the heart.

He whirled around pointing at me. "I'm your boss." His irritation broke into guilt. "Fuck. I'm sorry Bridget. I shouldn't have done that."

"I liked it." I wanted to reach for him and encourage him to do it again, but I could see in his eyes that he was at war with himself.

"It won't happen again." He turned and left the copy room, leaving me feeling cold and empty.

He was right though. It was dangerous to have a fling with the boss. More so for me than him. I needed this job. He didn't. He had family money and probably a military pension. But wow...I'd never felt so lit up inside by a man's kiss.

It took me a moment to get my legs working since they felt like gelatin. I realized he left without his papers, so I pulled them from the machine, made my own copies, and brought them to my office. I gathered my purse and brought his papers to his office. He wasn't in, so I left them on Lane's desk.

When I got home, I'd missed dinner with the family, but that was okay. I wasn't sure how I could hide the fact that my boss had kissed me from all the questions about my day my parents would have. I told them I had some work to do, made a sandwich and then went to my room. I really did have work to do, but I couldn't get Dane's kiss out of my mind. My lips still tingled from it. I licked my upper lip and swore I could still taste him.

Later that night, I lay in bed, replaying the kiss over and over. He'd been a jerk to me because he didn't like the attention Bran had given me. I wasn't dumb enough to think that meant anything beyond Dane feeling the attraction like I did, but it didn't stop me from wondering what it would be like to be with a man like him. When he kissed me, I felt how hard his chest was. Underneath his clothes, he had to look like a Greek statue, sculpted and sexy. It was clear that he was a good person. His apology and regret told me that. But underneath that was a man who could be a force, dangerous.

I closed my eyes, letting the fantasy come. Instead of his being gone when I brought his papers to him, he was at his desk. I brought the stack of papers into him, setting them on the corner of his desk, knowing his dark blue eyes were watching me. The papers fell, and I bent over to pick them up. When I straightened, he was behind me. He tugged the tie holding my hair back, letting it free. He pushed my hair aside and ran his lips along my neck. I moaned at the sensations it sent through me.

He turned me around, and kissed me again, firmly, passionately, grinding

his hard dick against me. Yes. What I'd do for this to be real.

Under my covers, I pushed my panties down, and opened my legs. I'd have loved to have a vibrator but that was a dangerous thing to keep around nosy siblings. I'd have to settle for my fingers.

I closed my eyes, bringing the scene back into focus.

"Do you think sex is dirty?" he said against my neck, his hands kneading my breasts. "It can be."

He growled. "Do you like it dirty, Bridget?" I didn't know. But I wanted to replace out.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His hands slid down my body, which was now naked in his office.

"Yes." I reached for him, undoing his pants. And as happens in fantasies, I had him naked for me to ogle. His chest was broad and sculpted. His dick long and hard. My mouth watered to suck him into oblivion.

He turned me around, putting my hands on his desk. My fingers slid through my wetness as I imagined his dick rubbing through my folds. With my other hand, I pinched my nipples, imagining my fingers were his. My hips gyrated and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

"I'm going to fuck you, Bridget. Your boss is going to fuck you and make you come hard. Do you want that?"

"Yes." I wanted it so bad. Just the image had me on the edge. I knew the moment my fingers brushed over my clit I'd come.

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I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to make the fantasy last.

His fingers gripped my hips and his dick thrust in, hard, fast, making me gasp.

"Is this what you wanted from Bran?" His voice was rough in my ear. "No."

"Who do you want to fuck you, Bridget?" He withdrew and I whimpered at the emptiness in my pussy.

"You, Dane. Fuck me."

He plunged in, my finger sliding inside me. It wasn't the same and because it wasn't, the ache and dissatisfaction were acute.

"Anyone can walk in. Even Bran. Would you like that Bridget? For people to see me fucking you?"

I didn't want that, but the danger of it upped the thrill. "Oh God, Dane."

He was thrusting in and out powerfully. I could feel my orgasm building. "I'm going to come, Bridget. Your boss is going to come in you." "Yes...yes...come in me."

He growled, and I rubbed hard and fast over my clit. Stars burst behind my eyes. I covered my mouth with my free hand to keep from crying out as my orgasm slid through me so deliciously.

I sagged in my bed, my breath coming in pants as I came down from my orgasm. It was nice, but nowhere near what I was sure the real thing would be like. It was too much to hope I could have the real thing. Dane's regret and guilt over the kiss was palpable. The fantasy was all I'd be able to have.