One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Dane

Thank God for the weekend. I needed time away from the office. From Bridget.

What the fuck happened? How had I lost my senses and kissed her? And holy Christ, what a kiss it was. She felt so soft and warm in my arms. Her taste was sweet and spicy. For a moment, with my mouth over hers, everything else fell away. There was only me and her in the world.

But now I was back to reality, which was that I was her boss and way too old for her. I had the weekend to get my shit together. Good thing I found my own place instead of bunking at my parents' house. I could have the space and solitude I needed to sort myself out. The only problem was, space and solitude was fucking lonely. I couldn't remember experiencing such profound emptiness.

When my phone rang, I jumped on it like a lifeline. "Hello?" I didn't care who it was, I needed human contact. "Dane. It's Archer."

Thank fuck. "Archer. How are you? I haven't heard from you since your discharge." He and I were in the Navy together and made a great team. He left before I did, and I'd heard rumors about him starting a business but didn't know the details.

"Good. Great actually. That's why I'm calling."

"Are you getting married and settling down?" We used to joke about having a wife, two kids, a dog and a picket fence. At the time, we thought that had to be the most boring life in the world, especially compared to the adrenaline rush we got from being SEALS. I thought of Troy with his lovely wife and five kids. He was definitely happier than I was.

"Nah. I'm too busy for that. I started a security business that's taking off. I need help from people I can trust. I heard you retired so I had to give you a call. We were a great team once. I could use your help."

I wanted to tell him yes and leave my current life behind. I was sick of being reminded of my parents' disappointment in me, working with people who waited for me to fail, and even Bridget who I clearly couldn't resist. But I couldn't. My word meant something and since I told my dad I'd stick around until he got better, I couldn't go anywhere.

"I'm sorry, Arch. It sounds great but I've got a job for the moment." I grabbed my cup of coffee and sat on the balcony hoping he had some time to chat.

"Oh? Something better than working with me?"

I laughed. "Not exactly, but you know, blood is thicker than water. My father had a heart attack and I agreed to run the company until he's on his feet again." "Wow. I thought you and the old man didn't get along."

"We don't. I'm sure my father thinks I'm going to fuck things up." I sipped my coffee letting the scalding brew burn away my father's disappointment in me.

"Then why did he have you take over?"

"I suspect it's punishment for running off at eighteen. I swear to God, Arch, sometimes I still feel eighteen when I'm around him. Between that and my mother trying to marry me off, I'm living in a fucking nightmare." "Still against marriage, kids and the house?"

I thought of Bridget, warm, soft, and lush with a baby in her belly.

Fucking Christ, I was a mess. "I don't know."

"Ah...wow. Does that mean you've met someone?"

I scraped my hand over my face. "There's a woman that has gotten under my skin...but...it's impossible."

"Why? I've never known you to look twice at a woman. If she's gotten to you, she must be something."

I laughed. "She's something, alright. She's smart and is willing to call out my bullshit."

"Is she pretty?"

"She's got wild red hair and even wilder green eyes. And curves that don't quit." I swore I could feel her body against mine as I spoke about her.

"Sounds like a winner to me."

"Yeah well, it's impossible. Even if I wasn't her boss, I'm practically twice her age." I waited for Archer to call me a dirty old man.

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"Did you hear me? I'm her boss." "Does she like you too?"

She didn't slap me after I kissed her. I could still see the soft smile and warmth in her eyes when I pulled away from the kiss.

"I don't know. I think she has the same attraction to me. But that's all it is; attraction. To be honest, I don't know her that well. I just...I don't know...I feel a pull toward her." "Then I say go for it."

"She just graduated from college, Arch. She's practically a child."

He scoffed. "How many women that age did you fuck overseas when the urge hit?"

I never paid much attention to the age of the women I fucked when the urge hit, but he was probably right. Young women often hung out at the clubs Navy men frequented just for that purpose. Then again, I'd been younger then too. "It's inappropriate all around."

He was quiet for a moment. "I know we used to bullshit around about not wanting a dull, settled life, but that was just two single guys who wanted to fight and fuck. You were married to the job and now you're a civilian. Maybe you need to replace a good woman and settle down."

"You sound like my mother."

"Now you're being mean. I'm not talking about getting married because your rich mother wants to fit in society. I'm talking about replaceing a woman you love and who loves you. Find a new thing to fill your life with."

Troy came to mind again. His home was loud and busy, but the guy looked like the happiest sap in the world.

"Does that mean you're looking for a woman?" I didn't want to talk about myself anymore.

"Nah. I've got too much going on." He paused for a moment. "Dane, if a woman has penetrated your heart, you need to grab on to it. If you don't, and you lose her, you may regret it. You may not have another opportunity." I frowned. "You sound like you're talking from experience."

"Just think about it." Whatever had happened, he clearly didn't want to talk about it.

The conversation moved to his business, which involved security for rich and powerful people. I told him about my failing attempts to make a deal with Bran. All in all, I was glad to connect with him again.

When the call was done, I felt agitated, so I put on shorts and a t-shirt to go for a run. I often did my best thinking when I was running. My brain could be free to explore options and replace solutions. Unfortunately, during this run, the only thing my brain could think about was Bridget. Kissing Bridget. Going down on Bridget. Bending Bridget over my desk and fucking her.

I gave up and headed home stepping into a cold shower. I dunked my head under the cold spray wondering where all my self-discipline went. What was it about Bridget that had me tied up in knots? My brain flashed to an image of her brilliant smile and sexy curves in answer to my question.

"Fuck!" I turned the knob to hot, the water steaming up the shower stall. I closed my eyes and Bridget appeared, her warm soft body naked and glorious. Hot water pelted my skin, but in my mind, we were outside in the rain. The drops sluiced over her skin making me ache to touch her.

My dick was at full mast, practically looking up at me as the image of Bridget wet from rain filled my head. Was it wrong to fuck my too young employee in my fantasies? I hoped to hell not as I gripped my cock and stroked hard. "Fuck, yeah." In my mind, we were in a park, the rain pouring down on us. My hands worshiped her body, cradling her tits as I sucked one, then the other into my mouth. I dropped to my knees, inhaling the sweet spicy scent of her pussy. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gone down on a woman. I hooked her leg over my shoulder and devoured her sweetness. Her hips rocked; her moans filled the rain soaked air. I was in fucking heaven.

My hand moved faster on my dick, and I was nearing the end. Just as I was about to let go, I dropped my cock, not ready for the fantasy to end yet. I let out a frustrated growl as I pressed both hands on the tile wall. When the edge lessened, I gripped my cock again and closed my eyes. This time, we were still in the park, naked in the rain, but I pressed her against a tree, lifting her leg over my hip.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I said harshly in her ear. "Yes. Fuck me, Dane."

I groaned, squeezing my cock as I rocked my hips, and fucked my hand which in my mind was her hot, wet, tight pussy.

"Come in me." She said in that challenging tone she used sometimes.

I imagined coming in her. I pictured my cum filling her pussy until it dripped it. "Fuck, fuck..." The image was more than I could control. I came all over the shower tiles.

When my dick went soft, the revulsion replaced the pleasure. What sort of sick fuck fantasizes about fucking his twenty-one-year-old employee?

Me, apparently.