One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Dane

What the hell was Bridget doing here? And what was she doing here with Ethan? He knew we had rules against fraternization. She should know them too. Yet there they were, smiling and laughing, happy as could be.

That should be me with her. God, she looked beautiful. Not in the overly processed way Anne did. Bridget's thick red hair was pulled back, but sexy loose tendrils framed her face. Her dress was what his mother would call the basic, little black dress, but Bridget didn't need shimmer and glam. The shape of her body was all the accessories her dress needed.

Ethan put his hand on Bridget's back, leaning close to say something to her. She laughed, and while I couldn't hear it now, I knew the sound of it from all the times I heard her laughing with Lane.

What were they doing here together? Ethan was her supervisor for fuck's sake. Wasn't that the whole reason I had gotten her away from me? So that she wouldn't be tempting me into breaking office rules? I didn't give her over to Ethan to have him be tempted by her.

"The rumor is that the woman is the fiancé of Mr. Wheatly's grandson," Anne said, apparently noticing where my attention was focused.

Fiancé? What the fuck?

"Oh, hello Mr. Jamison. How are you?" Anne turned to the man next to her.

I disentangled my arm from Anne's and headed toward Bridget. She must have known that this was a bad situation by the way she scurried away as I made my approach to her. I followed her out of the ballroom, seeing her escape into the women's restroom. She could stay there all night, but when she finally came out, I would be here waiting for her.

Eventually she walked out of the bathroom right into me. "What the hell are you doing here?" I growled.

She looked up at me with defiant green eyes. "This is a free country, Mr.

MacLeod. On my off time I can go where I want and do what I want."

I ground my teeth hating the way she called me Mr. MacLeod. "You're welcome to go and do what you want, but not with Ethan. There are rules about that."

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Is this the same rule that had you kissing me in the break room?"

I stifled a growl of irritation. "That was a lapse in judgment."

She cocked her head to the side. "Maybe you think someone like me shouldn't be allowed into a posh party like this. Is that why you're upset? You think I'm going to make you look bad. Especially since we know that you're trying so hard to please your dad."

"That's hitting below the belt, don't you think, Ms. Franklin?"

She had the good grace to look chagrined. "You're making something out of nothing. I'm here with Ethan just as a friend for moral support. Now, if you'll excuse me." She stepped around me and made a beeline back to the ballroom. Let her go, Dane, I repeated like a mantra. I went into the men's restroom to get myself together. What the hell was wrong with me? What sort of power had Bridget bewitched me with? It was bad enough to see her and have nearly uncontrollable urges to want to touch her, but the anger at seeing her with another man, with Ethan, was baffling. No, not anger. Jealousy.

After splashing water on my face, I exited the bathroom and headed back to the ballroom. I imagined Anne was wondering where I'd disappeared to.

"Trouble in paradise, Dane?"

Jesus fuck. Bran was the last person I needed to run into. I turned to face him.

"Looks like you've gotten yourself tangled up with an employee. Aren't there rules against that?"

I shoved my hands in my pockets, partly to keep from punching him and partly to look like he wasn't getting to me. "Actually, I'm making sure two of my employees aren't entangled."

Bran smirked at me like he knew better. I tried to keep my face

impassive, not giving away just how much seeing Bridget with Ethan put me out of sorts. Not wanting to get in the pissing match with Bran Erickson, I returned to the ballroom determined to replace Anne and ignore Bridget.

At first it worked especially when I was distracted by a friend of my father. But then I glanced toward the dance floor, and I saw Bridget in Ethan's arms. It was a scene I couldn't tolerate.

"Can you excuse me please," I said to my father's friend and Anne. "I have some business I need to take care of."

I made my way over to Bridget and Ethan. With every step, warning bells clanged in my head telling me that I should let it go. The more I intervened, the more it would become apparent to everyone the hold that Bridget had on me.

I finally reached them. Ethan looked up at me in surprise, but then smiled. "Oh, hey Dane. I didn't realize you were here."

I scowled. "No doubt. I need to speak with Ms. Franklin." I apparently lost all my manners as I took her arm and escorted her away from Ethan, away from everyone as I pulled her out of the ballroom.

"What are you doing?" she protested, trying to pull her arm away. But I held it tighter, hating the sort of beast I was becoming around her.

"All this just because I came to a charity event with a friend?"

I finally got us outside, and I sucked in fresh air, hoping it would clear my head. It didn't work. As I continued to lead her to the limousine, the driver opened the door and if he was surprised that I'd arrived with one woman and was leaving with another, he didn't show it.

"Get in," I demanded.

She looked at me like she wanted to slap me. A part of me hoped she would. Maybe it would knock some sense into me. But she huffed out a breath and got into the car. I climbed in behind her.

I told the driver to drive and raised the privacy screen.

"You know you're a sexist jerk, right?" She moved to the far end of the back of the limousine. For a moment I worried she was afraid, but the fierceness in her eyes showed anger and annoyance, not fear.

"Are you going to fire me? If so, are you going to fire Ethan too? Why are you hauling him out to give him your spiel on company rules?"

"Does Ethan know we kissed in the copy room?"

"You mean how you kissed me and then avoided me? I haven't told him that but maybe I should."

I had definitely lost my mind. I needed to tell the driver to loop back around to let her out of the limo. Then I could go home and deal with the fallout from my parents for abandoning Anne and leaving the charity event early. Hell, maybe my father would decide that I wasn't up to the task of running things and then I'd be free to leave and get away from this woman who was twisting me up in knots.

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"Is that what you want? Ethan?" I asked through gritted teeth. She looked at me as if I had gone mad, which of course I had. "I told you that we are friends. I'm just there for moral support." "That isn't what his grandfather is saying. The rumor is you're engaged."

She shrugged. "That's what he might think, but it's not the truth. Why do you care anyway? It can't be because of your stupid fraternization rule."

"No." I looked out the window trying to figure out what to do. Alone in a limo with the privacy screen up, what I wanted to do was take her in my arms, but that was wrong on so many levels. Plus, she probably would slap me, and I deserved it. "Did I offend you with that kiss?" If I needed to salvage something here and if I needed to apologize to her for kissing her and now acting like a Neanderthal, I would.

When she didn't say anything. I turned to look at her.

She was studying me, and her scrutiny made me squirm. "I'm trying to decide the right answer."

"The truth is the right answer."

She looked down at her hands folded in her lap. "No, I wasn't offended. What offended me was how you kissed me like that and then completely ignored me. If the kiss was that bad, you should have -"

"Is that what you think? That the kiss was that bad?"

She looked at me with exasperation. "What am I supposed to think? Afterwards, you couldn't get away fast enough and then you ignored me." She shook her head and looked out the window. "When I first met you in your office, I liked you. You seemed so nice and approachable. But every time I've seen you since, you've been a jerk." She huffed out a breath. "I suppose you can add insubordination to your list of my infractions."

"I'm your boss. It was inappropriate for me to kiss you."

She turned those striking green eyes on me again. "Then why did you do

it?"

"Because I was consumed with the need to kiss you."

Her eyes widened. She bit her lower lip, and I was gone.

I reached out, cupping her cheek, needing to taste her again, but not wanting to take it in case she didn't want it. "If you're going to break the rules with a man at McLeod Capital Investment, it should be with me. And only me." Her breath hitched. Her gaze drifted to my lips for a moment before returning to my eyes. "Are you going to kiss me again?"

"Only if you want me to. I hope to hell you want me to." She licked her lips and I groaned. "I want you to."

My mouth devoured hers as the last word left her lips. Her taste infused my body. My blood went liquid hot. My dick swelled painfully in my slacks. My need for her was all consuming.

I dragged my fingers down her neck, to the soft skin of the swell of her tit. My hand covered it, feeling the hard bud of her nipple straining through the soft material of her dress.

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I groaned again as another blast of fire shot through me. I trailed my lips down her neck, following the path of my fingers as I pushed the sleeve of her dress down to expose her tit. I wrapped my lips around the nipple and sucked. She moaned and her hand held my head to her. I suckled her tit as I worked to free the other one, and then I buried my face into both of them.

They were large and round and soft, and I wanted to fuck them.

I unzipped her dress, yanking it down, desperate to see her lush body in the moonlight of the car. A hand on my dick, made me jump. I'd been so lost in her, I hadn't paid attention that she'd undone my shirt and pants.

"Are you going to fuck me, Mr. MacLeod?" She stroked my cock and holy shit; I'd nearly lost it.

I pulled her hand away not wanting to shoot my load too soon. "Do you want me to fuck you, Ms. Franklin?"

Her smile was sexy. "I can't decide if I want to suck you off or have you fuck me."

Jesus fuck, she was a man's wet dream come to life. In a flurry of activity, I got her completely naked in the back of the limo and laid her back in the seat.

"I'm going to suck you off." I pushed her legs open, nearly weeping at the drenched wetness of her pussy. "One thing before I do."

"What?"

"Don't call me Mr. MacLeod. He's my father and you're not fucking my

father." As far as I was concerned, she wasn't going to fuck anyone but me.

I ran a finger through her folds. Her head arched back and her hips lifted to my touch. "Do you like that, Bridget?"

"Yes. God, yes." "Not God. Dane."

Her eyes opened. They were that same defiant and challenging stare that got me into this position. "No games. Fuck me, Dane."

My dick twitched and reached down, gripping it hard at the base to keep from coming. Then I focused on Bridget, and her sweet, hot, wet pussy. I ran my tongue through her pussy lips and swirled it around her clit. "Yes... Yes, Dane."

My name on her lips emboldened me. I wanted to hear her scream my name when she came. I maneuvered us so that I was kneeling on the floor of the limo in between her spread legs. Using my fingers, I opened her pussy lips and devoured her. I licked and sucked. I thrust my tongue inside her, lapping at her sensitive walls. She moaned and writhed, her fingers gripping my head as her hips rocked, fucking my face. I wanted to switch positions and have her over me, riding my face, but that would have to wait until another time.

Her body shook, and I knew she was close. I used one, then two fingers, pressing them inside her, replaceing that one spot that drove women wild. I sucked her clit and she exploded.

"Dane!" Her pussy juice filled my mouth and I lapped it up like it was the last time I'd ever have it. When she collapsed, I rose up, my dick red and hard and about to explode. She pushed my shirt off my shoulders and then forced me back until I was sitting on the seat. She straddled my thighs.

"My turn...Dane."

My hands went to her hips, pulling her over my cock. It was a myth that men could die from blue balls, but right now, it felt true. If I didn't get inside her, I would surely die.