One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Dane

Navy SEAL training was physically and mentally challenging. It was probably the hardest thing I'd ever done, except for actual missions. But a very close third on the difficulty scale was sitting here pretending that I didn't ache for Bridget. Each slide she presented, my desire for her grew. It wasn't just sexual desire either, although she looked so fucking hot in her dark pencil skirt and jade silk top that made her hair and eyes stand out. A part of me had been worried that she wasn't up to the job. I'd let my dick get the best of me when I hired her and twice, I'd risked it all to touch her. If she sucked at the job, there was little I could do without risking a lawsuit.

But she didn't suck. Her ideas were innovative. Most agents used social media, but Bridget had specific and unique strategies that would help my agents stand out from all the others. But it was the ideas for the firm that really stood out to me. She talked about having regular videos in the same vein as those on home and DIY networks, such as easy home remodel, home staging, and even something similar to the house hunting shows.

She had ideas about partnering with local clubs and organizations to make a new listing an event. The home office had always provided support to the local real estate offices, but she was proposing ideas that made us a bigger partner in their success. We wouldn't just provide policies, branded brochures, and centralized software. We'd be a part of their success.

When she finished, she inhaled a breath and waited for my response. For

a moment, I couldn't respond because I was lost in my admiration of her. She'd knocked the presentation out of the park. Okay, and maybe her green eyes dazed me for a minute.

Lane cleared her throat, pulling me out of my reverie.

"Well done, Ms. Franklin, Ethan." Was it weird that I didn't call her by her first name? My father was formal with his staff, but I wasn't. We all called each other by our first names. In my attempt to hide my feelings about Bridget, I'd gone overboard. "Thank you."

"Has there been any feedback from the local offices and agents about how a program like this will be received? Do they want us to do this, or will they feel like we're butting in?"

"First, Mr. MacLeod," Bridget started. "MacLeod Capital Investments can't butt in. All offices are a part of the company. You set all policies. If you were to change one, would they feel like you were butting in? No."

"Right, like if you changed that no-fraternization rule," Lane said.

Bridget gaped. Ethan looked down. I glared at her. She smiled and shrugged.

"The point is, you're the mothership. But also, this doesn't have to be mandated. It's available to offices and agents who want it. Since the company gives bonuses to top selling offices and agents, I suspect when those who don't take advantage of what we're offering see those who outperform them, they'll jump on board."

I nodded.

"And as I outlined, the expense is minimal especially when compared to potential boost in revenues."

"I'm impressed."

"Do you need to discuss it with Mr. MacLeod, senior," she asked.

I narrowed my eyes as I tried to decide if she truly thought I needed to ask my father or if she was poking my buttons. It was no secret that my father was my kryptonite. Her expression didn't give away the answer. "Ah..." Ethan started. "I didn't explain to her the "

I waved his attempt to explain Bridget's question away. "Lucky for you, Ms. Franklin, I have the authority to approve this campaign."

She bit her lower lip, the first sign I saw of her nerves. "And will you?"

I stood. "Yes. I think I will. I'd like to meet with you in my office to hammer out a few of the details and review the budget again."

She nodded but looked away as she gathered up her materials. Maybe I should have Ethan join us if she was uncomfortable. But I needed a chance to apologize to her and get us back on the right footing. A professional footing. "When you're done here, stop by." I turned to Lane. "Hold all calls and visitors until after I meet with Ms. Franklin."

"I promise you won't be interrupted." She turned to Bridget and if I wasn't mistaken, she winked. What was that about?

I looked at Bridget who glared at Lane, not for the first time, and then at me. She kept her expression blank.

"I'll see you in a few." She nodded.

I left the conference room, returning to my office. The good news was that Bridget did an excellent job and I didn't have to worry about her not being able to manage the position.

The bad news was that even after having her in the limo, I wanted her again. Hell, I think I wanted her more. Seeing her confident and smart was sexy. While she avoided me during the week, she'd successfully made her presentation professionally.

I sat at my desk and pulled up some work on my computer, so it didn't look like I was waiting eagerly for Bridget to arrive. God. She made me feel like I was in high school again hoping the girl I liked would notice me.

It seemed to take forever, but then Lane called in to tell me Bridget was there.

"Let her in." I straightened my tie and stood, but stayed behind my desk.

It would protect me from reaching out and touching her again.

Bridget walked in, her green eyes watching, assessing. I couldn't blame her. I was a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde around her.

"Thank you for coming." I motioned to the chair in front of my desk for her to sit.

"Is there a problem with the presentation?"

"No." I sat in my chair. "To be honest, I asked you here for a different reason."

She inhaled a slow breath, as if she was steeling herself for what I might say.

"I want to apologize." "For what?"

She wasn't going to make this easy. I liked that about her. She was

strong, brazen, willing to stand up for herself and call out bullshit.

"For several things. The first is for losing my cool about you and Ethan. I should have believed you and shouldn't have pulled you away from the charity event." It was hard to regret that because what happened in the limo was spectacular. "Thank you."

"And...I'm sorry for compromising you." She arched a brow in question.

"In the limo." "Oh. That."

God, she had a way of saying things that felt like a stab to the center of my ego. Had she forgotten what happened in the limo? Had it been so unmemorable for her?

"Yes. That. First, I'm embarrassed and ashamed that I didn't use a condom. Jesus-"

"I'm on the pill."

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"Just so you know, I'm healthy. I haven't been with a woman in a while and when I was, I used a condom."

"Same...well...with a man in my case...but...well...you know what I mean."

I smiled. Her hard exterior was down, and now the vulnerable woman I'd met the day of the interview was here.

"The other thing is that you've proven today that you earned this job. I hate that anyone would question that by us being together."

"Is that what we are? Together?"

I studied her because her voice sounded hopeful even though she'd told me our interlude in the limo was a mistake.

Since I'd already crossed the line in the limo, I figured I'd lay it all out for her. "I don't think it's escaped you that I'm attracted to you."

I expected her to say something like, "you proved that in the limo," but she remained quiet.

"I also admire you, Bridget. Even more so today. You did excellent work on the campaign and the presentation was outstanding. I'm very impressed." "Thank you."

I laced my fingers together on my desk to keep them from fidgeting in nerves. "I like that you're outspoken and willing to stand up for yourself." "But."

"What?"

"I can hear a but coming."

I nodded. "But...as you pointed out in the limo, I'm your boss. And I'm so much older."

She studied me. "If you weren't my boss and we were closer in age, what would you do?"

I closed my eyes for a moment gathering my courage. I'd decided I'd be frank, so here it went. "I'd ask you out. Pursue a relationship with you."

Her breath hitched.

It had me rising and going to sit in the chair next to her. "I'm being honest, Bridget, so let me finish with I've never had a woman affect me the way you do. It's unsettling." "Should I be honest too?"

My heart skipped a beat. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what she was thinking. "Yes."

"Your concern about our ages is stupid."

I let out a laugh. "Tell me what you really think."

She smiled and that time my heart did a full somersault in my chest. I wanted to tug her to me and kiss that sensuous mouth.

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"But?" I prodded.

She looked down at her fingers fidgeting in her lap. It wasn't often I saw Bridget act nervous.

"But I'm attracted to you too." She looked up at me. "I admire your loyalty to your family. I'm sorry I made that comment about asking your father about approving the campaign." "You're forgiven."

"I like how you treat everyone with respect. You've created an atmosphere here that's nice. There's no cut-throat tactics between colleagues. Everyone is supportive and helpful. And I know that's because of you. It's not like that when your father is here, or so I've been told."

"I'm surprised. I always thought the staff was waiting for me to fail." "Maybe at first. But now they respect you because you believe in them."

I shrugged. "My father hires the best. If that's the case, then I shouldn't get in the way of them doing their jobs."

Our gazes held for a long moment. I needed to either kiss her or end this meeting. Since she was still concerned about her reputation, I rose.

She stood too. "I guess we've agreed that your agism is dumb."

I laughed again. It was amazing how much I laughed when she was around. "And that your reputation as a gifted marketing specialist is most important."

A tendril hair fell loose on her cheek. Instinctively, I brushed it back behind her ear, my fingers touching her soft skin. The urge to kiss her was almost more than I could bear, but I couldn't compromise her again.

She looked up at me, biting her lip as the blush of heat tinged her cheeks. I groaned. "God what I'd do to kiss you."

"I won't stop you."

"We agree that " My words were cut off when she grabbed my tie and pulled until our lips met. Desire swept through me like an inferno. My arms wrapped around her, tugging her close until my hard cock pressed against her belly.

I kissed her until I couldn't breathe. I trailed my lips over her soft neck. "Did you regret what happened in the limo?" she asked.

"No." I nibbled on her ear. "It was the single best time I've had in a long, long time."

"Me too." Her hand cupped my dick. I rocked into it, wishing we were naked so I could sink into her sweet pussy again.

I couldn't fuck her here, could I? God, I didn't even know if the door was locked. But that didn't stop me from undoing the buttons on her silk blouse and freeing her tits from her bra so I could suck on them.

"Oh god." She held my head to her chest. "Maybe if we kept us a secret, we could do this."

I spun her until she was against my desk. "Is that what you want? A secret, forbidden affair?"

I hadn't realized that she'd undone my pants until my dick felt the cool air from being freed. "What I want is your dick."

I pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and set her on the desk. "My dick wants your pussy." I rubbed the tip along her wet folds. Then I cradled her face in my hands. "Are you sure, Bridget? I want you to be very sure." "I'm sure. Now fuck me, Dane."

I thrust forward and sank into heaven.