One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Bridget

For the next two weeks, I was a career woman by day and a wanton woman in Dane's arms at night. Whew, the man knew how to please a woman. I'd never had a man fuck my breasts before, but he did, and it was so hot. In the shower, he took me from behind until I was screaming his name in pleasure. We'd fucked in the kitchen and living room, and occasionally in bed.

My pussy would tingle whenever I saw him, which was a problem at work especially after that time on his desk, when we agreed workplace sex was too risky.

A couple of times, I thought about asking to change that rule. I think he would have too. But we couldn't let lust get in the way of common sense and our goals.

Tonight I wouldn't be able to see him as it was Lizzy's birthday. As it turned out, he had plans with a friend of his. That was okay. When I saw him tomorrow, I'd have a lot of pent up passion to let out with him.

Per my dad's request, I played hostess so Lizzy could enjoy the evening. I enlisted the help of the little ones. Since Ari was so social, it was her job to make sure everyone had a drink and was enjoying the night. Layla and Emma helped me plate the platters of snack food until my dad grilled dinner. Eli's job was just to look cute, which he did exceedingly well. Of course, it didn't take long before the kids forgot about their duties and I was doing everything except the grilling. "How's the new job?" Ryker asked me as he stole a stuffed mushroom from the platter of food I set on the outdoor table.

"Great."

"Your dad says you aced a presentation," Nina, his wife, said, also taking a stuffed mushroom. "I did."

"It won't be long before your kids are all grown up like my Jet," my dad said, beaming at me. I loved that he was so proud of me. I doubt he'd be proud if he heard I was fucking my boss, but since he'd never know, I tried not to dwell on that. "Never." Claude said from the chaise he sat in next to the pool. In his lap sat a six-year-old girl. He wrapped his arms around her. "You're not allowed to grow up. Neither of you are." He glanced at his son in the pool. "Daddy!" The girl squealed.

"You can't stop it, daddy," his son said.

"Your dad is the richest man in the world. Maybe he could pay money to keep you all kids." Zach said with his arm around his wife Eleni. When I first met him, he wore a blue faux hawk. He still sported the faux hawk but now it was blonde, his natural color, although their eldest daughter had pink tips in her blonde hair.

"Are you the richest person?" Claude's daughter asked.

"I am, but not because of the money. It's because of your mother and you two."

"Aww." I gushed.

"Gag." Giorgio feigned barfing.

His wife, Marilyn lightly punched him. "Don't be like that. Besides, surely you feel the same about me and kids."

Giorgio put a meaty hand around his wife. "I am the richest man in the world."

"Actually, I am. The richest woman, anyway." Lizzy smiled brightly as she took in all their friends and their children. "Thank you all for coming." "When can we eat?" Theo asked.

"I'm not sure we have enough to feed you," Lizzy joked. Theo was six foot four and 250 pounds of pro football player. I imagined he ate a lot. "We're waiting for one more person and then I'll start grilling. In the meantime, we've got snacks. How are they coming, Jet?" my dad asked.

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"I've got the stuffed mushrooms, veggies and chips with dip, and the piggies in a blanket all set out." The last appetizer was for the kids, although the grownups ate their fair share. After all, who didn't like mini hotdogs rolled up in a crescent roll? "I've got bruschetta coming out next." "Thank you, baby." My dad kissed me on the head.

"You're welcome." I headed back into the house. My dad followed me to get more beers for the cooler outside.

At the knock on the door, he said, "I'll get it."

I topped the baguette sliced with cheese and then the tomato basil balsamic mixture.

"Hey, man, thank you for coming," my dad said upon opening the door. "Thank you for inviting me."

My heart stopped. That sounded like Dane. I shook my head. No. It couldn't be. I put the tray of bruschetta in the oven to cook.

"Let me get you a beer." My dad entered the kitchen followed by his guest. "This is my daughter, Jet. Jet, this is my oldest friend in the world, Dane MacLeod."

Oh. My. God. No. For a moment I could only stare. Dane's expression mirrored mine or at least what I felt like mine looked like. Shock.

"You okay, baby?" my dad asked. "Did you burn yourself?"

I quickly pulled myself together. Now wasn't the time to process the fact that my dad just introduced my boss and lover to me as his best friend. "Hi." I managed.

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.com is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Dane forced a smile. "Hi. I've heard a lot about you."

Oh really? Can't be that much otherwise he'd know who I was. Oh God. Had he known? Suddenly, all my dad's attempts to get me a job came back to me. Had he set me up?

I glared at my dad. He held up his hands in surrender. "I know what you're thinking Jet and it's not true. Not really."

I looked from him to Dane. All the blood drained from Dane's face.

I turned to my dad. "You got me this job after I told you I wanted to get it on my own."

"I just sent over your resume. That's it. You did get the job on your own.

Remember, you're using your mom's name."

Dane swallowed looking like he'd been hit with a two-by-four. But I wasn't sure I bought it.

A burning smell hit me. "Oh!" I turned to pull the bruschetta from the oven.

"Jet." Concern laced my dad's tone. "Go away, dad."

"We'll talk later."

Why hadn't he warned me earlier that his friend was my boss? He sent my resume to his friend who hired me. All this time he knew I was working for his friend, and he never said a word? Why wouldn't he? Maybe he thought I'd get mad, which I was. But he had to know we'd put two and two together at Lizzy's party, so why not give me a heads up?

God. What a mess.