One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Dane

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I was going to hell for sure. I'd done my best to live my life with good morals. But clearly Bridget Manion was my kryptonite.

There had been so many reasons that I shouldn't touch her. I was twenty years older than her. She worked for me. But those reasons were nothing compared to the fact she was my best friend's daughter.

When Bridget walked into Troy's home and called him dad, my life ended. I'd fucked my best friend's kid. Worst of all, I wanted to do it again and again.

She looked at me with round eyes. She was as shocked as I was to learn I was her father's friend. But then her eyes narrowed. She was pissed. I don't know why, but maybe it was a good thing. If she was pissed, she'd stay away from me. If she stayed away, I wouldn't be tempted. I wouldn't lose to temptation.

She was the first to put it together that her father had sent her resume to me. No wonder she was pissed. But worse than that, I hadn't once considered that she was the woman he'd referred to me. Maybe my father and Bran were right, I wasn't cut out to be a businessman.

She turned her angry green eyes on me for a moment. She didn't think I knew about her and Troy, did she?

As soon as I could, I removed myself from her presence because the last thing I needed was Troy knowing the dirty things I'd done to his daughter. It would definitely ruin Lizzy's birthday party.

Out on the patio, all of Troy's other friends were enjoying the summer

evening. Ryker, Zach, Giorgio, and Claude along with their wives and kids, swam, laughed, played, and looked like the happiest people in the world. Even the newest member of the group, NFL player Theo Newberry had found his soulmate, after only a few weeks ago telling me he never wanted to risk being in love.

I had been the one saying I wanted what Troy and his friends had. A loving wife. Wonderful kids.

Over the last few weeks during my clandestine affair with Bridget, there were moments when I pictured a life with her, filled with kids and laughter, and spectacular sex. That dream bubble burst the moment I realized she was Troy's daughter. "You look like you could use a beer." Theo handed me one.

I needed a tanker of something stronger. The guilt at what I'd done was burning my gut. The guilt at wishing I could do it again made me feel like an old pervert.

"By the way, thank you for all you did to help me buy my house. It's fantastic," Theo said.

"All I did was refer the agent to you." I had met with Theo when he was looking for a family-friendly home for him and his daughter. It had been a surprise to learn he was a father, then again, the guy had a reputation. But now, he was settling down, not just with his daughter but a woman he loved. And because I referred our top agent, Selene Belfast, he bought a beautiful home for them to spend their lives together in.

Perhaps this was a sign that a family wasn't for me, unless I took my mother's route and simply married for status. No. I'd rather replace another suitable CEO to take my place and then leave town. I could travel. I could go live in a cabin and write a book. What I couldn't do was stay here and work with the one woman who made me feel alive and believe in a future, when I couldn't have her.

"Things have changed for you, I see," I said to Theo.

"You were right. Sometimes people make mistakes and need forgiveness."

"Are you talking about you or her?" I didn't know the entire story about Theo and his girlfriend, but it sounded like they hadn't been completely upfront with each other. He'd been angry and hurt a few weeks ago. "Both. I feel as happy as all the rest of them look. It scared me shitless to put it all on the line with Regan, but it was worth it. I've never felt more sure

about anything in my life than her and me, us."

I patted him on the back. "Good for you. I'm happy for you." And so fucking jealous.

While Theo had come to my way of thinking, I was leaning toward his. Love was too much of a risk. Too much could go wrong. Like you could fall for your best friend's kid.

Jesus fuck, I went to high school with both her parents. I wasn't just older than her, I was old enough to be her father. I sucked down a large gulp of beer trying to swallow the disgust of that.

Bridget exited the house and began collecting empty plates and glasses. Then she made her way toward me. My dick swelled as I watched her curves sway in my direction. I was on the express train to hell for sure.

I swallowed to keep from giving anything away. "Can you lend me a hand, Dane?" she asked.

Before I walked into this house, I would have given her anything. "What do you need?"

"Come inside and help me with these."

I looked around the patio. Everyone at Lizzie's party was outside. That meant there was no one inside. I'd be alone with her. If I was alone with her, I'd want to touch her. I'd want to taste her sweet lips. I wanted to go down on her and then slide inside her tight body. I shouldn't. I couldn't.

"Sure." I took some plates from her and followed her into the house. She put her stack in the sink and gripped the edge of the counter. "Why didn't you tell me." We spoke at the same time.

She looked up at me. "Tell you what?"

I leaned close and spoke low, not wanting anyone to hear me. "That you're Troy's kid."

Anger flashed in her eyes. "I'm not a kid. I think you know that."

I winced. "Jesus, fuck..." I turned away, running his fingers through my hair. This was a fucking nightmare.

"Why didn't you tell me you were his friend?" she asked.

The sliding door opened. Panic filled me. She turned to do the dishes as Troy walked in.

He grinned when he saw us. "My kid is great, isn't she? I'm glad you're able to get to know her."

I knew her alright. I knew every delectable inch of her. I cleared my throat. "Yes."

Troy kissed Bridget on the cheek. The fatherly gesture made what I'd done even worse.

"I'm so glad you moved back home, baby girl," he said to her. He picked up a platter of raw meat. "I was disappointed when she decided to transfer from UCLA up to UC Berkeley, but now she's back."

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"You know that's not true. I'm so proud of you. I've got to get these grilled up." He left us alone.

"He's why you hired me, right?" she said when Troy was out of earshot.

I gaped. "You're joking, right? If I'd known you were Troy's kid-daughter, I'd have never-❞

She whirled on me. "Hired me? Fucked me?"

God. Did she need to say that so loud? I turned my head, expecting Troy to enter the kitchen and kick my ass. I was stronger than him, but if he wanted to beat me, I'd let him. I deserved it. He wasn't there, so I responded. "Both."

She jerked back like I'd slapped her. "If you'd known, you wouldn't have hired me?"

I let out a nervous laugh. "That's the thing you pick up on? Not the fucking part?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't you have hired me?"

I leaned in close. "Because I wanted to fuck you and you don't fuck your friend's daughter."

Her cheeks tinged with a soft pink. I knew that response. My comment had turned her on. God. She was so lovely.

She pushed away leaving the kitchen. I followed her even though my head told me to let her go. Let her go and leave the party. Go to my dad and quit. It would save him the hassle of firing me.

But I didn't do that. I reached her bedroom just as she was shutting the door. I put my hand out to stop her.

"Bridget." I didn't force my way in, but neither did I let her shut the door. "What?" She left the door and went to sit on her bed.

I stepped in, shutting the door to avoid eavesdroppers. I looked around her room. It was the room of a teenage girl with pink walls decorated with fairy lights and pictures of rock stars. It highlighted the huge age difference and how wrong I was to have touched her.

"I swear. I didn't know about your relation to Troy. He always called you Jet. And you have a different last name. How could I know?"

She appeared to accept my explanation.

Feeling like such a jerk, I squatted down in front of her. "I'm sorry." "For what? For fucking me?"

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I looked down for a moment because what I was about to say was so wrong. I lifted my head to look her in the eyes. "No. God help me; I should be sorry for that. I'm sorry that I put you in this situation."

Anger flashed in her eyes. "You didn't put me in this situation. Not any more than I did. I hate it that my dad thinks I'm still a kid. I don't need it from you too. I make my own decisions, get into my own predicaments."

I nodded now feeling like a jerk that I was making her feel as if I thought she was a kid. "I wasn't implying that you're a child. I know you're not. You're smart and creative and..." I couldn't list all the things that I liked about her. I needed to disengage, not confess my feelings.

"And what?" she prodded.

"And something that's no longer appropriate for me to say." I stood up. It was time for me to say goodbye to her.

"You're strong and brave and loyal and..." She hesitated.

I arched a brow. "And what?" The warning bells in my head told me it didn't matter what she thought of me. It was dangerous to stick around to replace out.

"Sexy." She reached out and cupped me through my jeans.

"Bridget." I couldn't let her do this. But I didn't back away because her hand was warm through my jeans and my dick knew of the pleasures that she could give me.

Her eyes sparkled with defiance as she undid the button of my jeans, sliding the zipper down, and freeing my dick.

"Bridget...we can't."

She sucked the tip of my dick into her mouth sending electric sparks of pleasure through me.

"Ah fuck." I dropped my head back as I laced my fingers through her hair, resigned to my inability to resist this woman. "I'm going to hell."

Her mouth was amazing. I didn't want to know how many times she'd delivered this type of pleasure to other young men to get so good at sucking dick. Her tongue lapped along my shaft then swirled around the rim. I groaned hoping to hell no one came looking for us.

I rocked my hips, fucking her mouth. Her fingers teased the sensitive skin behind my balls. Fuck, I was going to come. But I didn't want to like this. If this was going to be our last time, I wanted to come in her sweet pussy.

I pulled away and she looked up at me with fire in her eyes. "I might as well finish you off," she said.

"You will." I pushed her back on the bed and divested her of her shorts and panties. I rubbed my fingers through her pussy, replaceing her wet and ready. Then I sank into her hating how much pleasure it gave me. This was wrong, but holy hell, it felt so right.

Her fingers gripped my back and her legs wrapped around my hips. If I was going to hell, I'd at least have the orgasm of lifetime as my send off.