One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Bridget

Yes. Yes. Yes. That was all I could think when Dane plunged that magnificent dick inside me. I held onto him wanting to keep him close, not just right now, but for forever. Surely there was a way out of this predicament. We could keep our relationship a secret.

My heart sank at that idea. Yes, it had been my idea to keep our affair on the downlow, but the truth was, I was falling for him. He was sweet and kind. I'd started to dream that we could take our relationship out of the shadows and into the light.

But now, that dream had vanished. I couldn't imagine my father being okay with Dane and me. He was a great father, but he'd see it the same way as Dane did; he was fucking his friend's daughter.

His hand slid down my thigh, lifting it. He thrust, filling me deeper, making me arch as the most delicious pleasure flooded me.

Then in an instant, he withdrew and stood. I feared he was going to stop. "Get on your hands and knees," he demanded.

A new erotic spark flashed through me. I rolled over onto my hands and knees.

He gripped my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed as he stood behind me. "If this is it, I want at least one time fucking you like this. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes. Yes, I want that. Fast and hard, Dane."

He growled. "Fuck." He sounded tortured. I hated that this was bothering

him so much. I was an adult. But he plunged in, and I couldn't think of anything except the way he slid in and out of me.

"You like it hard and fast."

"Yes. More... God more..." But not too much more because I didn't want it to end. God, at any time my father could come looking for me.

"Enjoy the ride, Bridget. When this is done, so are we." He gripped my hips tighter as he pistoned in and out of me.

I wanted to contradict him, but I couldn't speak. My pussy was on fire, not in pain, but in torturous pleasure. He thrust in, grinding against me. I pushed back against him.

"You really think you can stop?" I managed to ask.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Bridget." He plunged in again and warmth filled my body.

He reached around my waist, rubbing my clit. I muffled my face in a pillow as my orgasm blew through me. My pussy pulsed and spasmed and it felt so good. Too good for this to be the last time.

For a moment he stilled. The only sound was our breaths as we came down from the orgasms. Abruptly he pulled out. He quickly redid his jeans. Regret filled his features.

My heart cracked in two.

"This can never happen again, Bridget. You're Troy's daughter. This is so wrong on so many levels." As he spoke, I also saw pain in his regret. Was it because it was over? Or did he feel guilty over betraying my father?

I grabbed a tissue from my nightstand cleaning him off me before pulling up my panties and shorts. "You know what's wrong? That you and my dad treat me like a child, an extension of him. I'm my own person, Dane." "Fuck." He looked down for a moment. "That's not what I meant-" "Just forget it." I knew I wouldn't change his mind. "Just go back to the

party. It won't be long before my dad comes looking for you." He flinched. "We'll talk about this later."

Yeah, right.

He left my room and I flopped back on my bed. How had something so good and right turned out to be bad and wrong?

It wasn't wrong. Love couldn't be wrong.

Dane thought otherwise. He was loyal to my father which meant he didn't feel for me the way I did for him. My father wouldn't like it if Dane and I were together, but deep down he wanted my happiness, so I was sure he'd come around.

I wouldn't ever replace out, though, because Dane didn't think I was worth fighting for. My heart broke a little more at that. I rolled to my side, burying my head in my pillow as I cried.

As I wept in my pink room with fairy lights, I felt like a silly schoolgirl having her heart broken for the first time. The truth was my heart hadn't ever been broken before. Not like this.

My high school boyfriend and I ended amicably when we went to college. I dated in college, but I never was serious about any of them. There was something different about Dane. It was like my heart was tethered to him, but he took a knife to it to sever our connection.

But I wasn't a woman to let a man derail her. I was strong. So, I sat up, grabbing another tissue to wipe my tears. I stood up, wobbled as vertigo unsteadied me, making me feel nauseous. I sat on the edge of my bed waiting for it to pass. A loud knock on my door startled me.

"Jet? Daddy says to stop moping and get your butt downstairs. You're supposed to be helping," Ari's voice carried through the door. "I'll be right there."

Get it together Jet. I rose slowly. When I opened my door, Ari was gone. I made a stop in the bathroom to wash my face. I studied myself in the mirror.

I'd been a gawky kid with unruly red hair, freckles and glasses when I first came to live with my dad. When I was sixteen, I started the transformation from ugly duckling to a swan. Well, maybe not a swan. I wasn't poised and graceful, but I was okay in the looks department. I couldn't tame the curls, but I could contain the frizz. Makeup highlighted my best feature, my eyes, while blurring the freckles. Contacts replaced the glasses. The person I saw in the mirror now wasn't a gawky kid. She was an independent, capable woman. Why couldn't anyone see that?

I sighed. I was a woman in love with her boss who just happened to be her dad's best friend.

Resigned to accept Dane's position at least for tonight, I went downstairs and resumed hosting duties. I avoided Dane and he avoided me. He was the first to leave. I imagined he felt relief at getting away. But he couldn't get away forever. He'd see me at work and all the feelings would still be there. It wasn't

like learning that my father was his friend killed the feelings. But then I remembered that Dane chose my father. He didn't want to fight for us. So maybe things would be different at work.

When the party was over, I headed to bed, feeling emotionally exhausted.

Thankfully, my dad and Lizzie attributed my fatigue to a busy day.

I stopped in the bathroom to wash my face and remove my contacts, slipping my glasses on in case I wanted to read in bed. In my bedroom, I took my jewelry off and then pulled my pill packet from the top shelf of my dresser. I took today's pill which I always took at night. It was easier for me to remember at night than in the morning.

I put on my pajamas and climbed into bed. I took my glasses off, knowing I was too exhausted to read. Sleep came quickly, but with it came dreams; good ones at first. Dane was making love to me. But then it turned into a nightmare when my father walked in on us.

The next morning, I woke up feeling groggy and puny. Telling my dad that I didn't feel well, I stayed in bed until the afternoon. When I got up, I dressed and had some toast. Then I spent the day hanging around the pool reading while my siblings swam. I figured I'd give myself one day to wallow in my heartbreak, but tomorrow, back at work, I'd put on my big girl panties and rock the marketing world.

My mind was willing to kill it as a marketing specialist at the office, but my heart dragged. Luckily, I took a lot of drama classes in high school, so I plastered on a smile and acted as perky as I usually did. Being busy with the new campaign helped. I was on the phone with the brokers of the field offices and working with the design team on materials to send to agents who wanted to boost their social media marketing efforts.

Every now and then, in between tasks, I'd think of Dane and I'd feel the first sign of tears. I quickly moved onto a new task, chiding myself for pining over a man who didn't care for me.

When Lane asked if I wanted to have lunch with her, I declined, afraid she might be able to tell something was wrong or ferret out what had happened between me and Dane.

A part of me wanted to tell her. She was a good friend, and the one person I could go to about things like how I was fucking my boss who turned out to be my dad's friend. But I wasn't quite ready to share that much with

her. I felt I could trust her, but it could put her in a difficult position. Plus, she knew Dane longer than she knew me. Perhaps like Dane's loyalty to my father, she'd feel loyal to Dane, and end our friendship.

I shook my head wondering how I'd gotten into such a mess. Thankfully, only my personal life was in shambles. At work, I was rockin' it.

That's what I needed to focus on. My career. It was the one thing I could trust. As long as I did my job, I'd be rewarded.

So, I buckled down and worked on creating the most successful marketing campaign ever at MacLeod Capital Investments. I'd keep my head down and avoid Dane. His father would be back once he was well enough to work, and Dane would move on. Eventually, the pain would evaporate, and Dane would be a blip in my history.