Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 3

Lincoln

The next afternoon, I’m coming in from a lunch meeting when I see her. She has big headphones on. They’re connected to her phone while she sorts through all the email that has accumulated in the last day.

“Camilla.”

She flushes the same way as she pushes her headphones off so that they’re around her neck.

“How can I help you, sir?”

“I need you to get me a double shot of espresso from the café next door as soon as possible.” I need the caffeine. I’d like to be drinking some whiskey, but it’s a little early in the day for that. Plus alcohol lowering my inhibitions is a terrible idea when all I want to do is bend my best friend’s daughter over my desk and fuck her until she’s screaming my name so that the whole office can hear her and know that she’s mine.

Bad idea.

“Sure, sir.”

“And you can grab something for yourself. Put it on the company account.”

“Right away.” She stands up, tugging her skirt down. Her breasts jiggle just a little bit. God, everything she does entrances me. She makes me think like a horny teenager. I’m surprised that there isn’t drool dripping off my chin.

She has it all: beauty, brains, efficiency, and a sense of humor. If she were two decades older, we’d be married already.

She walks towards the elevator. I’m admiring her smooth, sexy walk before I shake my head and turn around. I’m about to head into my office when I see the email that’s on her screen.

The subject line says “Today’s Lincoln Fantasy”.

I know that I’m snooping into a private file, but come on. My name is there. Surely that gives me a free pass.

I look around the office. Nobody is paying attention. The sales team that is normally on this floor is out at some corporate retreat, setting sales goals for the next quarter. The people who are here aren’t looking at me.

I sit down at her desk and read the rest of it.

* * *

Oh my god, Kelly, I can’t stop thinking about him. I want his perfect mouth on mine. I want him to pin me against the wall and hold me in place until I beg him to stop because I can’t take any more. And then I want him to keep going anyway.

I can’t handle working here anymore, Kels. It’s going to be hell this week. It’s only Tuesday, so I have three more days to go.

I’m so wet that I think that I’ve soaked through my panties and onto my skirt. Just smelling his scent makes me wet. He doesn’t even have to be here.

I can never tell him that I want him to shove me face-down on his desk, tie my hands with his tie, and fuck me until my mind explodes into a thousand pieces. He’ll tell my dad that I was inappropriate at work, and then I’ll get yelled at. I don’t want to be cut off.

* * *

My eyebrows are raised. She was afraid of me telling her dad how she felt? Not a chance in hell, not if I wanted to keep my balls. He’d show up at my office with a shotgun in a heartbeat.

She felt the same way. My mind ran through the possibilities.