Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 85

Vanilla at Dawn

Jeff

Sunlight is searing my eyeballs. It's like being in the middle of a spotlight on stage. My head is throbbing and feels like it's made out of those fluffy cotton things my wife uses. I put my hand on her warm thigh. "Morning, gorgeous," I say, smelling her sweet scent. She doesn't smell like roses. She smells like vanilla. My eyes pop open.

In my bed is a naked teenager.

"Holy shit!" I say, jumping out of bed. I realize that I'm naked, too. Elia isn't up yet.

My ass will be nailed to the wall if her dad ever finds out I slept with his baby daughter. I need to get out of here.

My hangover is worse because of the regret. I remember now. She came over to my house because her dad didn't want to leave her alone while he went on a business trip. She normally stays with his sister, her aunt, but her aunt was out of town for some kind of swimming competition. And here I am, waking up next to my nanny and next door neighbor.

I'm the dumbest person on the face of the planet. I think about it and realize that Elia could not have been drunk. A teenager doesn't get to sneak any alcohol, not in my house. Which means that she crawled into bed with me stone cold sober.

I inhale, and I can still smell her vanilla scent. God, it's never been like last night before. Everything that I thought sex was...I felt everything at double the intensity. The look on her face as she orgasmed beneath me...that moment is going into my spank bank for the rest of time.

And I can never have it again. I feel how cold my body gets at the thought. It might be summer, but it feels like the longest night of winter. A truly good man would never have had sex with her, but I already crossed the bridge. The best I can do is prevent us from compounding our mistake.

"Morning," she says sleepily. "How are you feeling?"

Confused. Surprised. Hung over.

"You need to wake up," I say. "You should go back to your own bedroom. Danny will wake up soon, so you should get him a bottle."

She turns away from me. "We're not in the army," she says. "And I'm going back to sleep. Maybe when I wake up, you won't be in nightmare mode."

I'm an asshole, but I walk around the bed and strip the sheet off of her naked body. Oh god, I'm going to hell, but the sight of her bare breasts makes me want to climb back into bed with her. "You can't stay here," I say as sternly as I can.

"Watch me," she says, sassy even when she's half asleep. She yanks the covers back up. I can see the smooth curves of her shoulders and the intriguing bite mark that's right in the valley of her breasts. I put that there.

I go into the shower before my willpower breaks down and I go for another round. When I get down to my cock, I can see that there's a trace of red there. I hurt her last night. I turn off the water, reach out of the shower to grab a towel, and sling it around my waist.

"Did I hurt you last night?" I'm not talking to her as a neighbor or her father's best friend. I'm asking as a lover.

"Not more than I expected for my first time."

I freeze in place. I took her virginity while I was drunk. There is a place in hell with my name on it. I'm sweating.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," I say wretchedly.

"It was beautiful. Don't you dare take that away from me," she says.

At least I didn't have whiskey dick. "I won't," I say. "But I shouldn't repeat it..."