“Come, little bird,” I grunt with three final thrusts, before I lift her enough for my cock to slip out, slapping against my abdomen. I release her throat, angle her back, and frantically rub against her clit with all four of my fingers. “Cover me in your cum! Do it!” I demand, those final words sending her over the edge, and she squirts… coating me in her release. Drenching my chest, neck, and face as she screams out in front of me, grinding her pussy over my cock and bringing out my own release after only a few strokes.
Yeah, I’m fucked alright.
“You dirty little slut!” Letty shrieks from the other end of the line, and I burst out laughing. I made sure sleeping on the couch wasn’t an option for him last night, forcing him to come to bedwithme. “Someone clearly likes a little sugar with theirdaaaddy.”
“Oh shut up, it’s not like that.”
“What exactly is it like then?” she questions, but I can hear the humour in her words.
“It’s just sex… while he’s still married to my bitch mother, nothing more, nothing less.” Jumping up from the bed I make my way over to the bathroom and look at the mess which is my reflection. “Jesus…” I snort.
“What?”
“He really fucked the shit out of me last night, because… damn, I look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards.”
“I’m not surprised after the picture you sent me of him sleeping, I mean… hello!?” She chuckles. I pick up the brush beside the sink and start brushing my hair as Letty continues to talk. “Also, the fact you’re literally fucking your mother’s husband iswildto me.”
“I wish I cared, but the dick’s just too good. At one point I thought the poor bastard might have a heart attack with the way he was rocking my shit. I mean he’s forty-nine, he could pull a muscle and be out of the game for weeks.”
Letty bursts into hysterics, her dirty cackle causing me to pull the phone away from my ear. “Is it safe for you to travel to LA yet?”
Tying my hair up into a messy bun and slipping out of my pajamas, I hold the phone against my ear using my shoulder. “Urgh, no. The blizzard stopped this morning, and Jack says the snow should start melting over the next couple of days, so once I can pack up and leave, I’ll send you a WhatsApp.”
“You’re actually going to leave?” She sounds surprised.
“Don’t be shocked, he made it very clear this was only until I was able to leave. I don’t think he’s looking for anything right now. And to be honest—”
“Neither are you,” she finishes my sentence for me. “I know. I just figured that might have changed this morning?”
“Nah,” I snort. “I have far too much going on, and besides it’s just fun. My mother fucked the chef; he fucks her daughter… kind of makes sense.”
“Alright. But I don’t want to hear shit about how you fell in love with him when you get here.”
It’s my turn to dissolve into a fit of laughter now, because if there’s one thing that’s never going to happen… it’s me falling in love with Jack Miller.
Not in a million years.
Swinging my body playfully around the end of the bannisters, I make my way through the foyer towards Jack’s office. I’m wearing one of his white shirts and nothing else, because why else would I be looking for him if it wasn’tto get fucked again, or at least to please him. He said it’s over the moment we’re not snowed in anymore… so I’m going to make the most of it while we are.
When I reach the door to his office I don’t bother knocking—even though I can hear him talking with multiple people inside. As quietly as I can, I grip the handle and open it, stepping inside and closing the door behind me.
His eyes roam over my body, the corner of his mouth twitching in approval over my clothing choice. “Yes, upgrading the security levels for Sanderson House would be the best option here,” he agrees, curling his finger and silently beckoning me over. “I think it’s abundantly clear to everyone on this call that a security break like this is unacceptable.”
“Of course, Jack,” another man replies just as I carefully drop to my knees and begin to crawl underneath the desk.
As more men chime in on the conversation, he sits in silence, widening his legs so I’m able to kneel between them. Jack glances down at me as I slowly begin popping the buttons of his crisp white shirt one at a time, teasing him. He settles his elbow on the arm of the chair and uses his closed fist to mask the smirk on his face.
“Don’t you think so, Jack?” someone asks him.
He clears his throat, turning his attention back to his laptop screen. “Run that by me again, I was going through some options in my head and wasn’t paying attention.”
I stifle my laugh as best as I can when his foot taps against the side of my upper thigh. I remove his shirt from my body, tossing it behind me and out of view. Starting at his ankles I glide my hands up the full expanse of his legs, flattening my palms when I reach his thick, muscular thighs.
“Do you think it would be better to incorporate a brand-new set of coding into the current security system, just so in the event a crash like this does happen again they have a failsafe?”
“A failsafe is something they should’ve had from the beginning, so why was this not set up in the first place?” Jack replies, readjusting himself in his seat as I pop the button on his trousers open and lower the zipper. He bridges his hips slightly so I’m able to pull them and his boxers down and under his firm ass.
Jack watches as I lick the entirety of my hand then turns his attention back to the screen, trying his hardest to pay attention, even though I know he’s dying inside.
