Her Dad’s Best Friend

Chapter 105

"I know."

He spanks me lightly. "Brat."

"I love you, too," I tell him. I feel his bristly chin settle on my shoulder. I wish I could stay like this

forever.

***

When I wake up, Jeff is leaning against the headboard, talking on the phone to Marjorie. "Yeah, I know

that I cancelled my meetings but..."

He's cut off by a lot of yelling on the other end. I pick Danny up and take him to his own crib. He doesn't

need the stress of hearing someone shouting at his dad. Poor little boy. He didn't wake us up once

during the night, which means he was really tired. I settled him as gently as I can into his own crib. I

kiss his little cheek before closing his door and going back to Jeff's room.

His face is red. He's pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, I know I'm irresponsible..."

Marjorie must be cutting him off again. With Danny in the other room, I get a wicked idea. I crawl on the

bed on all fours. I pull the sheet off of him. I unbutton his boxers and take his semi-hard dick out. Then I

start to lick him like a lollipop. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Instantly, beads of sweat pop out on his forehead. He motions for me to stop while he's on the phone,

but I like the feeling of power with him under my tongue. I can feel his muscles flexing as he forces

himself not to thrust into my mouth. His breathing is starting to speed up, so I caress his balls. He's

wincing as if he's in pain, but I know it's the effort of holding back.

Marjorie is yelling at him about not speaking, but I don't know if he's capable of speaking at the

moment. His eyes are tightly shut. There's a quivering in his thighs which means that he's about to

explode.

And then he does explode in my mouth, crying "Elia!"

Marjorie stops berating him. I finish swallowing his come.

"What was that?" Marjorie asks sharply.

"Nothing," he pants. "I think I heard Elia in the other room, that's all."

"You're strangely out of breath," I can hear her say.

"I was just trying to tell her to stop Danny from putting his finger in a light socket," Jeff lies.

"Hmm," Marjorie says.

I roll out of bed to use Jeff's bathroom. When I come back, he's no longer on the phone. Jeff is tying his

tie.

“I have to go to work,” he says, pulling me close to kiss me on the mouth. When he finally lets me go,

I’m breathless. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Secretary’s Confrontation

Jeff

ONE HOUR LATER

"You should stay away from her."

I look at the assistant that I've had for a decade. "What, Marjorie?" I’m trying to review materials for one

of today’s meetings. Two seconds ago, my primary concern was the CAGR of one of our business

units. Now, it seems that my marriage concerns Marjorie.

"I don't approve of your relationship with that young lady," she says, her lips pursed. "She's far too

young for you, far too vulnerable. You need a woman by your side, not a little girl."

"She's not a little girl anymore." "You must be joking. I can remember giving her peppermint candy

when she was five. She is half your age."

I don't have much to say to that. She really is half my age. She just makes me feel alive in a way that I

thought was lost forever when my wife died.

"It's a rebound thing," Marjorie says. "And it's cruel of you to let her have any hopes that it'll turn into

something more. You need to break things off with her for her own good. You’re not done grieving for

your first wife.“

"No," I say. I'm not done with her.

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