One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Dane

I was being punished for fucking Bridget in my office. That had to be why Bran showed up when he did. I'd just gone from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows. He walked in with his usual smirk and snarky attitude. I didn't want him to stay, so I blocked his path to a chair. He could state his business and leave.

"For a reclusive billionaire, you seem to be popping up all over the place lately." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Your inexperience forces me to leave my comfortable mansion to slum it downtown."

Elitist fucker. "Did you come down to make a deal or are you planning to continue to toy with me? It's time to shit or get off the pot, Bran."

"Did you learn that vulgarity in the military?"

He was right. It was unprofessional to talk to him like that. Worse, it gave away how much he irked me. If he could push my buttons, he would win.

He arched a brow. "I wonder if you're so uptight because you're diddling your barely-legal office girl."

That was one button pushing too far. I grabbed him and pushed him up against the wall. "Now who's being vulgar and disrespectful? Do you talk about all women like that?"

"Whoa, hey, Dane." Ethan pulled me away from Bran.

Bran brushed off his lapel, but I'd seen the look of shock, maybe even fear in his eyes. It was for a split second, but it was there, and I took a great deal of satisfaction at having put it there.

"I have no idea what your father was thinking to put you in charge, Dane. You're ignorant in business and your temper makes you dangerous." Bran's composure was fully back in place. I really wanted to remove it with a punch to his face. "And I have no idea why my father wants to do business with you." "Again, proof that you're in over your head here."

Ethan stood between me and Bran. "Dane is doing a great job-" "I don't need you sticking up for me, Ethan."

Bran snorted. "Dane, you need all the help you can get."

"You know what, Bran. I'm sick of you dicking me around. I'm sick of seeing you around. I'm sick of your tiresome, adolescent attitude. You're not the hotshot you think you are."

He stared at me impassively. "Deal's off. Get out of my office."

Ethan's eyes widened. "Whoa... Dane"

"The. Deal. Is. Off. Now get out and don't come back."

"Your father will be disappointed." Bran tossed my Achilles heel in my face, but this time I wasn't going to be taken down.

"I don't care."

Bran shrugged like it didn't make a difference to him, but I knew it did. He wanted this deal. Now he was going to pay for being an asshole. "Fine." When Bran left, I let out a breath. I needed a stiff drink. "Dane, your father-"

I whirled on Ethan. "I'll deal with my father. Why are you here?"

"I wanted to check in about the Erickson deal, but uh...well, I guess it's kaput."

They were both right about my father. He was going to be pissed. He was probably going to fire me. Good. That would eliminate the problem of my being Bridget's boss. Still, it might help if I had an alternative deal to offer my father.

"I need you to find me something better than what Erickson was offering." I thought about Troy and wondered if he had any new large construction plans that required investments or real estate. Ten years ago, he'd partnered with a shipping company owner Ryker Williams to build a new port. It was doing well. Maybe he'd want to build a playground or something. He had enough kids to single-handedly use it.

Ethan nodded, although he didn't look convinced that my father would be assuaged.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"No. I'll go see what I can find as an alternative."

"Good." When he left, I sat at my desk. Twenty minutes ago, I was in total bliss, sliding in and out of Bridget's lush body. I hated Bran for taking away the high from that. Luckily, I'd be able to see her tonight. Which reminded me, I needed to text her my address. I sent it off and a few minutes later, she said she was meeting colleagues for drinks to celebrate her success, so she needed to meet a little later.

I would have liked to have gone with her, but I knew this was her team's success. They didn't need the boss around to stifle their celebration. I texted back that she could stop by whenever. I had no plans. That evening, as I headed home, my father called and summoned me home. Fuck.

When I arrived, I found my father in the parlor. My mother was fluffing up the flowers in the room. She didn't really care about them. She just wanted to listen in on our conversation.

I walked in knowing I was about to be crucified by my father.

When he saw me, his eyes darkened. He pointed a finger at me. "You fucked up the deal with Erickson, Dane."

"Language!" my mother chastised him.

"He was dicking us around." I vacillated on whether to get a drink. I wanted liquid fortification to deal with my dad, but having a drink meant I'd be sticking around. If I didn't have a drink, I could escape faster. My mother glared at me. "You two need to stop being vulgar. It's unbecoming."

"He was dicking you around because you let him. You are weak." My father ignored her.

It would be useless to tell him the mental strength required to be a SEAL. "That was the only thing I needed you to do, and you couldn't do it. I

shouldn't have put you in as CEO." He shook his head. It wasn't the first time he'd been disappointed in me. I wonder how long it would be before it didn't hurt.

"You're getting yourself worked up," my mother poured my father a glass of water from the bar in the room and handed it to him.

"I'm pissed off. Once again, Dane is determined to forsake his family."

"I know the Erickson family well. Why don't we have him over for dinner. You can all work things out," my mother, ever the peacemaker, said.

The last thing I wanted was to watch my father and Bran lord over me how I hadn't gotten the deal done.

"I'll invite Anne too. She said she had a lovely time with Dane. That's all he needs, dear. He's spent all his time in the rough world of war. A woman will soften him up and settle him down."

"I'm in the room." Why did they talk like I wasn't there?

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.com is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! My mother smiled, but she was placating me. "Of course, you are."

"And I'm not interested in breaking bread with Bran Erickson. He's a sexist dick," I spat.

My father's nostrils flared. "You damn well will do it or I'll replace you."

I really wanted to tell him where he could shove his threat, but his cheeks were red and his breath was harsh. I had problems with my father, but I didn't wish to make him sicker or worse, suffer another heart attack.

"Fine. But you don't need to invite Anne." The two were ganging up on me. I didn't need their attacks from both sides. I only wanted to deal with one issue at a time.

"Anne will help make things better. Beautiful women have a way of keeping men civilized and level headed."

I stared at my mother. Where did she come up with ideas like that? "That's not true."

Her lips thinned. "In this case, it is. Bran won't be as aggressive if Anne is there. Neither will you."

"Why don't you set up Bran and Anne, then. I don't need a matchmaker, mother."

"She's perfect for you."

There was only one woman that fit that bill and it wasn't Anne. I looked at my watch wondering when Bridget would be done with drinks.

"I mean it, Dane. You come to dinner and fix this or you're out."

The fact that he probably meant I'd be out of family as well as the business felt like a punch to the gut. I wanted to tell them to go to hell but couldn't. I was their only son, only child. I couldn't stop the obligation I felt toward them. "Fine." I didn't bother to stick around for the details. It wouldn't matter if I had stayed. My mom and dad were going to do what they wanted.

I drove home, wanting to burn away the day with a bottle of booze, but

knew I couldn't be drunk when Bridget arrived. Instead, I checked the fridge to see what sort of food I had to serve her.

It was nearly eight o'clock when she knocked on my door. I didn't give her a chance to say hello. I pulled her to me and pressed her against the wall, letting loose all the pent-up energy.

"Oh God." She clutched at my shoulders.

"I'm sorry..." I forced myself to stop. Maybe my mother was right. I was uncivilized from years in the military.

"Don't be sorry. I was just taken by surprise." Her eyes narrowed. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head. "I don't want to talk about it. What I want is you."

She smiled and just like that, the sun pushed away the storm in my heart. "Well then." She switched our positions, so I was against the wall.

Undoing my pants, she pulled them and my boxer briefs down. "Let me take care of you, Dane." She dropped to her knees.

"Fuck. Yes."

Her fingers wrapped around my cock and a shot of pleasure radiated through me, taking away the pain from my parents and pushing out the feelings of doubt and failure. This was so much better and more effective than booze. I closed my eyes and let everything go except Bridget and this moment.

I thread my fingers through her hair, holding her head as I gently rocked in and out of her hot, wet mouth. My dick swelled until I wasn't sure how it didn't bust apart.

"Yes, Bridget. So fucking good."

The sucking and slurping sound she made heighted the pleasure.

She gripped my dick, using her hand to stroke me. "How do you want to come?"

I looked down on her. She looked so innocent and sexy at the same time. "The normal way?" I wasn't sure what she was asking.

"Do you want me to drink it or come on me." How was it she thought of something like that? "Or fuck me."

"I want all that." I stared down at her wondering if maybe this was a dream. My life was fucked up. It wasn't possible to have such a perfect woman, dedicated to my pleasure at my home, sucking my cock.

I could see the swell of her tits and in that instant I knew what I wanted.

"I want to fuck your tits and come all over you."

Her green eyes flashed with erotic heat. Her gaze held mine as she removed her blouse and bra. The sight of her tits made my mouth water. I took my shirt off and dropped to my knees, cupping her glorious globes, and sucking them, one by one, into my mouth.

She gasped and held me to her. "You're so good at that. God...I could probably come just from you sucking my breasts."

It was something I'd want to try. Later.

I carefully laid her on the floor and undressed her until she was naked. I took a moment to inventory her body, every curve and swell.

Then I straddled her and lay my dick between her tits. "Push them together."

She did as I asked, and my dick disappeared between her tits. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I began to rock, sliding my dick between her luscious mounds. Right there, in the foyer of my home, I fucked her tits until I came like a horny teenager watching his first porn.

When I finished, I moved off her, laying on the foyer floor beside her. "You're like a wet dream come to life, Bridget."

She climbed on top of me, rubbing her chest over mine, coating me with the cum I'd spewed there. "So are you, Dane."

"I was thinking I'd make you dinner, but when I saw you, I had to have you."

"I'm glad."

"How about a shower and then I'll make you dinner?" I was a terrible host.

"Okay."

I helped her up. "I haven't forgotten that you haven't come yet. I'll take care of that in the shower."

"I'm holding you to that." She gripped my dick and led me through the house. "So, where's the shower?"