To Love and To Lust

Chapter 10

Martin

What should a man do when he is very attracted to his best friend's daughter, who is nearly half his age? Let me tell you what, he should walk away. Be a good man and nip the idea in the bud before it blossoms into something else. But, I'm not that man, and I've proven that by what I did with and to her in the bathroom. Honestly, I just couldn't help myself.

I've been watching her since the very first night she came into my bar. Yes, my bar. What do you think MH stands for? It's Martin Hill, my initials. Though I doubt that Amelia knows, and I want it to stay that way. I have a feeling that if she finds out, she'll stop coming here.

Even though I'd kept my distance over the years, I've watched Amelia evolve into the most gorgeous young woman. I don't think she even notices that when she enters a room, all heads turn in her direction. Everyone is captivated by her beauty and class.

Throughout the years, I've never heard David say one bad thing about her. It was all praise as she excelled in her academics and other areas of her life. I can honestly say that I'm proud of her.

My mind runs back to last night, when I had my fingers inside her, the sweet, unique taste of her nectar. She was so wet and tight, my b*lls drew tighter than they had ever done in my entire life, and believe me, I've had my fair share of women. All types and races, though I've never been with anyone as young as her.

I like my women experienced, but with Amelia, I know that there's a freak inside her that so desperately wants to come out, and I want to be the one who makes it emerge, who gives her the courage to do whatever makes her happy, even if it's unconventional.

My c*ck twitches at the thought, making me subtly adjust myself. In the middle of a meeting is not an appropriate place to have a hard-on, but right now, I'm as stiff as a piece of steel. I need immediate release.

"Excuse me," I say, standing quickly and leaving the meeting room, so that no one would catch on to my dilemma.

I rush inside the bathroom, quickly unbuckle my belt and pull down my zipper, releasing my hard-as-rock c*ck. I sigh in relief when it is finally free.

My c*ck, which is already dripping with pre-c*m, helps to lubricate me as I pump back and forth. I close my eyes and imagine that it is Amelia's tight heat I am thrusting into, and just like that, the sensation intensifies.

"F*ck!" I swear, because that's the only thing I can say, as my brain is in shambles at the moment.

Soon after, too soon, I can feel my org*sm approaching. A tingle travels from my toes to my spine, then from my brain straight to my b*lls. My eyes roll over as my vision temporarily blurs. I put a hand on the wall to brace myself and hold my c*ck over the toilet, so I don't make a mess, but that's proven to be futile as it spills everywhere any way.

"Sh*t!"

I can't believe I've just masturb*ted to the thought of Amelia like a damn school boy. I feel sixteen again. I can imagine what it would feel like if I got to be inside her.

"That's your best friend's daughter," I say loudly, reminding myself, but it does nothing to squelch the lustful feelings I have towards her. I'm in big trouble.

A damp cloth does the trick of cleaning me up. I use a piece of tissue to wipe my c*me from the toilet and the wall. I have a cleaner, but I think it would be disrespectful to leave my mess for her to clean up.

When I re-enter the meeting room, I get watchful stares from my team, but they quickly avert their eyes when I look directly at them. I'm sure my face is flushed, but I don't give a f*ck. I'm not the only one who has ever masturb*ted.

The meeting runs on for the net half an hour. It is mainly about inventory and sales, and so far, everything is on track. MH Bar and Grill is at its peak.

About 4 o'clock in the afternoon, while I'm sitting in my office, I receive a message from David, telling me that he and Claire will have dinner here tonight, and that he wants me to join them. I'm excited about meeting my friend's wife. I've known for some time now that the marriage would happen, but I've never had the privilege of meeting her. I reply telling him that I will be looking forward to later.

The happiness I feel for my friend instantly vanishes when another text message comes moments later. Amelia will be joining them here.

"Oh sh*t!" I mumble.

I already told David that I would be there to join them. All I have to do is refrain from looking at Amelia and everything will be okay, right?

Frustrated, I scrub a hand over my face and exhale a deep breath. Trouble always seems to find me, but this time, the trouble is in the form of a beautiful, sexy young woman. One whom I should avoid, but can't seem to do that as my mind is completely flooded with thoughts of her.

Having decided that I can't avoid Amelia forever because I'm a grown a*s man for f*ck's sake, I take a shower in the bathroom inside my office and put on a fresh set of casual clothes. My white long-sleeved button-up shirt and blue jeans go well with my favorite brown boots. It's far from the suits I'm normally in. Suits give off a more serious vibe, while causal clothes give a more relaxed feel.

I haven't worn cologne because of a woman in a while, and when I do, I mostly do it for myself, but the thought of Amelia has me spraying a few spritz on myself. Having toiletries and necessities in my office proves to be convenient.

Informing the kitchen that I will be having dinner with my friends and their daughter, and advising what they should serve, I sit at the best table in the restaurant and wait. It's situated on the terrace outside the building, with the most amazing view. It will be perfect.

Just as I have this thought, a waiter comes to inform me that my guests are here. I quickly get up to go and greet them as I was looking forward to seeing David. I scoff at the lie I tell myself because David is not who I'm eager to see.

Disappointment floods my system when I go inside and Amelia is not there. Claire catches me looking behind and speaks.

"She'll be here soon. She stopped by Lily's first," Clair says. Perceptive. I nod in response.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Claire. I'm Martin," I introduce myself.

"Oh, I know who you are because David here can't stop talking about you. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought it was you who he married," she says, smiling. That causes me to laugh and David joins in.

"What can I say? We've been together for a long time," David tells her, causing another round of laughter.

"When Amelia gets here, please escort her outside," I tell the waiter.

I lead them to the terrace outside and every ten seconds I look toward the entrance, anticipating Amelia's arrival. When she finally does, I come to the realization that my throat is dry, and my heart beat is accelerating.

Her beautiful hair is up in a messy bun, revealing her slender, smooth neck, and her tall but fitted white dress, gives off the vibe of innocence, but naughty. When I finally look her in the eye, I realize that Amelia has caught me staring and, by the smirk on her face, I can tell that she is pleased by it.

"Oh f*ck!" I muble.

So much for not looking at her.