Craving My Best Friend’s Dad

5.Wild thoughts

The wild thoughts that consumed her whenever she was close to Julian were insane, and she was beginning to hate herself for that. She had tried to attribute it to the fact that she had been s*x starved for months, and her fingers weren't doing much for her, but harboring nasty thoughts about her best friend's father when her whole life was in shambles made no sense.

She was still scorching from the heat of their proximity in the kitchen a few minutes ago. He should never come that close to her again. She would do anything to make sure she stayed far away from him, but now, she needed something to quell the fire that was burning within her.

It was too early in the morning to be so horny because a hot older man stood close to her. She pressed her legs together, but it did nothing for her. She slowly slipped her fingers between her thighs. Thick wetness coated them, confirming her arousal.

Her body burned. It was so hot she knew all she could do was satisfy her hunger before it worsened.

She took her nighties off in a hurry and sat on the bed. Left in her panties, she sighed as she made up the images of Julian close to her, exactly the way he was in the kitchen.

It was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't control this urge anymore.

She eased her soaked panties to the side and slid a finger into her wetness. "Julian." She called as he had demanded. Her body trembled in response to his name. She imagined him right there in front of her, watching her with those calculating eyes.

She added a finger, then two, until they were three, and slowly, she flicked them in and out of her wetness.

Pleasure burst through her. "Please, Daddy." Loud moans left her lips as she swirled her fingers faster, working them in a pace that caused her to slacken on the bed.

In no time, her legs began to twitch, and she reached the edge of satisfaction. She stayed there for a while, reducing the pace and number of fingers. Using only one finger, she rolled it inside her folds slowly and slowly until it was slick with her arousal.

Relief washed through her. She fell back on the bed, guilt consuming her as she thought of what she had just done with the crazy imagination of her best friend's dad. She had satisfied herself, but the self-reproach lingered.

ONE WEEK LATER

Tessa didn't plan to join Julian for dinner, but when Annie came knocking at her door with the order that he had called her downstairs for dinner, she knew she had to oblige.

After all, Maribel had begged her to spend time with her father.

A subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he glimpsed her secretly watching him from where she stood. He lowered his phone on the glass dining table, motioning for her to sit next to him.

"Thank you." She returned his smile. This might just be a harmless dinner. They weren't thoughts forming in her head.

"How did your interview go today?" He dished into the crab, his eyes on her as he chewed, and for a second, Tessa imagined his mouth on her... "Did it go well?" He added before her thoughts fully formed.

She picked up the cutlery, tearing into her meal voraciously. She took a spoonful of rice, swallowing hard before answering his question.

"Not as good as expected."

"Why?" His forehead creased in worry. She didn't like this. He shouldn't care about her the way he did. "What happened?"

"I will be fine." She didn't want to go into details. "I have applied to other companies, and I am waiting to hear from them very soon."

He nodded. "Maribel told me you graduated top of your class." Smiling, he reached for the glass of water as Tessa extended her hand. "You can come work for me."

Her fingers lightly brushed his, and for some reason, he lingered there for a while. Silence filled the room, creating an unusual awareness that their fingers were still overlapping.

Clearing his throat, he jerked his fingers off hers, letting her have access to the glass before he did. That was supposed to be simple, but it messed him up really badly.

"That wouldn't the necessary, sir."

"Why?" He regarded with those calculating eyes.

She could feel her inside still spiraling. Effect of the contact. She avoided his eyes at all costs, smiling subtly at his words. She had nothing to say. Nothing at all came to mind.

"You've provided me with more than enough, sir. I'll handle this myself."

Loving her sense of determination, he nodded. "If that's the case, I will leave you to do it on your own, and I hope you find a good job very soon, Tessaline."

Oh. He called her name again, and the way he called her was too firm. Too personal. Too possessive. Too exposing.

"Thank you, sir." She resumed eating her food while she battled the growing series of nerves building up inside her.

"Don't be a naughty girl, Tessaline."

Aware of his eyes on her, she slowly lifted her eyes to meet his, and it burned again. The effect is sweet and electrifying. Something was definitely wrong with her. She needed some exorcism to obliterate the cascade of sensations that flooded her senses whenever his gaze rested on her.

"I have told you to do away with Sir." He smiled, winking at her. He wasn't helping matters. "Maribel calls me daddy. I would have asked you to do the same, but it would be weird."

Says who? Tessa looked intently at him. She so badly wanted to call him daddy, but in an entirely different context. Something was definitely wrong with her.

"I will be relaxing by the poolside later in the night. Would you like to join me?"

Even the way he looked at her was harmless, but why were all the thoughts in her head? Why would he ask her to join him at the poolside? What for?

"You can relax over there, too."

There would be no need for that.

"Maribel takes her time in the water whenever she wants to think. You two are best friends, but I don't know if you share the same fantasy."

Though tempted at the offer, she shook her head, politely declining his offer. "We do not, and I would be busy with a project tonight."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I was just trying to help."

The remainder of the dinner was eaten in silence. Tessa tried to calm her raging hormones. The moment she dropped her spoon, she hurried back to the room, slamming the door shut.

She shouldn't be doing this.

It was wrong to entertain these forbidden thoughts about her best friend's father, but no matter how much she tried, she couldn't shake them out of her head.

The thoughts persisted, intensifying into something wilder. Gosh, she needed help or she just needed this man to f**k her.