My daddy's bestfriend

Chapter 2

This afternoon, I have the house all to myself.

My dad and mom are at a charity event at the country club. Done with cleaning my room and fresh from the shower, I glance out the window and spot Mr. Parker’s car parked in front of the garage. Just my luck, the man of my smutty fantasies is here to return my dad’s lawnmower.

Within seconds, I pull a pink tank top over my head, no bra, white panties and cap off the outfit with a matching mini skirt. A quick brush of my hair and then I head down, barely able to contain my excitement, anticipation rising, p***y growing heavy and aching with each step.

Mr. Parker hoisted the lawn mower into the garage when he saw me coming from the

nearby kitchen door, taking one look at me before averting his gaze.

“Hey, Jessica. Your dad at home?”

I saunter leisurely, putting an extra sway in my hips. “No. Dad and Mom went to Crown Point. They won’t be back until late.”

“Oh, okay. Then I’ll just put this here. Tell your dad I cleaned it up and changed the oil.

This mower was due for some maintenance.”

“Sure. Um, Mr. Parker,” I pout, nibble my lower lip and toy with the edge of my shirt. “I wonder if you could give me a hand.”

Now he looks at me, those deep brown eyes seem to be filled with concern and a little something else. “What’s the problem?”

“I did something stupid with my bathroom sink. It won’t drain, so I used a wire hanger to try and clean it up. The darn thing broke in the middle and I can’t use the sink at all. Dad told me to leave it alone so he could fix it tomorrow. But I was impatient and did the pokey thingy again.” I tangle my fingers together in front of me, which just manages to create more cleavage for Mr. Parker to ogle. “Now the pipe underneath is leaking all over. I thought, maybe, you could help fix it? Dad is going to have a fit when he finds out I made it worse.”

His eyebrow arches a fraction. “Kids,” he mutters. “When are they ever going to listen?”

He nods. “I’ll just grab a toolbox from my trunk and see what I can do.”

“Thanks, Mr. Parker. I appreciate it.” I flash him my biggest, most innocent-looking

smile.

“Sure. No problem.”

I pad back to my room, Mr. Parker in tow, and open my bedroom door. A quick tilt of

my head and I direct him toward my lair. “My bathroom is over there.”

Mr. Parker shimmies past me and places his toolbox on the tile floor, so he can examine the sink. While he’s distracted, I lean against the door, ever so slowly flick the tiny button on the knob to lock it and then hurry to join him in the bathroom. Crouched, he opens the cabinet and peers into the dimness, eyebrows pulled together.

“I don’t see anything leaking.” His tone was accusing.

I lean against the doorframe. “You sure? Must be the other pipe.”

It took him less than a second to realize I’d made everything up. He grabs his toolbox, face darkening as he glares at me. “This isn’t funny, Jess.”

I block his way, drop my voice to a seductive purr. “No, it isn’t.” I rose to the tips of my toes, lean forward and brush my lips across his, arms snaking around his neck as I grind my hips against him…letting him know just how much I want him.

Mr. Parker jerks away, hands circling my forearms and keeping me from going farther.

“Jessie—”

“I won’t tell anyone. It would be our little secret.” I kiss him again, lick his lips, savoring his taste, the musk.

His body tensed in response, face dark. “Jess. This is wrong.”

“Why? Because you’re my dad’s friend?”

“That. And you’re too young.”

I ease closer while he’s distracted, bringing myself flush against his body. “Shush. I’m eighteen. Just think about how good this could be...” I brush my lips over his again, nibble his lower one and trace it with the tip of my tongue. I wiggle one arm free of his grasp and snake my hand down toward his crotch, triumph fills me when I find him hard beneath his jeans. His c**k jumps against my hand at first touch, and I squeeze his erection. I ache to have him slamming into me.