STEPDADDY DIARIES

Before You Go I

The late afternoon light filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Nicholas's bedroom, casting golden rays across the open suitcase on the bed. He moved carefully, folding shirts into neat stacks and checking off items on a mental list.

The trip would keep him away for nearly five months which was longer than any previous assignment. His company had secured a major contract overseas, and as the lead consultant, his presence was non-negotiable.

A soft knock interrupted his focus.

"Come in," he called without looking up.

Chelsea stepped inside, wearing a thin white tank top that clung to her curves and a pair of tiny cotton shorts that rode high on her thighs. Her dark hair was piled into a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She carried a bottle of water and a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"I thought you might need some help," she said sweetly. "Packing for five months must be a lot."

Nicholas glanced up, offering a warm but distracted smile. "Thanks, Chels. I think I've got it under control, but if you want to help double-check my toiletries, that'd be great."

She crossed the room, hips swaying just enough to draw his eye. Setting the water down, she leaned over the suitcase, deliberately giving him a clear view down her tank top. Her breasts pressed together, the lacy edge of a black bra peeking out.

"You always pack so carefully so I doubt you'd actually miss anything," she murmured, fingers trailing over a folded dress shirt. "Everything in its place. Makes me wonder what it would take to mess you up a little."

Nicholas cleared his throat, eyes flicking away. "Look, Chel—"

"What?" She straightened, feigning innocence. "I'm just saying. You work so hard and you're always so guarded and careful so maybe you deserve a little chaos before you go."

He focused on rolling a pair of socks. "I'm leaving in the morning, Chels. This isn't the time for your little games."

"Who said anything about playing games?" She moved closer, standing beside him at the bed and her bare arm brushed his. "I'm offering to help you unless you'd rather I leave you alone with all these... lonely nights ahead."

Nicholas's jaw tightened. He could smell her shampoo, something sweet and citrusy. "Chelsea, I know what you're trying to do right now but your mother—"

"Is at work until late," she finished. "And even if she weren't, this is between us."

She reached into the suitcase and pulled out a pair of his boxers, holding them up with a playful grin. "These are nice. Silk? Are you planning on impressing someone over there?"

"They're comfortable for travel," he said, voice tight.

Chelsea dropped the boxers back in and turned to face him fully. "You know, I've been thinking about everything since you told us you were leaving. Five months is a long time. What if I miss you? What if you miss me?"

Nicholas met her gaze. "Chelsea, this conversation—"

"Has been a long time coming," she interrupted softly. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think no one's watching and I've been looking too."

She stepped closer, close enough that her breasts nearly brushed his chest. "I don't want to wait five whole months. I don't want to wonder what it would feel like. I want to know now."

Nicholas's hands clenched at his sides. "This is crazy, you know that right."

"Is it?" Her fingers traced the collar of his shirt. "Or are you feeling scared?"

She rose onto her toes, lips brushing his ear. "I'm not asking for forever or anything like that. I'm just asking for tonight before you go. Let me give you something to remember."

Nicholas exhaled sharply. His resolve was cracking, and she knew it. Chelsea pressed her advantage, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Let me help you pack," she whispered. "And then let me help you... unwind."

She turned back to the suitcase, bending at the waist to rearrange his clothes. The shorts rode up, revealing the lower curve of her ass. Nicholas's c**k twitched in his pants as he watched.

Chelsea glanced over her shoulder, catching his stare. She smiled. "See something you like?"

"Chelsea—"

"Say it," she urged, straightening. "Tell me what you want."

Nicholas's control snapped. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her against him. "You have no idea what you're starting."

"I know exactly what I'm starting," she breathed. "And I want it."

His mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and desperate. Chelsea moaned into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck. Their tongues slid together wildly. Nicholas's hands roamed her back, sliding down to cup her ass and squeeze.

"f**k," he groaned against her lips. "You sure have a way of driving me crazy, Chels."

"Then do something about it," she challenged, grinding against him. "Show me how crazy I've made you."

Nicholas spun her around, pressing her against the bed then his hands slid under her tank top, pushing it up. Chelsea lifted her arms, letting him strip it off. Her bra was black lace, barely containing her full breasts. He cupped them through the fabric, thumbs brushing her n*****s until they hardened.

"These t**s," he murmured. "I can finally feel them."

"They're yours tonight," she whispered. "All of me is yours."

He unhooked her bra, letting it fall. Her breasts spilled free, n*****s tight and pink. Nicholas lowered his head, sucking one into his mouth and Chelsea gasped, fingers threading through his hair.

"Yes," she moaned. "Suck them harder."

He obliged, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before he switched to the other. His hand slid down her stomach, slipping beneath her shorts. He found her bare, no panties and already wet.

"f**k, Chelsea. You're soaked."

"For you," she panted. "All for you, daddy."

Nicholas pushed two fingers inside her, curling them. Chelsea's hips bucked as he pumped slowly, thumb circling her c**t.

"Nicholas—oh god—"

"That's it," he praised. "Let me hear how much you want this."

He worked her steadily, fingers thrusting, thumb rubbing and Chelsea's moans filled the room. Just as she neared the edge, he pulled away.

"No," she whimpered. "Don't stop."

"Not yet," he said, voice rough. "I want you to feel desperate."

Chelsea's eyes flashed with challenge. She dropped to her knees, hands going to his belt. "Two can play that game."