Page 14 of Twins with Daddy’s Bestie

“Oh, my God!” I cry out as another orgasm ripples through my body. I tremble and shake below him as he holds me tightly with a smile. Drake stares at me, brushing my blonde hair out of my face.

He kisses me again, and I open my mouth for him, letting his tongue explore as I whimper from the pleasure. I feel him getting harder inside of me as he throbs, ready to explode. My eyes roll back in my head as he finishes, letting me taste his moans as he kisses me.

Drake pulls out of me and his hands caress my body before falling on his side next to me. I'm breathing heavily, trying to get a grip on reality. A part of me can't believe this just happened. I've been waiting so long to be with a man, and it happened with Drake so suddenly. I don't regret it, but I am surprised.

I look at him as he catches his breath, looking back at me with a satisfied smile. The situation is far from funny, but I can't hold back my nervous laughter. Drake joins me and before I know it, he's sweeping me into his arms and cuddling me. I feel dizzy being close to him, and I don't want to pull away.

In the back of my mind are all the reasons I should climb out of bed, get dressed, and run home, but I ignore them.

I've already had sex with him, will it be that much worse if I stay and snuggle?

“How do you feel?” Drake asks as he kisses the back of my neck and traces his fingers along my side.

“I'm surprised, but I feel good,” I say, turning around and looking at him with a calm smile. “I never imagined my first time would be anything like this.”

“I hope I didn't disappoint you,” Drake says as he settles behind me and wraps an arm around my waist.

“God, no,” I laugh, shaking my head fervently. “It was amazing. I'm glad it was you. I mean, it could have been anyone, but you were at least good at it.”

I turn red as I ramble on. They don’t tell you what to say post-sex in sex ed classes. Drake just laughs as he watches me, and I cover my face to hide my embarrassment.

“Why, thank you; I'll take the compliment.” Drake holds me closer and nuzzles my neck, kissing me gently before closing his eyes behind me. I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.

What we did is a problem for future Olivia.

8

Drake

My mind races as I lie in bed next to her, waiting for her breath to soften as she falls asleep.

There's a reason I've never had a girlfriend, and because of that, I have a series of rules.

One of the most important is to never spend the night with a woman. Even though Olivia fell asleep in my arms, I can't stay with her.

I carefully pull my arm away from her and shimmy out of the bed, covering her with the blankets before tiptoeing out of the room. Standing in the doorway, I look back at her one last time, staring at her soft, peaceful face as she dreams. Seeing her now, I almost want to break my rule. She looks like an angel lying there, and I want to hold her and feel her against me all night long.

She's your employee. She's Leonard's daughter. If there was ever a time to walk away, it's now.

Closing the door and walking back to my bedroom is difficult, but I ignore my impulses. It takes a while to fall asleep because all I can think about is Olivia's body against mine and her whimpers from the pleasure I gave her.

“That was a mistake,” I whisper, trying to think of anything else. “It can't happen again.”

***

Unfortunately, I was too preoccupied with thoughts of last night to turn off my daily alarm. Gentle music plays through the alarm system as my curtains open and bright rays of sun pierce my eyelids. I cover my head with a pillow and groan, wishing for a few more hours of sleep.

I climb out of bed and stretch, walking over to the shower and hopping in. Last night feels like a dream, and for a few moments, I forget about Olivia sound asleep in the guest bedroom.

I get out of the shower and towel off, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and an old Metallica T-shirt, and then quietly walk down the hall to see if she's still asleep. I’m relieved to see her still entangled in the sheets with her eyes closed. I can at least avoid the awkward conversation about why I left midway through the night.

I stare at her for a few moments, noticing how her hair is bedraggled and frizzy against the sheets, and how her lips hang open, causing a small whistle of a snore to come out. For any other woman, I would have looked the other way, but I can't with Olivia. The snore is cute, and I like seeing her when she isn't neatly put together.

I could stand here all day watching her, but I know we will have a lot to talk about when she wakes up. The least I can do is make her breakfast.

“Let's see, what do we have to work with?” I mutter as I dig through my fridge, pushing aside Tupperware containers filled with leftovers.

I rarely cook, and when I do, it isn't the best food. I usually skip breakfast in the mornings, and if I do have something, it's usually just a Pop Tart or something quick. Something tells me that a chef like Olivia won't go for that.