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I thought the risk of being caught was what turned me on as well, but I’ve come to realise that Iwantto be caught. Iwantother people to see what a stunning young woman I have in my arms, to do with what I like, finger her in public, fuck her in the back alley – while all they can do iswatch.Maybe I’m not that unlike Finbar; he’s been parading his perfect life in front of my face for over a decade. Now I’m doing the same in front of strangers.
Through all of this, Caitlin hasn’t lost her gullibility. I thought it would disappear as she lost her innocence, but even as her body is being corrupted, her naïvety is part of her personality. Sheisnaïve, but that doesn’t make her stupid. Her strength and intelligence are in other things; she sees the world differently from most people.
What I’ve also realised is that I have provided her with a safe place to explore her artistic creativity –andher newfound sexuality. If she was taking the step into the sexual world with someone her own age, she would have felt pressured to conform, act in a particular way. Be someone she’s not.
While I’ve given Caitlin a safe place, she has given me a welcome reprieve from the constant chase for my happily ever after. It doesn’t hurt that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed every single moment and interaction the last couple of months. I would go so far as saying that I’ve been happier this summer than I’ve been in a long while. Yes, she’s been a pretty great distraction, and I can’t help myself as I walk down the corridor but bring up one of my favourite photos of Caitlin on my phone.
One that didn’t make the pop-up poster.
She’s on her knees. I zoom in on her eyes, half lidded, darkwith lust, her mouth parted. I can hear her puffed breath. I scroll down past her perfect breasts that are only half covered by the open shirt, down to her spread legs. The damp patch on her white panties clearly outlines her pussy lips.
“Who’s that?”
Shit!
I quickly turn the phone off and face Junior. He snuck up on me while I was fantasising about his sister.
“Oh.” I clear my throat and wink at him. “Just my favourite website.”
“Yeah?” he says, surprised by my unusually jovial demeanour.
“It’s…” I lean closer, check over my shoulder, and whisper through the side of my mouth. “m-i-l-f dot org.”
I nod for him to go to his office. Then I do a second wink for good measure. His lips move as he repeats the web address to himself. I see him sit in front of his computer. I linger to the side, half hidden behind an oversized flowerpot as I watch Fin’s cheeks turn rosy, his eyes wide, and licking his lips. I step further back as he gets up from his chair, a hand covering his groin, and closes the door. Oh yeah. I just gave Junior wanking material.
I shake my head as I chuckle. Fin is stupid enough to use the company network to surf porn. I’d better have a chat with our IT manager in a couple of days.
I stop short inside my office door. Someone is in my chair.
“Sean! What are you doing here?”
“Just getting a feel for what it’s like being a boss.” My brother grins, resting his feet on my desk.
“Get out of there!” I playfully swat at him, and he laughs and gets up, stretching as he does, while I sink down into thewarmed-up seat.
“I’ve got today off. Had planned to leave the kids with Mrs O’Neill and take Siobhan out for a boozy lunch. But we’ve used Mrs O’Neill a bit too much lately. So… I thought I’d take my brother out for lunch and a pint instead.”
“Is that so?”
“Haven’t seen much of you lately. And speaking of which… I wanted to have a sneak peek at that intern who is keeping you busy.” He wiggles his eyebrows and nods to Caitlin’s desk. “You keep her close, huh?”
Shit.
Shit!
Shitty shit!
I get up from my chair. Caitlin is up in the workshop with Angelique, but she could be back any time.
“Oh… eh, yeah.” My laugh has never been this awkward. “She’s out at the moment. Uh, lunch, yeah?” Sean looks at me as if I’ve grown two heads, but I distract him by asking for the boys. “How’s little Conor McGregor doing these days?”
“Conor?”
“The wee one. The cage fighter.”
“Ah! You mean Michael Flatly.”
“What?”
