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I have a slew of siblings and step-siblings. When I was growing up, we all moved around a lot, depending on who was married to who. It was chaotic, and forming lifelong friends was impossible. I met Jessica in college, but before that, I’d never had a permanent best friend.
I grew up believing that everything was temporary.
When my tears are not a threat anymore, I meet his gaze and smile. “It was, but there were a lot of us. That made it easier, knowing I wasn’t going through all that alone.”
“You have many siblings?” he said.
“And step-siblings,” I say. “What about you?” I always feel emotionally rung when I talk about my family.
“Three brothers, all married and living with their families near my parents. I’m the only one who ventured further out.”
Brad tells me all about his family, and I laugh along with him as he describes each of them. I don’t feel envious when I hear the closeness other people share with their families. I came to terms with it. I may not understand how it works, but I’m okay with it.
He’s easy to talk to, and then when next I glance at the time, it’s eleven o’clock. Definitely, time for me to go to bed. I stretch and yawn, and when I next look at Brad, his eyes are on my chest. He looks away quickly. There’s no doubt that he wants me, but something is stopping him.
“I’ll call it a night,” I tell him as I carry our cups to the kitchen.
He follows me. “Me too. I hope you’ll be comfortable in your room.”
“I’m sure I will, thanks.” I turn on the tap and rinse the cups. When I finish and turn around, I find Brad watching me.
My gaze is pulled to the visible bulge at the front of his pants. My mouth waters as I imagine running my hand over his bulge and teasing his cock through the material of his pants.
Knowing he wants me heightens my own arousal. My breathing changes and comes out fast. We stand staring at each other, eyes roving shamelessly over each other’s bodies.
I want him to rip my clothes off me. As I watch, the bulge grows bigger until it forms a massive tent. My nipples are hard pebbles, and they push against my blouse. I’m desperate for release, for his touch. My panties are soaking wet.
“Thanks for everything,” Brad finally says, his voice rough.
“You’re welcome,” I reply automatically.
“Okay,” he said, his gaze rising to my mouth.
Everything stills in the next few seconds as we stare at each other. I’m the first to move. I rouse myself and dry my hands on my shorts. I shoot him a smile and leave the kitchen. I hear the flick of the switch as he turns off the kitchen and living room lights.
I pause as Brad comes down the hallway. How do you say goodnight to your employer that you are so wet for? He comes and stops in front of me. The hallway is not wide, and we are close but not touching.
“I had a nice evening, thank you,” I tell him, meaning every word. I can’t remember enjoying an evening as much as I did. He’s a wonderful company, and I hope we can do it often. He smiles, and my heart flutters. Clean manly smells surround him, and I long to lick his skin. Instead, I grip the doorknob.
“I’m the one who should say thank you. You’re like an angel,” he says. “You’ve come into our lives, and everything has just fallen into place. Thank you, Mila.”
His words touch me. I close the gap between us and plant a kiss on his cheek. His hands slip around my waist, and mine go to his neck, and we hug. I become aware of my breasts cushioned against his chest. His hands tighten their hold pulling me against him tighter.
I feel it then. His stirring cock is on my belly. My legs weaken. My nipples instantly harden, and I make a slight movement so that they rub against his chest. A groan so soft escapes his mouth, and I’m not even sure I heard correctly. All I can think is how good it feels to be in his arms and how much I want him to fuck me.
This is LA, and my normal inhibitions are off. My nipples ache to be touched. My pussy aches to be filled.
I could slide my hand between us and touch his cock. Then he would understand how much I want him. My hand is stuck around his neck. I breathe on his neck. I can’t do it. As free as I feel to do anything, I can’t be that forward. I’ve never been a brave girl to start with.
He has to take the lead, but once he does, I’ll gladly follow. Then he moves. His hands slide off my waist and rest on my hips. They are big and strong, and I almost purr with pleasure. My legs tremble with lust.
