Her Dad’s Best Friend

Chapter 1

Camilla

My eyes are glazing over as I sort through the never-ending ton of emails that are coming for my boss. Anybody who knows his actual email address emails

him directly, but I handle his publicly available email address. About 90% of the emails are crazy, but I pass on maybe 10%. It works for him. It’s a part-time job

for me.

I come to work after class each day, dressed in business professional and wading through a torrent of emails. I want to quit though, because I can’t stop

fantasizing about my boss, Lincoln. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

He has dark hair with a handful of silver streaks running through it, but his hair only enhances how gorgeous he is. He’s my dad’s best friend, so he’s always

been around.

And I’ve always had a crush on him.

Today, the amazing gray suit that he’s wearing fits him perfectly, like all of his suits. They’re tailored specifically for him. He can’t buy off the rack, with his

linebacker shoulders and slender waist. He looks like a model and did a little modeling in college for spare money, before he founded his own software

company. He and my dad love to go out on the weekend, go into the mountains, and totally unplug. I’ve been along a few times, but it’s hard to sleep in a tent

only a few feet away from him and my dad.

It’s crazy that someone afraid that she’ll show her feelings actually is working for her crush, but that’s how it happened. I needed a summer job. His secretary,

Amanda, was on maternity leave. My dad thought it was a perfect fit.

So now I’m stuck in an unending hell, fantasizing about a man I can never have.

* * *

“Come into my office.” Lincoln is so tall that I have to tilt back my head to look up at him.

“Coming, sir.” I straighten my skirt, smoothing it down my thighs. It rode up while I was sitting, almost exposing a little too much.

When I step into his office, he tells me, “Close the door.”

I turn to close it. Then I feel his big body behind me, his heat searing my skin even through our clothes. His cock is pressing into my lower back.

“I’m tired of you teasing me,” he whispers softly. “So you’re going to get what you’ve been asking for.”

We both hear the soft sound of my zipper going down, down, down, just a millimeter at a time. My heart is pounding like a drum. My body is crushed between

the wood door and his hard body. I can feel his erection pulse once behind me.

Stepping back, he pushes my skirt off of my hips.

“Step out of it,” he commands.

I step out of it. I’m still wearing my blouse, a bra, a black lace thong, and heels.

He snaps the waistband of my thong.

“Take this off.”

All of this is so inappropriate. “I don’t think…”

“Don’t think. Do as you’re told.” His hand spanks my right cheek. “Now.”

With shaking hands, I pull off my thong. Now my top half is covered, but my bottom half is bare.

I can hear a thud as something hits the ground. His hands are pulling my ass cheeks apart. Then I feel a tongue between my legs.

“Oh my god,” I gasp.

“Be quiet,” he says. “Don’t make a sound.”

I can feel his tongue enter me again. My lower body is melting. I don’t know if I can be quiet.

His hand is now touching my clit, rubbing it over and over as his tongue is still inside of my folds. My legs are shaking and no longer able to hold me up.

“Link,” I whisper.

He slaps my ass again, but he hits harder this time. “I told you to be quiet. I guess I need to gag you.”

I hear some soft sounds before he’s shoving his tie into my mouth.

“Mmph!” I protest.

He bites my ear. “I can take it out. I can take it out right now. You can take your skirt and go right back to your desk. Or I can make you come. Make another

sound, and I’ll send you away, wet or not.”

I’m quiet.

“That’s what I thought.”