7. Bast
Bree is a vision when she walks into the room. She’s still in the dress, her hair is now messy, not the glorious silky curls of earlier. Her face is devoid of make-up, and she’s still a fucking vision.
Her feet falter as she drops her shoes on the floor when she sees me sitting on the chair in the corner, staring at her.
It doesn’t stop how angry I feel. “Where the hell have you been?”
“Excuse me. It was my night off, and I went out with my friends.”
I lift my wrist rather dramatically. “Until three in the morning.”
“Oh, Doctor Havers, I’m a big girl. There are no rules on my nights out.”
I breathe deeply; the sound coming out of my nose. “Where have you been, Red?”
Red?What the hell made me say that?
“Mind your own business. I work as your nanny. My private life is private.”
One…
She looks so petite as she stands and glares at me.
Two…
Gentle but determined as she glares at me, and it’s turning me on.
Three…
Where the fuck did that thought come from?
Four…
Now, all I envisage is Bree on her knees like a good fucking girl, taking my dick in her luscious mouth.
Five...
Then I want to bend her over the back of the chair I’m sitting, while I hold her down and make her take my cum.
Fuck six…
“Who were you with?”
Her head drops back, and she stares at the ceiling. “What is your problem?”
I growl.
I fucking growled.
“Did you fuck someone?”
I take a deep breath and watch as her fists curls into tight balls.
“What? You can’t ask me that.”
Seven…
“You told me you gave a blow job to a guy on a plane. I thought your sex life was fair game.”
She spins on her heels and marches away from me. Then she turns back and yells. “If I didn’t love your little girls so much, I’d quit.”
Her curvy hips sway as she walks away. She turns back to me again and yells again, “If you’d let me finish that conversation in the car, you’d have learned I never gave a blow job to the attendant. I lied to win the bet.” She laughs as she makes her way to the staircase. “I admitted it to Amber on the plane.”
I follow behind her. “Why did you lie?”
“I just told you,” she says with a sigh. “And I never lied to you. I was telling you the story, and you went crazy in the car with me, so I chose not to tell you.”
“Because you wanted to make me jealous,” I ask.
She reaches her bedroom door, I’m only a two steps behind. She doesn’t realize how close I am when she turns again.
“Eight…”
“What?”
“I’m counting.”
“Why?”
“I’m trying to remind myself of all the years between us.”
“Thirteen,” she says. “Why does it matter?”
“Why did you want to make me jealous?”
Her shoulders sag. “I don’t know. Maybe because you made me jealous.”
“Nine…” I breathe. “The medical rep.” I pause. “I never touched her. Nor Geri.”
She stares at me for a moment and admits, “All the girls went back to Jade’s for a drink. And I shared a cab with Ava.”
Ten...
I smile. “You should’ve answered my call.”
“Why? You made it clear the kiss was a mistake. We are nothing other than employer and employee. So that makes me a free agent to do whatever I want on my nights off. And although I planned to have a one-night stand and lose my virginity to a stranger. I…”
“Sorry?” I murmur as I brush my hand over my stubble.
Eleven.
Fuck … fuck … fuck …
She continues talking. “I couldn’t go through with anything but dancing.”
I step forward and take her shoes from her hand and walk into her room. “Good.”
Her eyes narrow as she watches me sit on her bed. “No, it wasn’t good. I really wanted to, and I’ve got a guy’s number, and I’m going to stop thinking about you kissing me and call him back.”
“You kissed me back.”
Twelve...
“You’re not helping.” She huffs. “I’m going to stop thinking about it, and then I’m going to live my life before my mother tries to marry me off.”
“Thirteen…” I grunt.
“You missed loads of numbers out. I never heard...”
I take her waist and drag her toward me. “Thirteen years age difference. But I still can’t find a reason to stop this.”
She stands in front of me, mouth open, as I sit on her bed, running my hands from her waist to her hips and back up again. Trying to contain myself by rubbing the material of her dress between my fingers. Anything to stop myself from going any further.
There are so many things I want to do to her, things I shouldn’t want to experience with my best friend’s daughter.
“Just show me what to do,” she whispers.
My eyes roam up her body and meet hers. “What do you mean?”
“Sex. Show me. Then I’ll be braver than I act when I meet a man.”
“You’re asking me for a one time fuck?” I ask crudely, trying to hold my anger back.
“I’m asking for you to teach me what I need to know.”
“To get you experienced to be with another man.”
“I’m not stupid. I know this is not just a thirteen years age gap, Bast. You’re also my father’s best friend. Like you told me at the function, the kiss was a mistake. This time, we know what we’re doing. It’ll be an arrangement I’ve asked for. And we won’t make the mistake of pretending we can be anything other than boss and employee after tonight.”
“No way.”
Her shoulders sag as she lets out a defeated sigh. “Okay, but can you leave my room now, please?”
“No.” If she thinks I’ll fuck her and let her get away, she is so sadly mistaken. “Turn around.”
“Why?”
“Because I am trying my hardest not to touch you, Bree. Do you know how many times I envisaged this moment? Can you even comprehend what you do to me?”
“No. I just thought it was me…”
“Well, it’s not. Turn around.”
She gasps but obeys.
My jaw tics as I clench my fingers in and out of fists. It’s like the ritual I have before every operation. The need to make sure every part of my body is working before I begin.
“What now?” she asks. “Can’t you face seeing me when you tell me I’m a stupid girl for asking what I did?”
I reach until I find the top of her zipper and slowly I pull it down, letting my finger slide over her spine as I do. “No Bree.” I kiss the back of her neck. “I’m going to undress you.”
Her body trembles and she inhales sharply as her dress floats down her body, landing in a puddle around her feet.
Lifting her hair with one hand, I push it over one shoulder to give me access to her delectable throat.
I tilt her head to the side and brush my lips against her cheek. Her body shivers so hard I’m sure she’s about to drop to the floor. I let go of her hair and wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back to my chest.
“This is so wrong,” I whisper in her ear before I trace my tongue over the rapid beats of her pounding pulse.
“One night...” She trembles against me when I suck on the delicate skin of her neck.
“Turn around.” My voice is gravelly and my heart beats too quickly. I’m about to see the look in her eyes and decide if we can go further or not.
She pivots on her heels and when she stops, her tongue darts over her lips and my dick hardens as I envisage her sucking my cock.
Not yet though. First, everything is for her.
My gaze roams to her perky breasts and the pale-pink nipples that form hard little points.
“No bra.”
“I don’t have the right type for the dress, luckily I’m not big in the boob department.”
“But perfect.” Her eyes meet mine. She gives me a shy smile, and I know she liked the comment. “And I can’t wait to taste them.”
I take her hand as I step back until I’m sitting on her bed again. I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her closer. Close enough for her breasts to be in my face. I cup one gorgeous breast. Her breath stutters when I lick at the tight bud of the other.
“Dr. Havers...”
“I told you, Red. It’s Sebastian or Bast. You choose.”
Her hand touches my head with a gentleness that is so like her, but when her fingers slide through my locks, I bite on her nipple and she grips my hair, moaning.
Swirling my tongue around her nipple as I squeeze my palm around her other breast.
“Bast...”
I love how breathy my name is on her tongue. I love it more how responsive she is.
“I know what you need, Red.” I tap her ass. “Crawl to the top of the bed.” She gives me a look that says, ‘what the hell?’ but I ignore it.
She lowers her hands on the mattress, her leg lifts, and she rests it on the bed and then the other. Right now, I’m tempted to bite her perfect round ass, but this is Bree, and I don’t know how she’ll take it. As she crawls, my dick hardens. It’s like a steel bar.
“Once you get to the top, I want you to turn and sit with your back to the headboard.”
She glances over her shoulder. “Aren’t you going to...” She hesitates.
I step back, tilting my head to one side as I cross my arms over my chest. “Who’s in charge, Red?”
She huffs, turns around and continues to crawl up the bed and I smile as I watch her gorgeous ass, only a lacy g-string covering where I want to be. And now my erection is hurting as it presses against the material of my pants.
“Have you touched yourself before?”
She falters as her head glances over her shoulder again. “Yes, but I thought you ... you know.”
“I want to see how you make yourself come.”
“But—“ Her cheeks redden as she turns on the bed and sits where I asked her to. “That’s private. I don’t think I can get myself off in front of you.”
I slowly unbutton my shirt. Watching her eyes track my every move. She licks her lips as I push the fabric over my shoulders. Her eyes darken as they follow my hands to my belt, unbuckling it and removing my pants.
“I want you to do it.” She purses her lips in annoyance. “I’m not a virgin through choice, Bast. I’m a virgin because ...”
“Has a man—or woman—touched you with their tongue?”
Her mouth opens with a raspy, “No! But I have toys. I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you? So you’ve played with toys before.”
She swallows. “Yes.”
“Not so innocent.”
A flicker of irritation flares in her eyes. “No, not so innocent. It’s a big purple thing and the head twirls. No man will ever compare to it.”
I laugh. “I’m pretty confident I’ll have you screaming my name. Would you prefer me to watch you with your dildo or your fingers?”
Her eyes widen as I palm my cock over my boxers to let her know we’re in this together.
“Then take them off.” Trepidation coats her words.
She swallows as I hook the hem of my boxers and pull them down. Her eyes almost bulge out of her head as I stroke my cock. “Are you joining me, Red? Let me see you play with your pretty pussy.”
Her teeth gnaw on her bottom lip as she tries to hide a smile. She shuffles on the bed, spreads her legs wide, and slides her panties to one side. “Okay,” she whispers as she reveals the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
I knew it would be.
“Good girl,” I growl.