12. Jacob
Twelve
Jacob
Camryn freezes, her hand stilling on my cock, her eyes wide. She’s panic personified.
“Who is that?” she whispers, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“My part-time housekeeper, Maria. She normally comes on Mondays and Thursdays, but she was off last week.”
“Shit!” she squeaks, scrambling out of the tub so fast that water sloshes over the edge, landing on the floor with a wet splat.
She snatches a towel from the nearby rack and bolts for the door, leaving a trail of soggy footprints in her wake.
I can’t help but chuckle at how adorably flustered she is as she books it back to her room, wet hair streaming behind her.
She’s so fucking sweet that it makes my chest hurt.
My head thunks back against the edge of the tub, and I reach down, giving my pent-up balls a tug, thumb tracing down the seam.
My cock jerks in response, ready to go. I give another tug, sharper this time, and the worst of the ache starts to fade, enough that I no longer feel like I’m swimming in a haze of lust.
I step out of the tub, adding more water to the floor as I grab a towel for myself. I wrap it around my waist and then move through my bedroom, opening the door enough to call out to Maria.
“I’m here, just getting dressed.”
“Okay, I’ll wait to start the vacuuming until after you go.”
I close the door again and dress quickly, pulling on fresh underwear, slacks, and a crisp white button-down.
As I dress, my mind bounces around. Maria’s been with me for years.
She’s loyal. Discreet. I know she wouldn’t breathe a word of my relationship with Camryn to anyone.
We’re both adults. Sure, she used to be my stepdaughter, but she’s not anymore, and hasn’t been for years.
It’s taboo, but it’s not illegal by any means.
But Camryn doesn’t know Maria. She doesn’t know that she can be trusted. And right now, the only thing that matters is making sure that Cammie feels safe.
I finish dressing and step out of my room, glancing down the hall toward Camryn’s door. I move closer, and as I do, I can hear the whir of a hair dryer.
I head down to the kitchen, where Maria is busy unloading the dishwasher. When I enter, she turns and smiles at me.
“Good morning, Mr. Brooks.” Then she holds up the two wine glasses she must’ve retrieved from the living room. “Company last night?”
I stride to the table and sit down, opening my laptop. “I have a guest. Her name is Camryn. She’ll be staying with me for the foreseeable future.”
Maria’s eyes twinkle. “Of course, sir.” She doesn’t say anything more as she continues to put away the dishes, then heads into the living room with a cloth and a can of Pledge.
A few minutes later, Cammie appears. She’s dressed in clothes that I bought her—a pair of jeans, and a low cut cream-coloured top—and fuck if that doesn’t make me hard.
Our eyes meet as she moves into the kitchen, and it’s like a jolt of lightning running through me.
I’m forty-eight years old, and I’ve never felt like this before.
Like my body’s on fire and my heart’s living outside of my body.
Camryn’s cheeks go pink as our gazes hold, and I wink at her.
The pink deepens, and she scurries over to the pantry to retrieve a box of cereal.
As she busies herself with making her breakfast, I move to the espresso machine and set about making her coffee exactly the way she likes.
When it’s ready, I take it and set it down on the table in front of her, then kiss the top of her head. She gasps and looks around.
“Jake!” she whisper-shouts, turning those big eyes up at me. “We have to be careful.”
I let my fingers trail down her arm as I take my seat across from her. “Maria’s worked for me for years. She won’t care, and she certainly won’t say anything.”
She nods, but doesn’t look fully convinced.
She’s skittish, unsure about how she’s going to fit into my world.
Worried about what people might think or say.
I truly don’t give a fuck about that, but she does, and it’s my job to make her feel safe, so I don’t push.
Instead, I let our secret simmer between us, binding us.
She lifts her coffee cup to her lips and takes a sip, letting out a little moan that goes straight to my desperate cock.
I shift in my seat, trying to distract myself from the way I’m thickening against my zipper, but it’s no use, especially given that I’m staring at Camryn’s mouth as she sips, her throat as she swallows.
She licks her lips as she sets the cup down, and I reach beneath the table, adjusting myself.
There’s something magical about her, about the way she makes me feel like a teenager who wants to fuck and fuck and fuck.
She’s the only woman who’s ever had this affect on me. Ever. The only one who ever will.
“Thanks for the coffee,” she says, shooting me a little smile, and I grin back. “And for not making do battle with that crazy machine.”
“I’ll teach you how to use it, if you want,” I offer, but she bites her lip and shakes her head.
“I like when you do it for me,” she admits quietly, blushing slightly. She likes being taken care of. She wants to be taken care of.
God, she’s perfect. In general, and for me, specifically.
She takes another sip and our eyes meet over the rim of her mug.
Instantly, I’m thinking about last night, how she looked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes as I took her virginity.
My cock pulses in my pants as I remember how hot and tight she felt around me, how she felt as she came all over me.
Maria returns to the kitchen and begins wiping down the counters, humming softly to herself as she works, not paying us any mind whatsoever.
Which is just fine with me, because I’m entirely focused on Camryn.
She’s all I can see, all I can think about.
I can’t stop watching her, hyperaware of every little thing she does.
It’s like my body is tuned to hers. Like I’m a fucking compass and she’s my true north.
I take a sip of my own coffee, trying to wrench my attention back to my laptop and the dozens of emails asking for my attention.
But my gaze keeps drifting back to her. I study her face, the elegant curve of her neck, her ample cleavage.
God, the way those tits had felt in my hands last night.
I could’ve spent all night sucking on her pretty nipples.
As if she can feel the weight of my attention, she glances up at me through her lashes, a small smile pulling at her full lips, and from the way she blushes, I know she’s replaying last night, too. Is she thinking about how full I made her feel as I stretched out her little pussy?
My balls throb almost angrily, and I have to shift again, adjusting my pants to try to ease the pressure.
I can’t stop staring at her. I’m obsessed. Devoted. Rapt. How she thinks I’m going to be able to hide this is beyond me.
We continue to eat in silence, sneaking glances at each other. My heart jolts every time our eyes meet, and my chest goes warm and tight every time she blushes and looks away.
I’m midway through answering an email when her foot brushes mine under the table, a slow caress that definitely isn’t accidental. I take a sip of my coffee, keeping my face neutral as Maria wipes down the front of the fridge.
I feel her toes slide up the inside of my ankle, gentle and teasing. I take a breath, then another, before I trust myself to speak. “What’s your schedule today?” I almost add “sweetheart” on the end, but I catch myself just in time.
“I have two lectures this morning.” She drags her foot higher, rubbing against my calf. “Then I’m meeting some people to work on a group presentation after lunch.”
I shift in my seat, and her foot inches higher, pressing against my knee.
I want to reach under the table and grab that foot, pulling it into my lap and pressing it against my cock.
“I’ll give you a ride to campus, then.” Her foot strokes back down over my shin, making electricity shoot across my skin.
She nods and finishes her coffee. “Okay. Thank you.” I can almost hear the unspoken “Daddy” at the end of that sentence.
“Good girl. Go get your things.”
She lets out a small breath and she flushes at my words, her eyes cutting over to Maria, who isn’t paying any attention to us. But then she bites her lip, hiding a grin as she dashes out of the room.