Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

LUKAS

N aked. Virgin . The words bounce around my head as I sprint on the treadmill, doing my best not to think about Maci. I thought running might help. Whenever I have a difficult business task, it usually does. It clears my head and lets me approach the problem differently. With Maci, it makes the problem worse.

The exercise floods my system with heat and hunger. I feel like a wild animal sprinting toward my prize. When I catch her, I won't be able to stop. I slow down to a walk, then click stop and hop off the machine. This isn't doing any good. I'm just going to work myself into a frenzy, go wild, catch her, and grab her. So far, today, I've only gotten off thinking about her once. Let's see if I can keep it that way.

After a shower, I return to my office. Sebastian still hasn't spoken to me, though I know he's working on the problem back in the city. Our assistants are acting as messengers. It's juvenile, but he's pissed.

I've got a text from Kayla. Hey, Dad. Don't want to disturb you. There's a fashion thing going on in Silverbrook. I've got my location enabled. I'll check in soon .

She's an adult now, so I have no reason to panic, but panic grips me… hard. Not because Kayla has left the house but because she's left Maci and me alone. Or maybe Maci's with her. That would be for the best. I won't be able to trust myself if it's just my daughter's curvy, sexy, perfect friend and me.

When she put the word naked down, she gave me a look that had my body aching with the need to touch her. She knew exactly what she was doing. Even with some nerves clinging to her, she made her expression sassy, alluring, and downright intoxicating. She made my balls swell with lust. Does she know I want her, or is she just having fun? Does she want me too?

This is typically the sort of thing I'd talk to Sebastian about. We've been friends as well as business partners for a long, long time, but ever since the standoff in the office…

Screw it. I'm done playing these games. I take out my cell phone and call him directly instead of his assistant. I don't think he's going to answer at first. The phone keeps ringing. Finally, he answers with a gruff, "Yep?"

"Some way to greet your friend," I say jokingly.

He's clearly not in the mood. "The company's hemorrhaging money, and you've disappeared, Luke. Don't play games with me."

I grind my teeth, almost snapping at him. I feel far more on edge than I usually would. My usual clear, processing mind has been knocked dangerously far off-track. All this desire is twisting me up. "I'm doing my job," I tell him. "You can't argue with that."

He sighs. "Okay. Fair enough. You are. You haven't let anything slip. Is that what you want to hear?"

"I should've spoken to you first," I admit, "before I did the live. But hell, Seb, just the idea you'd want to cover this up?—"

"I never said that," he cuts in. "I wanted to explore other options."

"Like what?"

"It doesn't matter now."

Outside my office door, I hear a floorboard creak. It causes a shimmer to move through me, making me want to rush out there and grab Maci's thick hips, pull her up against me, and lean down, driving my groin against her ass, letting her feel how badly I want her.

"It does," I tell him.

"So you can see if you made the right decision?" he snaps. "So you can feel good about yourself?"

"Okay. Cut the crap. What's your problem?"

He scoffs. "You know what my problem is."

"No. This attitude started way before the live. You've had an issue with me for a while."

He doesn't say anything for almost a minute. One lesson I've learned is to be silent as often as possible. It gives other people the room to reveal their secrets and gives them spots in which to slip up. It's worked many times, and it works now.

"Maybe I'm sick of being second fiddle," Sebastian mutters.

"Second… what?"

"Don't act dumb. Don't insult me."

"Seb, I swear, I've got no idea what you're talking about."

" You're the one who appears on magazine covers. You're the one everybody thinks of when they picture our company. You're the one who's become a celebrity."

I lean back in my chair, massaging the bridge of my nose. I don't often get headaches, but one is starting now. "Seb, I never asked for any of that. I rarely even give interviews. I'm pretty sure you've had more interviews than me."

Now that I think about it, Sebastian has chased fame multiple times.

"Not that it matters. They still talk about you more." He sighs heavily. "It's just… you've got a family. You've got Kayla. What have I got? A failed marriage. No kids."

"I've got a failed relationship, too," I point out.

"My wife cheated on me with three men. Yours did you a favor by leaving you and OD'd. It's not the same thing."

A smile spreads across my face. Not that this is smile-worthy. It's so surreal that Seb would say this to me—that he would throw that in my face. How can he think I have some happy-go-lucky family life when he just pointed out why that's incorrect? We lived together once. We built this company from the ground up.

"How long have you resented me?" I ask him.

"Don't do that. Don't reframe it."

"Dammit. Fine. How long have you felt this way?"

"I don't know… a long time."

"Seb, if you want to be the face of the company, we can work on that. It makes no difference to me. As long as we're on the same page with this VR crap."

"You didn't bother to ask if we were on the same page."

"Then stop whining and tell me what you would suggest!"

He hangs up the phone, leaving me to grind my teeth, my head splitting right down the middle.

I leave my desk, go into the bedroom, and grab more swimming shorts. It's too late and cold for the outdoor pool, so I head into the basement instead. However, the basement is an understatement. It's more like an underground sports center.

As I reach the bottom of the steps, I pause, hearing splashing water. "Please let it be Kayla," I whisper under my breath. Maybe she's decided to skip her fashion thing and take a swim instead. That will make my life easier.

When I lean around the corner, I'm met with the ball-flooding sight of Maci swimming through the clear water. From the way the light bounces against the surface, I can see her curvy ass in the swimming bottoms. She turns, kicks off the wall, and swims on her back, hell , showing me the shape of her perfectly plump, wet tits.

She stops at the edge of the pool when she spots me. I quickly walk down the remaining few steps in case she thinks I am spying. I am spying, but I don't want her thinking of me that way.

I'm wearing only my swimming shorts, standing at the pool's edge. There's no way she can't see the hard outline of my rod, and there's no way I can't notice her big, juicy, soaked tits. I'm at the perfect angle to admire them, admire her .

"Sorry," she murmurs, making toward the metal steps.

"Why are you apologizing?" I growl.

"Don't you want to use the pool?"

"Yeah…" I gesture at it. "I think it's big enough for the both of us, Maci."

"Why do you seem so angry, then?" she says.

If she notices how hard I am, she decides to ignore it.

"Maybe it's just the way I am," I tell her, then walk toward the deep end of the pool. I dive in and begin swimming. She shrugs and continues swimming. We pass by each other in the middle. A surge pulses up my dick when we come within inches of each other.

Reaching the end, I turn, sitting up and watching as she swims toward me. She stops at the edge, too. The bikini top is much thinner than a bra, showing her nipples poking through the fabric. I should leave right now. My dick is aching so damn badly just at the sight. I need to run .

"Nice play earlier," I tell her instead.

"Play?"

"In Scrabble. Your word—nice hint."

She smiles, then wipes the smile away like she doesn't think she deserves to. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I drift closer. It's so bad, but I do it anyway. I push through the water until I'm standing over her. At least my dick is hidden beneath the surface. She has her arms folded, pushing her big breasts together. Is she doing that intentionally, or am I just a complete savage?

"We both know you saw me naked, Maci. It's fine. It was an accident."

Her cheeks blossom red. She bites her lip. Fuck . Everything she does makes me hornier and hornier. It's like she was designed in a lab to captivate me more than any other woman ever could. Being half-naked with her hardly makes it easier to resist.

"I didn't know you were here," she says. "I'm sorry, seriously. I didn't… You know, I wasn't spying on you."

"But you still had to get your dig in," I tease.

She shoots me a look. "Just like you did with your word."

" Virgin was all I had," I tell her. "Anyway, why do you care?"

She pushes away from the wall. "I don't."

As she swims away from me, my thoughts crash into the possibility that she's a virgin. That's why she's getting so defensive about it. If so, it's even more of a reason to back off, but honestly, it makes me want to claim her more. There's something primal and exciting about mine being the first, hell, the only dick she'll feel.

What's wrong with me? I'm starting to get the sense I can ask this question as often as I want, but I won't get any answers—definitely none I like. I'm putting my hunger before my relationship with my daughter, but I haven't crossed the line. Yet .

I keep swimming, trying to distract myself, but it's difficult when we swim by each other. My hand twitches beneath the water, tempting me to grab her just once. Can I do that? Touch her once without wanting to do it again?

When I get to the other end, I wait for her to reach me. She stops, her hair a little wet from where the water has splashed her. I wonder if she'd be easier to resist if she didn't have that flush in her cheeks. She's so vivacious, so full of life and passion. My cock is stiff beneath the surface, trying to break out of my swimming trunks, trying to make me a complete animal or feed the animal she's already awoken in me.

"What?" she murmurs, leaning against the wall.

"What?" I echo.

She has a tempting, shy smile. Women have aimed smiles like this at me before at parties and meetings, but they always have an air of artifice about them. It's like they're putting on a show to nab the billionaire. I've known many rich men who have fallen for stuff like this, but not me. Is this what's happening now?

She seems so genuine. I find myself thinking something completely crazy. My woman would never do that.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks.

I push through the water, getting closer to her. Glancing at the entrance, seeing it's empty, I push the rest of the way until I'm almost right up against her. Her round, soaked tits are practically begging me to free them, to toy with the nipples poking through the fabric. She parts her lips as if in shock.

"Maybe I think you need to repay the favor," I groan.

She looks sharply down, like she's too shy to meet my gaze any longer. "I don't know what you mean."

I reach forward and touch her chin. This is bad, but I keep going. A visible shiver moves through her. Her tits shake for me. I guide her gaze back to mine. "Yes, you do," I tell her. "You watched me. Naked. In the pool. It's time for you to show me. Every inch of your perfect body. Every inch of those perfect curves."

She reaches up, touching my wrist. My cock gets even harder, somehow. It's a miracle I don't blow my load right into my swim shorts. "Lukas," she whispers.

"I know," I snap.

We don't need to say anything else. She'd probably find explicitly addressing it as painful as I would. We don't need to state outright that we're betraying Kayla, that this would break her heart and shatter her soul.

"Why?" Maci whispers.

"Why do I want to see you naked?"

When she nods completely sincerely, I lose all my resolve. Wrapping my arm around her body, I press down on the small of her back to push us closer together. She gasps as our bare skin touches, the pool suddenly seeming extremely warm. I lean down— stop, stop —and press my lips against hers.

She moans in a confused way. I think she's going to tell me to back off, but then she sinks against me. Her breasts brush against my chest. I slide my hand down to her thick ass, massaging her big, juicy globes, letting her feel how passionate and hungry I am.

Her lips taste as if they belong to me already. I open my mouth, finding her tongue. She digs her fingernails into my sides. Again, it's like she's going to push herself away, but then she tugs herself closer.

I smooth my hand up from her ass to her bikini top.

"Lukas…" She stares up at me, mouth partly open, causing precome to shoot hotly from my dick.

"Shh," I tell her, untying the clasp of her bikini. "I'll die if I don't see your perfect tits."

She moans again, nodding as she bites her lip. I pull her bikini top away and float back in the water. I've forgotten many things I should remember, like my daughter could walk in here any second. Okay, maybe I haven't forgotten, but apparently, I'm okay with ignoring it.

Maci's tits glisten with water. Beads of water cling to her tight nipples. My head is rushing as I lean down, massaging her thickness together, causing her tits to push together with tempting closeness. She moans as I suck her nipples, smoothing my other hand down her body toward her core.

"Lukas," she gasps, but she's moaning, shifting against me. "Lu-kas…"

"You have to tell me to stop," I groan, letting her nipple go for a second. "You must say it because I know you don't want me to. I can feel it. I can feel how badly you want this."

She trails her fingers through my hair, letting out another ball-tingling moan. I keep going, slipping my hand over her bikini bottoms, feeling her folds through the thin fabric. I indulge in her curvy body: her nipples, her clit, her lips.

She moves her hand over mine when I pull her bottoms down.

"Naked, remember?" I growl.

She stares at me with red cheeks, nodding. "I guess it's only fair, right?"

I groan and dip under the water, pulling her bottoms down and staring at her slit through the water. Her hole is pink and needy-as- fuck . Her folds look swollen with lust. Holding my breath, I grab her hips and dip even lower, then start biting and kissing up her legs.

I emerge for air, then dip under again, this time going straight for her slit. Her body disturbs the water when I push my mouth down on her pussy, tasting her tanginess even through the chemicals in the water. I suck her clit, smoothing my finger around her hole.

Oh, hell. She's shaking for me. I can hear her moans muffled through the layers of water. I keep sucking her clit, rubbing her hole, then slip my finger in just a bit. She sits back against the wall, giving me the perfect angle to grab her thick ass and lift her up, indulging in her pussy even more.

Again, I rise for a gasp of air. She's staring at me wide-eyed. She's not halfheartedly trying to make me stop anymore. Lust infuses every inch of her. She's biting her lip and nodding. She almost seems sassily annoyed that I stopped.

With another breath, I go under the water, then pull her right up against my mouth. It's like the water hides what we're doing, and we can somehow justify it with the surface separating us from the rest of the world.

I tongue her clit as I finger her. She's so tight that I can only push in some of the way, but her body responds eagerly. She's shaking all over, her body pulsing as I slip my finger deeper. I lick her clit with more urgency.

My head starts to get light. I need to go up for air, but I'm too possessed by her body. She's close. I can feel it in the way she shakes for me. I can hear it in the muffled moans coming at me from above the surface. Ignoring the lightness in my head, I squeeze her thick ass harder, lick her clit fiercer, and drive my finger deep into her tight, young slit.

My heart starts to hammer in my body, in my skull, willing me to go up, but I refuse to. Not until I feel her cream for me. She squeezes her legs around my head like she wants to trap me here. I slip my finger all the way. Her insides are so damn warm, so inviting. Her clit feels like it gets bigger in my mouth.

Air bubbles escape me, but still, I won't go up. I own her slit. She almost screams when the orgasm hits her. It's like she's pissed at herself, but she can't stop. Her hips writhe against me, chasing the pleasure. I suck her clit and push my tongue against it, my head so light I almost pass out.

Suddenly, my survival instinct sends me to the surface. I gasp, sucking in big gulps of air. At the same time, I press my hand against my woman's core. I palm her eager pussy. She's still orgasming and rocking. There's no way I won't take her the rest of the way.

She collapses against me after ten more seconds, biting down on my cheek. "Oh my god," she whispers. "You almost drowned."

"It would've been worth it," I growl, grabbing my swim shorts and pulling them down.

"What are you doing?" she says, a moan in her voice.

"I'm going to fuck you hard. Fuck you until I explode in you." I'm breathless, sounding on the edge.

I grab her shoulders and turn her around. She stares at me with those wide, tempting eyes. Reaching down, I grip my cock, stroking my hand down and my length and then bringing it to her slit under the water.

"Wait," she moans, reaching back and pushing against me. "That… earlier… It wasn't just Scrabble ."

"Say it," I demand, my hand on her hip, ready to pull her against me. "I need to hear it. It's the only way I'll stop."

That sassy glint returns to her eyes. "I'm a virgin. There. Happy now?"

As confusing as it is, yes, I'm very goddamn happy. Somehow, I know that this woman should never touch anybody else. No other man should have the right to move his hands over her curvy body, to feel her tight walls wrapped around his cock.

I glide closer, bringing my tip to her opening. "And you're not ready to lose it?" I growl.

"I…" She bites down. "We've done enough and crossed too many lines already."

I push against her entrance, but her hole squeezes tight like she doesn't want to let me in.

"You better give me your hand," I tell her. "When you stroke my dick, I'll watch your big, perfect tits shake for me."

She turns around, her cheeks getting even redder. She can't imagine how irresistible she is to me when she stares up, excitement and guilt clashing. Her palm wraps around my shaft, warm and shy and filled with lust. She starts stroking me up and down, staring into my eyes. Leaning down, I kiss her again.

"I can taste myself," she murmurs, pulling away slightly.

"Fuck. That makes me harder."

"It… does?" She's still stroking, come rushing up my shaft.

"It's so dirty."

She moans, and then she leans up for another kiss. "Then please, Lukas, let me taste my pussy."

Oh, fuck . Water splashes as she moves her hand faster and faster. If I were inside her sweet slit, I'd try to hold myself back. I'd push until I felt her virgin hole get used to my thickness, but I let myself go. Way too soon, come rushes up my dick and erupts out of my tip.

I growl and wrap my arm around her, holding her against me, her entire body shifting with the frantic movements of her hand pumping seed out of me.

Then it's over, and my head clears. I float back through the water. Without the come filling me up, I can critically look at what we've just done and the lines we just crossed.

She glares up at me as though the spell is broken for her, too.

"Where are my clothes?" she says.

Suddenly, this all seems so seedy and depressing, as if I've used her. It's like we wordlessly agree to pretend this never happened.

"Where are my clothes? " she snaps.