Her hands automatically slid into my hair as I looked up at her. “Did you lock the door?”
“Uhm, no,” she chuckled.
“You really should have,” I told her.
Her hazel eyes were still laughing at me as she said, “I came to take you to lunch,” she announced. “The kids are bothering your father in his office.”
My hands slid up underneath her skirt, her thighs soft and inviting against my palms. “If he’s any kind of father, then he’ll keep them occupied for the next fifteen minutes.”
“Chasin, I’m not going to let you do this when the kids-”
I removed one of my hands from underneath Jett’s skirt, then reached for the phone on my desk. As soon as my father answered, I said, “Dad, do me a favor and don’t let the kids out of your office for the next fifteen minutes.”
“Chasin!” Jett gasped, though she was laughing.
“Sure thing, son,” my father answered, laughing himself.
When I hung up the phone, Jett was shaking her head at me. “How am I supposed to face him when we go get the kids for lunch?”
“Since he’s babysitting his grandkids for the next few minutes, I’m pretty sure that he already knows that we have sex, baby.”
“You’re horrible, Chasin Carver,” she said, though she wasn’t pushing me away.
Setting her up on my desk, I said, “Let’s see if you’re still saying that after you cum on my face.”
“Chasin…” she moaned, already giving up the fight.
With my lips already on her neck, I said, “God, I love it when you moan my name.”
Thirty minutes later, I was going to lunch with my family, and it was fucking everything.
The End.