Page 26 of Surprise Baby for Daddy's Best Friend

"Like coding? No, I know nothing about that."

She closed her eyes and let out a low humming sound. She looked so much like Jared doing that. She had the same features and the creasing around her forehead, when she was deep in thought, like him.

"We could probably teach you. Get a job with my dad's business as a junior. Convince them you have to work remotely too."

"Sure." I laughed. "Let's also add in double the pay while we're at it."

"I'm serious. My dad wouldn't say no to me."

I didn't want to tell her that he probably wouldn't say no to me either if I gave him the right look, but that was better left unsaid.

Mandi let out a deep yawn and grabbed her phone, "Either way, it's getting late."

"Yeah, I'll probably head out--"

"No!" Mandi snapped.

I jumped and looked at her. Her face was turning a deep shade of red.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. I just want you to stay here tonight is all. I'm...I'm worried about you, Kim. You're always going out to see that random guy and staying there all night long. I'd rather you just stay in with me tonight. I don't want something bad to happen to you."

"Mandi, you know the guy I'm seeing. Well, he's..." My voice caught in my throat. I couldn't tell her. Not yet. There was nothing official going on between Jared and me. This was just meant to be a week-long thing and that was it.

"He's?"

"Never mind. Ignore what I was saying. You're right, it's late and I need to shower anyway."

I rolled off the bed and pulled out a silk night shirt and panties from my drawer of clothes. My mind drifted to the idea of Jared walking in on me wearing it and I shook my head. Heat rose between my legs, picturing his hands exploring my body and lifting the night shirt up past my hips. My breath caught in my throat and came out as a sudden shudder.

I glanced at Mandi who was now lying with her back to me and breathing deeply. I doubted she was asleep yet, but I wasn't going to chance it by spending my time imagining Jared in front of her.

At the very least, the bathroom was on my side of the hotel room and the walls were fairly thick. I turned the shower on and put my phone on a small counter inside with some low music playing in the background to muffle myself some more.

"Damn it," I sighed as I leaned my face against the cool tile walls. "What I wouldn't give for him to be here right now."

I traced the curves of my body down to my inner thighs and back up. Images of Jared holding me from behind cascaded through my mind. His rough hands exploring every inch of me with a deep desire I could never fully quench.

"Please," I muttered to the imaginary Jared.

I shook my head and started washing my hair. The warm water slid across my body, pooling my thoughts into other ideas and concepts. I imagined myself back at the restaurant with everyone having fun and how we were all getting sand all over ourselves while at the beach.

Still, even with those pictures, Jared's face continued to flash in front of me, from his possessive nature at the beach to the thirst in his eyes during dinner. I couldn't escape his stare and I wanted him to keep looking at me.

My fingers stretched down toward my thighs and brushed against the outer folds of my pussy. I let out a soft moan, imagining my hand, was Jared instead. The downpour of water and the beat of the music drowned out any noise I was making.

I continued to move further, pressing my finger against my clit and moving it in slow circles. Heat pooled between my legs and in my lower abdomen. My legs buckled slightly under my weight. I refocused my mind back on standing so I wouldn't fall over.

"Fuck," I grunted.

I leaned against the back wall of the shower and took the detachable showerhead with me. The heat from the water kept my skin warm, as I continued to explore every crevice.

My fingers followed along with the faint music from my phone, swirling at multiple speeds. Each new song was like a different shockwave through my body as I picked up speed and slowed down.

The imaginary Jared leaned closer to me and gently stroked my wrist as he watched me pleasure myself, "That's it, baby girl, just like that."

"I want you," I whispered.

"I know, but you'll need to work harder than that to have me."

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