Page 8 of Knocked Up By the Silver Fox

"And I wanted to tell you something I was excited about." She cut me off and crossed her arms over her chest. It wasn't just jealousy and missing me. She was disappointed, and it made me feel worse. I'd been banking on her being more and more independent and I'd forgotten that every child needs their father no matter what age.

"Would you like to tell me now?" I asked her, stepping into the room. I leaned against the door jamb and waited, and she sighed.

"Well, Elijah Sullivan asked me to go to the formal and I was so excited." A smile crept across her face as dread washed over me. Elijah Sullivan, son of celebrity Sebastian Sullivan, was probably not good news. Kids like that were used to getting anything they wanted and boys his age wanted only one thing. He needed to be put on a leash, not go on a date with my daughter.

"A Sullivan?" My temper flared but I tried to tamp it down. Internally, though, I was instantly ready to lock her in her room for the next six months and hide the key.

"Yeah, isn't it so amazing? He's like uber famous and he wants me to go with him. He could've asked Courtney Douglas or Vera Hopkins." She was positively beaming which only made me feel so torn. There was no way she was going to that dance, which only made me the bad guy. Kate would react differently, but Kate wasn't here. I had to protect our daughter from predators.

"I don't think it's a good idea." My firm statement instantly sucked the joy off her face and she scowled.

"Why not?"

"Because I just don't think it is. I don't want you going to a formal with that boy." My jaw clenched and I found my hands curling into fists, and Abby's eyes welled up with tears.

"Gosh, you're such a control freak. What's wrong with going to a dance with him? He's the first guy who's asked me out." Now she sounded whiney, and she knew that wasn't a way to get me to agree with her. It annoyed me. It was how she manipulated Kate into getting her way.

"Well, you'll have to pass on that. You're not going to a dance with Sebastian Sullivan's spoiled son. End of story." I shook my head and knew standing here in her room was just going to lead to more frustration, so I backed out and heard her scream-growl as she threw a pillow at me. It hit me on the back, but I ignored it and continued to my room.

My concerns and the decision I made were all completely justified. Protecting Abby was my top priority, and she was just too young to date a celebrity. She had no idea the things guys like him expected. Or maybe she did, and in that case, I was protecting her from herself too. Though, it did make me feel bad for disappointing her and breaking her heart. I heard her crying as I shut my bedroom door and wondered if I was too hard, if my gut reaction should've been calmer.

Abby needed a mother's touch when it came to matters of the heart. I just wasn't as nurturing as Kate was. I wished I had a woman in my life, anyone—even a friend—who could help me walk Abby through these challenging things in her final year of high school. College would be worse too; she'd be away from home and no one to discuss these things with but other girls her age who knew nothing about life.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub as I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off. The fabric clung to my flesh and I remembered that kiss. An image of Elizabeth smiling at me before turning to walk down the subway entrance stairs made me relax a little. Itoccurred to me again, that while it might not be kosher, I might have found a woman who could relate to my daughter and help her. Still, I didn't know how Abby would even respond. Just praising Elizabeth's work had set my daughter off.

And remembering that kiss set me off.

My dick started to swell as I touched my lips and remembered how soft hers were. The stress of the day, combined with my lack of physical intimacy with a woman for years hit me at that moment and I felt the urge to touch myself, and once that thought crossed my mind there was no putting the horse back in the barn.

I shucked my pants and my dick stood at attention. One simple kiss set my body on fire, and she wasn't even here. She was miles away somewhere on the other side of the city and I was standing in my bathroom drawing water for a shower with a cock so hard I could go for hours. It was painfully swollen, and my balls felt like they'd explode. I touched them gently and felt how tender they were. I beat off once or twice a week to keep them from hurting, but most of the time it wasn't due to arousal.

Tonight, however, I had my hand around my dick stroking before I even stepped into the shower. I stood under the flow of water and let it heat my skin as I closed my eyes and pictured Ms. Reid with her hand around my girth stroking. I imagined her supple skin against mine. Her breasts pressed to my chest as she moaned. My other hand moved to my balls and I squeezed gently as I pumped faster. The water was hot, and it did nothing to cool the fire in my veins. My cock leaked precum and I groaned low in my throat.

I could smell her scent, even though I didn't know what she smelled like. It was an amalgamation of my memories of women I'd known, and the soaps and lotions that coated my nostrils in the steamy bathroom. I pictured her naked in the shower with me, her plump ass pressing against my cock as she bent over. Islid my dick between her legs and her pussy gripped me like a vise. She was wet, so wet for me.

Then she was on her knees in my fantasy. Her full lips wrapped around the head of my cock while her tongue swirled around it. I groaned as I imagined her looking up at me, those big doe eyes begging me to take her. She wanted it, and I needed it. I could feel my balls tightening as I neared orgasm. I pumped a little faster, and I could feel the first tendrils of cum shooting out of my cock. I imagined it was on her face, across her cheeks and lips as she looked up at me.

"Ms. Reid," I moaned as I came, spurts of hot cum landing on the shower wall and floor, washed away by the steamy water. I gasped for air, hand still wrapped around my sensitive cock as my orgasm subsided. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath, and when I opened my eyes, I was alone in the shower.

I let the water rinse away the evidence of my fantasy externally, but internally her face lingered in my mind as I washed my hair and body. If I was going to continue working with her I'd have to set clear boundaries, and not because she was a problem in any way. She was a master at her job, and I needed her on my team; I just didn't know if I could work around her and keep control of myself.

I hadn't felt the need to have someone close to me like this in years. It was a great feeling, but one I had to control—because of the board, because of my future, and most importantly, because if I became infatuated with Elizabeth Reid, I'd miss out on things with Abby even more.

7

BETH

The train ride home zipped by, and my hand never left my mouth. I sat there with a dumb grin on my face and my fingers touching my lips the entire ride. Mr. Caldwell shocked me when he complimented me, so much so that I wasn't even thinking correctly when he kissed me. I'd never had a man be so forward like that. Then again, I'd never dated anyone as mature as him. Most guys my age were still in their mom's basement playing video games.

I bounced into the apartment a little before nine, and Rachel was sipping a glass of wine while watching her favorite reality TV show. She glanced up at me as I shut and locked the door, but she didn't say anything. I was floating, so giddy and warm from the inside out I didn't think anything would bring me down.

"Shh," Rachel hissed as I jingled my keys, hanging them on a hook by the door. I chuckled and sighed as I stripped off my damp jacket and hung it on the back of a kitchen chair.

"Is Hudson winning?" I asked, remembering the only detail about this particular season of her show that mattered. Hudson Grant was her favorite character. I didn't really get into the stuff,too much constructed drama, but I could appreciate that she enjoyed it.

"No, the other guy wants to vote him off…" Rachel used the remote to turn up the volume, and I snagged a glass from the cupboard before joining her on our old worn-out sofa. She had the bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table in front of her, so I poured a bit into my glass and sipped it as I kicked off my shoes.

It'd been an exhausting day, but it had ended on a high note. I'd been back and forth on the entire topic of William Caldwell and my whirlwind of a first few days of working for him. He was intense and everything was fast paced with him, but in the business world I knew it was like that sometimes. And when he liked something, he wasn't shy about saying it. He had heaped on the praise and compliments, which was nice but not necessary.

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