Page 2 of Thanksgiving With Dad's Best Friend

“It’s nice to meet you,” Lexi tells me. “It’s Flynn, right?”

A growl almost rises in my throat. Hearing her say my name…fuck, it’s got me hard. I imagine her screaming out my name in the bedroom. I picture how she’d look underneath me, begging to be fucked. I blink several times. I need to keep my cool. She’s asked me a question.

“That’s right. It’s a pleasure to have you here…Lexi. I’m looking forward to getting to know you,” I say honestly. By the end of her time here, I hope to know her completely, the way only two lovers can. I want to know her mind, her body, and soul. I want to learn how she sounds when she reaches her climax. I want to know how adventurous she is in the bedroom. I want to know if she’s willing to give herself entirely to me.

There’s so much to learn about her and such little time. But we’re wasting time standing out here in the driveway. I finally pick up her suitcase, the afterthought of our first touch on our first meeting.

“Come inside, both of you. I’ll just take this upstairs.”

It’s the perfect way to excuse myself as they follow me inside. I hurry up the stairs to the guest room I’ve prepared for Lexi, ditching her suitcase by the bed. I cup my throbbing member through my pants, groaning to myself. I’m desperate to fuck her. I haven’t felt arousal like this for so many years. Now, I’ve got that hot little thing Lexi under my roof for an entire week, it’s going to be complete torture. But if this torture ends with my cock inside her, it’s a pain I’m willing to take on.

As I head back downstairs, Eddie and Lexi are talking in the hallway. Or rather, he’s talking her ear off and she’s bowing her head in shyness. She looks up and sees me, then looks away just as quickly. I grin to myself. I love how shy she is. Even if the innocence is an act, it’s so damn cute on her. But I’m going to make her feel as welcome as possible. Hopefully, she’ll relax enough to let herself go…and give herself to me.

But for now, I need to get rid of her Dad. At least if I can find a way to get rid of my best mate for a while, I’ll have some time alone with her. Before their arrival, I was looking forward to catching up with him…it’s been a minute since we last saw one another…but now, all I can think about is his fine as hell daughter. It seems strange to me that they’re even related and I don’t want to think about it too much. The more I do, the guiltier I’ll feel for having this wanting ache for her body.

“Eddie…why don’t you go and get settled in your room? I’ll take Lexi on a little tour, show her where everything is.”

Eddie smiles at me brightly, having no clue that I’m just trying to get alone time with his daughter. “Good idea. It’ll give you two a chance to get to know one another…it would be a long week if you didn’t have a chance to bond.”

“Agreed,” I murmur, catching Lexi’s eye. She blushes prettily and I smile. She’s sweet as sugar, and there’s nothing more exciting than the prospect of a little more time with her. As Eddie grabs his suitcase and heads upstairs, I place a hand on her shoulder, testing the waters. She watches me in interest as I do so. She certainly doesn’t seem opposed to the idea of me touching her. So I keep my hand on her warm shoulder, guiding her through to the kitchen.

“Let me show you around…I want you to feel at home here, Lexi. What’s mine is yours. Don’t be shy about using anything here. It’s all at your disposal.”

I show her around proudly. I guess I’ve always held pride in my possessions, the products of hard work on film sets and years in the TV industry. I’ve made a lot of money over the years, and I love to be able to show it off. Especially now that I’ve got a hot young woman in my house to impress. As we walk around the kitchen, she looks at it all in awe. It’s all made of sleek black marble, any chef’s dream. I can tell it’s caught her attention.

“I love this,” she says, speaking properly for the first time since she arrived. “I’d love a kitchen like this someday…I love to cook.”

Somehow, the fact that she can cook is hot to me. I imagine her at my stove in those ass-hugging jeans of hers, sweating over a meal just for me. I imagine pressing up against her body as I watch her cooking. Damn, why is that so arousing?

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