Page 5 of Thanksgiving With Dad's Best Friend

“I admire your ambition…your dedication…it’s a very attractive quality to have,” he growls, turning my body into jelly. He’s melted me so quickly, made me feel so warm inside that it’s unnerving. If he has this effect on me after fifteen minutes in his presence, then what will the rest of this week do to me?

“Thank you,” I whisper. I don’t know what else to say to him when he’s being so nice to me. I just want this communication to continue for as long as possible. He leans on his hand, propping himself up on the bed as he looks at me.

“When I became an actor the road to success was hard. It took a long time to get the wheels in motion…years of rejection, years of struggling to make ends meet…but it’s paid off now. I have a home I can be proud of…I have almost everything I could ever need.”

“Almost everything?” I ask quietly. He smiles like he has a secret to keep, but then he shakes his head, leaving me feeling slightly disappointed. Part of me was hoping that he was waiting for a woman to complete him…part of me wanted that to be me.

“Never mind,” he says with a gruff chuckle. “It doesn’t matter.”

I don’t want this conversation to end, but I get the feeling it’s about to. He moves to stand up and for some crazy reason, I stand up with him, desperate to block him from leaving. He looks at me in amusement and I grapple for something to say. Anything to say, just to keep him alone with me for another moment.

“I’ve never seen one of your movies…but I’d like to,” I whisper. He smiles at me, leaning in a little closer.

“We’ve got plenty of time for that.”

CHAPTER 3

Flynn

This morning has passed in a blur. While my guests have been getting themselves settled in, I’ve spent a couple of hours in my room, just trying to come to grips with what I’m feeling. I wasn’t expecting some hot little thing to turn up on my doorstep this morning, but now that she’s here, I have to figure out what I’m going to do about it.

She needs to be mine. That much is clear to me. I can’t allow any other man to snap her up and take her from me. She deserves a man who knows how to please her, how to praise her body the way it should be praised. She needs someone older and wiser to show her the ropes. But the problem is, once I get a taste of her, I know I won’t be able to let her go.

Besides, she didn’t come here to find someone to get her pussy wet. She came here to find a solution for her father and his broken heart. She came here as a support system for him out of the goodness of her heart. She’s sweet as sugar, devoted to him in ways I never knew with my own father. I can’t lead her astray. I can’t fuck her in the bedroom and fuck up her entire life outside of it. It’s not in my nature.

But neither is this incessant need. I’ve never been interested in casual sex, so I’ve been alone for the past forty years. I’ve never minded, but she’s woken something inside me, and now I need her more than I’ve ever needed anything before. It’s like needing food or water…I feel that I can’t live without having her.

I want her legs to tremble as I part them. I want her to expose her beautiful pussy to me and let me cum inside it. I want to know what she tastes like. I want to pleasure her all through the night until she can’t walk because she’s been fucked so good.

But her father is standing in our way. It would be a betrayal on my part to sleep with my best friend’s daughter, especially when he’s suffering enough already. I would never have considered anything like it before today. But since she’s arrived…damn, I just can’t help these thoughts. I think I’d be willing to stab him in the back to get just a kiss from her. I would give up everything I have in the world just to spend the night with her.

My dick throbs uncomfortably in my pants. I could get myself off right now, and it might make me feel better for a few minutes. I could picture her naked tits, her shapely ass, her beautiful thighs, and I’d cum in seconds. But it’s not the same as what I’m craving. This craving runs so deep that it feels as though it’ll never be satisfied. Not until I know she’s mine and I can have her over and over again for the rest of my days.

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