Page 1 of Silver Fox's Secret Baby

PROLOGUE

Samantha – Five years ago.

Icouldn't believe this was happening. Henry Banion’s lips wrapped around my nipple and sucked hard, sending electric shock waves straight to my pussy.

I wasn't a virgin, but I'd never had anyone nearly send me screaming into an orgasm simply from sucking on my nipples. Henry Banion had skills, and it surprised me.

He was the epitome of the sexy, distinguished man with his thick silver hair and his fit body. But as far as I could tell, he'd devoted his life to raising his daughter, the product of a one-night stand with a woman who didn't want to be a mother, and his business, Banion Media Corp.

But clearly, sometime, somewhere, he'd engaged in sexual encounters because he truly knew what he was doing.

The fact that he was doing them to me was a shock. Oh, sure, I'd had a crush on him for some time, but there were so many reasons I shouldn't be propped up on his desk while his fingers probed my pussy walls while his lips continued to feast on my breasts.

The first shock was that Henry found me attractive at all. Then there was the fact that I was his intern, which didn't bother me, but I knew it concerned him because he'd said so just before he kissed me.

For me, the bigger issue was that Henry was my best friend's father. In general, Victoria was a progressive and tolerant woman who wouldn’t see anything wrong with my being with an older man or even my internship supervisor.

But I suspected that having sex with her father wouldn't go over very well. I could see how it would be weird.

I wondered if it would help or hurt if she knew that I'd been falling for Henry practically since the day I met him four years ago when she and I first became roommates in college. At the time, it was just an infatuation, and then during my senior year in college, I became his intern and was able to spend more time with him. And the more I did, the more the basic attraction turned to something more. He was smart and sweet and loyal and decent, although I imagine some wouldn’t think so now with his daughter’s friend on his desk. But the heart didn’t care about any of that. I didn’t care about any of that. All I cared about was Henry touching me.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured against my neck. “Is that for me?”

“Yes.” God, I ached for him. My pussy was throbbing with need. My hips rocked, wanting more from him.

“You’re a needy one, aren’t you?”

Was he teasing me? Comparing me to his other conquests? I didn’t like either of those ideas. I wanted to be the only woman he thought about.

“Let me take care of you.” He dropped to his knees and pushed my legs open. “Heaven help me, this is wrong, but I’ve got to taste you, Samantha.”

“Yes... please... now...”

He dragged his tongue through my folds.

“Oh!” My hands gripped the edge of the desk as a flash of white-hot heat surged through me.

“Fucking hell... I love how you respond.” He gripped my hips and then buried his face in my pussy. He licked and sucked and did what else I didn’t know. All I knew was that it was beyond anything I’d ever felt. The torture of need was more intense. The delicious build-up had me writhing.

“Oh, Henry...” And then I was there. I hit the pinnacle and the most forceful, yet sweetest orgasm rolled over me like a tidal wave.

He groaned as he continued to lap at my pussy. Then he rose, his hands fumbling with his pants. “I need to be in there, Samantha. Tell me I can fuck you.”

His choice of words stunned me a little bit. I’d heard it in other types of conversation, of course, but not when I was intimate with someone. I found it surprisingly erotic.

“Yes.”

He dropped his pants and then stopped. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.” He laughed at himself. “It’s been awhile.”

His admission served to make me want him more. Something about me had caused him to break his celibacy. And also, it was sweet of him to reveal something I imagined most men didn’t like to admit.

“I’m on the pill.” I pushed away my mother’s voice from when I was in high school and first went on the pill to regulate my irregular periods when she told me that the pill might protect me from pregnancy, but not from other things a man might give me. But Henry wouldn’t have any diseases. He took care of himself and by his own admission wasn’t very sexually active now.

His blue eyes were intense with need yet restraint. “Are you sure you’re okay without a condom?”

I looked down at his freed dick, and my pussy clenched tight with need. “Yes. Yes, I want this. I want you.”

He shook his head, and for a moment, I thought he was going to change his mind. “I want this too, Samantha, but good God, Tori can never know.”

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