Her Dad's Last Rush: Her Dad Came Inside Series (Taboo Breeding Erotica)
The Jeff she thought she knew - compassionate, affectionate and devilishly handsome with his knee-weakening looks - changes during the day. Inside the walls of power-firm Steele Bernhardt and Lewis, Jeff is a shark - poised to chomp at carelessness and blunders. When Sadie falls into his crosshairs, a simple mistake lands her in his office for a post business hours meeting. More
The Jeff she thought she knew - compassionate, affectionate and devilishly handsome with his knee-weakening looks - changes during the day. Inside the walls of power-firm Steele Bernhardt and Lewis, Jeff is a shark - poised to chomp at carelessness and blunders. When Sadie falls into his crosshairs, a simple mistake lands her in his office for a post business hours meeting.
Will his strict, authoritarian position as director leave her inches away from losing her internship? Or, will the Jeff she once knew, her best friend’s Dad - a man she’s had an indelible history with - reveal himself?
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My hands pressed into the tight skirt I was wearing, moving towards the mounting feeling between my legs. That same feeling I felt whenever I was around Jeff, a pressure unlike anything else. A sensual, surging need for him to be in my arms. A need for him to be on top of me, his strong body next to mine, the warmth from his skin pressing against mine. I had to have him.
“If there’s one thing you need to learn, it’s that rules are often broken.” I stood up from the couch, my weak knees wobbling on my heels as I wrapped my hands around his neck and turned him in a circle, his back facing the couch.
Without much resistance, he bent down, his face lowering towards my low-cut top, his nose and mouth tracing along the outside of my shoulder and in towards my cleavage. His hot breath left a wake of goosebumps and peaked every small hair, tightening the skin as if a icy gale had blown over my body. I watched as his mouth opened and his tongue reached out of his warm, wet mouth, ever so faintly touching my skin, in a bee-line towards the rise of my breasts.
My hands tenderly gripped at the thick strands of his dark hair, ruffling them between my fingers, the satiny-black strands brushing between each digit. His face dropped lower, inch by inch he crept towards my right breast, his tongue leaving a cool, wet trace behind.
As he neared the edge of my shirt, his hands moved from the small of my back and towards the front, gently caressing around the loose fabric. His hands felt so large and encompassing when pressed against me. It felt like I was being controlled by him, his touch was sedating and engrossing. My neck fell back as his fingers touched the crevasse of exposed skin, between my soft, heavy tits.
“It’s been so long Jeff.” I exhaled through my ripe lungs, the air rushing up through my extended throat towards the ceiling.