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Jared
I can’t get her out of my head.
Celeste Flynn.
My late best friend’s daughter, Steven’s little girl. The one I held when she was just a baby and the one I promised to look after if anything ever happened.
My biggest sin.
My only real regret.
It’s been five years and I haven’t forgotten a second of that night of her eighteenth birthday. The way she looked at me, not like a daughter, but like a woman.
The taste of her, the feel of her skin under my hands.
It was wrong.
It was so profoundly wrong.
She was young vulnerable and I was the older friend, the trusted one. I lost control for one moment.
One unforgivable moment.
And now she’s here living in my house.
A constant living temptation.
A walking, talking reminder of my desire.
Every morning this new torture.
The contract with the cafe was a stupid, impulsive idea. I told myself it was to keep an eye on her to make sure she was okay.
To fulfill my promise to Steven.
Lies.
All of it.
I just wanted to see her.
I don’t think I’ve ever want a woman the way I want Celeste, not even my ex wife.
Having Celeste here is taunting me.
That night I found her fingers buried deep inside her soaking p***y, f**k!
The thought made my d**k harden.
After insulting and rejecting her, I tried to convince myself that I was no good for her, that I have a fiancée to focus on even if Genevieve is more of a business merger than a love match
The things I want to do to her.
She’s been trying to get under my skin and God help me it’s working.
I want her.
I have always wanted her, since that night.
A deep possessive want that scares me but I shouldn’t not then, and definitely not now.
Celeste Flynn will be the end of me.
The door to my office opens without a knock.
And there she is.
Celeste
She is holding the coffee carrier the pastry box. Dressed in simple jeans and a sweater, her hair in a messy knot.
She looks tired but looks beautiful.
She always looks beautiful and ravishing.
I glance at the clock on my desk. 8:22.
“You’re late,” I say my voice comes out colder than I intend.
I’m angry.
Angry at myself for wanting her.
She stops walking and looks at me “The elevator was slow.”
“It’s the same elevator every day. It’s never been slow before… you’re seven minutes late.” I sound like a petty tyrant even to my own ears.
She walks over to the table and sets the delivery down a little harder than necessary. “Well I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, sir.” She says ‘sir’ like it’s a curse word.
“See that it doesn’t,” I say looking back at my computer screen needing her to leave befor I do something we would both regret” You can go.”
But she doesn’t move I can feel her standing there.
“Is there something else?” I ask not looking up.
“Yeah,” she say her voice is quiet but tight. “Why do you do this?”
I finally look at her. “Do what?”
“This!” she says gesturing between us. “This… act…. I mean one minute you’re dragging me out of a club like a caveman, the next you’re treating me like a disobedient employee who’s late with your coffee. Which is it, Jared? Am I a responsibility you hate, or am I just a nuisance you like to yell at?”
Her words hit a nerve.“You are here because your father asked me to look after you. That is the only reason and part of looking after you is ensuring you understand punctuality and respect.”
She lets out a harsh disbelieving laugh. “Respect? You want to talk about respect?!”
“That’s enough,” I snap standing up. My chair rolls back and hits the window with a thud. “You will not speak to me that way.”
“Or what?” she challenges taking a step closer. Her eyes are blazing. “You’ll kick me out? Go ahead. You’ll fire me from this stupid delivery job to your company? Please do. I don’t want your charity. I never did!”
“It’s not charity!” I roar, losing my grip on my control. “It’s my duty to Steven! To keep you safe even from yourself! Especially from yourself! Going to clubs dancing and kissing strangers… what were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I’m a grown woman who can make her own choices!” she shouts back. “You don’t own me! That night didn’t give you ownership of me!”
The mention of that night is like throwing gasoline on a fire.
“Do not,” I say my voice deadly quiet, “ever mention that night again Celeste…”
“It meant nothing?” she repeats, her voice shaking. “You’re a liar, Jared Harlan. You’re a coward and a liar that is exactly what you are”
She turns and grabs the coffee carrier from the table I think she’s going to storm out but she doesn’t.
She turns back to me her face pale with fury and then in one swift shocking movement, she pulls the lid off the large paper cup.
“If I’m just a nuisance,” she says her voice terrifyingly calm, “then this shouldn’t bother you at all.”
Before I can process what she’s doing, she throws the coffee.
It’s not a toss It’s a direct aimed throw. The dark, scalding liquid hits me right in the face and chest.
I gasp.
The heat is sudden and shocking.
It soaks through my white dress shirt instantly, burning my skin.
The smell of rich coffee fills my nostrils.
I stand there dripping stunned into complete silence.
Celeste looks at me at the coffee dripping from my chin onto my ruined shirt.
“Now we’re even,” she whispers.
I groaned angrily taking aback, the hell is wrong with her?
She crosses her arms. “Look at you already so hard for a little girl” she smirked causing my stare to move to my bulge.
Shit!
“I told you to leave” I grumble stepping closer.
“Oh come on daddy… too scared to admit how I make you hard” she pushed.
This girl will be the end of me.
I grab her arm pulling her toward the door. “Get out now.”
“Oh come on—“
I cut her off by pushing her to the wall pinning
her there. “You are a dirty little slut an that is what you’ll ever be”
“Yes Daddy… I can be anything for you”.She pushes my chest but her hands shake. “You're burned. Go clean up.”
I ignore her me hands slides lower to her jeans I unbutton them.
Slow.
She should stop me, but she doesn’t.
“Even? Not yet.” I slip my hand inside over her panties.
Feel the heat.
She gasped, “Jared… no!” She grabs my wrist. “Don't touch me”
“Why not? You're wet already, aren't you?” I rub her through the fabric feeling the dampness. '”See? Soaking for me”
Her breath quickens. “Stop!”
I tease her circling her c**t with my fingers and pressing lightly. '”Your p***y is dripping. Just from fighting.”
“You made it clear that you didn’t want me” she kicks at my leg weakly. “What about your fiancée?”
I push her panties aside slipping a finger along her slit. Wet. So wet. “f**k, Kitten. You're flooded.”
Her hips buck a little, “Not for you, never for you”
I smirked. “Then why is your cunt clenching?” I tease more rubbing her folds not going in yet. “Beg for it.”
“I don't beg”She glares. “You're the pervert. Touching your late friend's daughter.”
“Jared!!!” She fights trying to push my hand but I hold it there.
Thrusting slow.
“You asked for this, is what you want” I pump my fingers In and out. “Feel that? Your p***y loves it.”
“It doesn't.” She moans soft biting her lip.
“Liar.” I curl my fingers hitting her G spot . “You're close already. Dripping down my hand.”
“You don't want me then why do you have your fingers deep inside me?”
“I don't.” I thrust harder and faster. “You're trouble. Too young. Off limits.”
She grabs my bulge through my pants squeezing hard. “Feel this? Your c**k is rock hard Just from touching my pussy.”
“Fuck.” I groan as she strokes me over the fabric. “That's... nothing.”
“Nothing? It's throbbing.'”
I finger her rough while we argue. “c*m for me. Show how much you want it.”
“I don't want it…. I don’t want you” She gasps he hand tightens on my c**k. '
I add my thumb to her c**t rubbing circles. “c*m like the dirty little slut you are”
“I can't... oh god… Jared”
“You can. Do it.” I increase my pace deep and fast “so tight, so wrong”
She breaks shaking “Jared! f**k!” Her p***y squeezes my fingers as her Juices flood.
She releases hard.
She dropped her head on my shoulder catching her breath.
I pulled out “You’ve gotten what you wanted you w***e… Now Leave” I say turning my back on her.
“I—“ she paused. “f**k you Jared Harlen”
I hear her walk out leaving me alone in my office with a throbbing d**k.
Celeste Flynn would be the death of me
- Writer
