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  “You okay?” he asks Katie curiously.

  “Of course,” she murmurs, taking a sip of water. Jimmy doesn’t seem to have noticed any of what’s going on and keeps blathering on, so I continue as well. I let my fingers slide across her clit again, which is hard and swollen with excitement. Faster and faster I rub it, once in a while dipping my fingers down into her creaming cunt - not too deep, just enough to lubricate my fingers with Katie’s own juices. Feeling her wet pussy respond to my digits like this has me rock hard. My huge cock is bulging out of my pants as I continue to rub her clit faster and faster until she suddenly suppresses a moan and knocks over her water glass, surprising Jimmy.

  “Katie! Are you sure you’re okay?” he says, picking up the water glass and dealing with the waiter who was alerted by the commotion. I use this moment to pull my fingers out of Katie’s drenched panties without anyone noticing.

  “Of course! Excuse me,” says Katie hoarsely, getting up and rushing away to the restrooms.

  “So,” I say to Jimmy, wiping my fingers on my napkin. “Your girlfriend’s very nice.”

  “I guess,” he shrugs, which confuses me. What the hell is going on here? There’s as much electricity between them as rubber and plastic, which is to say no current whatsoever. He doesn’t seem to be into her at all, and even more interestingly, she doesn’t seem to be into him. Nor does Katie seem like the type of girl who’s okay with being fingered by her boyfriend’s dad, in a fancy restaurant, in front of said boyfriend. Frankly, even I can’t believe that just happened. I’m so horny for her, all I want to do is follow her and own her in a restroom stall. I want to make her come not just with my fingers, but with my huge cock this time.

  But Katie returns to the table and we finish the rest of dinner pretending everything is normal. Jimmy continues to blather on a bit, still oblivious, as we eat our dessert. I catch Katie shooting me a few more looks, but keep my expression neutral. There’s no sense in alerting my son to what just happened. Hell, even I’m not sure what comes next

  But after we say our goodbyes, I know something has to happen. I get into my car and shift uncomfortably from the raging boner that’s been with me for hours now. It’s clear that Velma won’t be enough, especially now that I’ve laid eyes on Katie. I don’t know how the brunette’s done this from just one encounter, but I do know that I have to have her somehow. Even though the sweet girl is my son’s girlfriend, my attraction defies everything that’s good and decent … and I’m not going to fight it.

  Chapter 4

  KATIE

  Holy shit. I can’t believe that happened last night! I didn’t sleep a wink. Now I’m pacing my bedroom in my underwear, trying to get dressed, but not sure what to wear, and not even sure I should even go. This lacrosse game is something I can miss, right? The fact that my boyfriend, the star athlete, is playing doesn’t matter. Right?

  But his dad will be there, and that does matter. A lot. Because oh god, what we did last night was so dirty. I can’t go! I can’t face either of them. Maybe I should just break up with Jimmy and forget the whole thing ever happened. Hysterical, I continue pacing. Yet last night was so hot. It felt wrong that it happened, but it also felt so right. How can that be?

  I felt an attraction to Mr. Marks from the moment I saw him, and I could tell it was mutual, which thrilled me. He’s devastatingly handsome - like Jimmy, but taller, broader, rougher, and more of an alpha male. God, I bet he’d know how to take my virginity, unlike Jimmy who seems to be stumbling in that department. I chastise myself for even thinking like that. And yet, the electricity between us last night was undeniable. It wasn’t until I felt it that I realized that it’s what’s been missing between Jimmy and me this whole time. The way Mr. Marks dared to reach into my panties like it was no big deal. Plus, the way he skillfully managed to pull it off - rubbing my clit in those little circular motions until I orgasmed right there at the table, pussy creaming hard.

  Part of the reason I spent the night wide awake was because I was thinking about him, trying to recreate the movements on my pussy myself. Unfortunately, I didn’t succeed. I’ve tried playing with myself before, but never really figured out what I like. I can’t believe that my first orgasm happened like that! From my boyfriend’s billionaire dad under a table at a fancy restaurant, no less. It was incredible, and I have to admit that I’m curious to find out more about him. Why would he risk such a daring act? I know he’s divorced from Jimmy’s mom, but isn’t he in a relationship or something? And how badly does he really want me, to go to lengths like that?

  Suddenly overcome with an insatiable thirst for answers, I throw on a casual sundress, put on my lacrosse cap and sunglasses, and pull on my sneakers. Looking in the mirror, I decide I look casual and sexy - my tits are huge in this dress and my curves come off as sassy. Enflamed by what happened last night, I suddenly find myself feeling a bit more confident than usual. Finding myself on the receiving end of the advances of a hot, crazy rich DILF, has done something to me. The fact that this DILF is my boyfriend’s dad does bother me - but my frustration at Jimmy’s lack of sexual interest helps me brush that aside. At least until I work out what this thing with Mr. Marks is.

  Heading over to the bleachers, I see Jimmy running up to me. He’s in his lacrosse gear and wearing an anxious expression.

  “Where the hell were you?” he asks me, annoyed.

  “What do mean?” I ask, taken aback. “The game hasn’t started yet, has it?”

  “The pre-game, Katie. You’re my girlfriend. All the other players’ girlfriends were here! How do you think that made me look?” he demands. The boy has never been annoyed with me before and I’m taken aback.

  “But you didn’t tell me,” I say feebly. “I didn’t know.”

  “The fact that I have to tell you that a lacrosse player needs his girlfriend there during pre-game is - well, maybe a sign that this isn’t really working,” he says, surprising me. He sees it in my eyes, and immediately softens.

  “Look, I dunno, okay? I just needed you there and I was annoyed. I’m sorry. Let’s talk about it later. The game’s about to start,” he apologizes.

  “Okay,” I agree. Jimmy kisses me hastily and rushes off to the field, leaving me astounded, but not hurt. Because actually, the feeling is more one of relief. Clearly Jimmy isn’t sure this is working out, too, and it wasn’t just me. We’re both hellishly confused and unsure what to do next. But if that’s the case, then I need to figure things out first. I can’t allow for anymore hanky panky with his dad. Yet I’m not sure I want to eradicate that possibility either. What in the world is wrong with me?

  I arrive at the bleachers looking for a seat and see someone raise a hand in greeting at the edge of the field. Oh my god, it’s Mr. Marks. My heart skips a beat and my mouth dries up. Holy shit. He looks incredible. It would be too awkward to go sit somewhere else now that he knows I’ve seen him waving. So not knowing what else to do, I start making my way over to him as the game begins. The crowd starts cheering, and yet all I can focus on is him as I come closer. Yesterday he’d been wearing his business suit, obviously having come just from the office. But today being Saturday, he’s dressed more casually in stone-colored linen slacks and a baby-blue shirt with the arms rolled up, exposing his muscled forearms. The color of his shirt makes the piercing blue of his eyes really pop, and as I draw closer, my breath catches in my throat. He’s not smiling at me, exactly, but there’s a gleam in his eyes of something.

  “Saved you a seat,” he says in his deep voice, indicating two empty chairs next to him. But he shows no inclination of sitting down. I can’t do anything but blink up at him, my lips parting wordlessly. This attraction is crazy and my heart thumps painfully in my chest.

  “Unless,” Jordan continues, “you’d rather stand?” He’s grinning now, and I realize I must look like a dunce, gaping at his male form like a little girl in a candy store.

  “Thank you,” I say hastily, sitting down and feeling like an idiot. Jimmy h
as just scored a point and we automatically clap along with the rest of the cheering crowd.

  “How long have you and Jimmy been dating?” Mr. Marks asks casually, leaning in close so I can hear. Feeling his breath on my skin gives me chills. I wish I could feel it again in a more private setting, and then immediately feel guilty - he’s asking me about his son, Jimmy, who is my boyfriend. Guiltily, I try to steer my thoughts away from my attraction for Mr. Marks.

  “Um, a couple of months now?” I answer in the most conversational tone I can muster. “He’s a great guy,” I add.

  “He sure is,” nods Mr. Marks. “He loves it at Hudson and says that he’s going to triple major in kinesiology, physical sciences, and botany to boot. Go figure,” the man cracks. “My son’s a go-getter.”

  Hmm, well clearly Mr. Marks doesn’t know that Jimmy’s deeply immersed in his Gender and Sexuality class. But the alpha male continues, throwing me a casual glance. “So what’s your major, Katie? Have you decided yet?”

  “Interior design,” I reply, which makes him smile for some reason. It’s an incredible smile that makes my belly do backflips, and an involuntary return smile shines out at him.

  “What is it?” I ask curiously.

  “Nothing,” he says, shaking his head, his eyes back on the game. “That was Jimmy’s mom’s major too.”

  “Really? I didn’t know that,” I respond. “Jimmy doesn’t talk about his family much, actually. I mean, I know who you are, of course,” I add quickly. He looks at me, amused, waiting for me to go on. “I know you’re a major donor to Hudson University and we even have a building named after you.”

  “Ever been in it?” he asks.

  “Yeah, once or twice.”

  “I chose the architect myself,” Jordan says, smiling at me to see my reaction. Is he looking for my approval? I must have misread it. But that can’t be because I’m an eighteen-year old nobody, while he’s a powerful and wealthy donor. There’s no way he was seeking my approval.

  “I don’t have any classes in the Marks Building,” I say hesitantly. “But I’ll go check it out sometime.” This seems to please him.

  “Would you like to see it now?” he asks, his voice suddenly husky. He keeps his eyes on my face, watching my reaction. I’m a little taken aback but can’t hide a smile. “As a design major, you may appreciate it,” he adds.

  “You mean, now? What - what about Jimmy?” I stammer, but more because I feel like I should, not so much because I actually care. Again, I’m wracked with guilt. But that doesn’t seem to be Mr. Marks’s problem.

  “Why not?” he shrugs. “The whole university is watching, and my son has all the support he needs, right?” Looking around the bleachers, I honestly can’t argue. Not a single seat is empty, and everyone is on their feet, hooting and hollering. We definitely won’t be missed. Plus, the opportunity to spend some alone time with Mr. Marks is absolutely irresistible.

  Maybe getting to know him a little better will help me figure all this out. But the raw truth is that he seems more into me than any guy has ever been, including my own boyfriend. And I’m feeling more attracted to him than anyone I’ve ever met, including my own boyfriend. I can’t resist the temptation of seeing where this may go, and where it could go. If Mr. Marks was bold enough to finger me under the table last night, who knows what else he’s capable of? It’s dirty and wrong, but I just can’t help it. I have to know what else he’s capable of. And guiltily … I hope it’s more of the same.

  Chapter 5

  KATIE

  Mr. Marks holds open the huge glass door for me, but there’s just a small sliver of space, and our bodies almost touch as I slip inside. He enters behind me. The Marks Building is as silent as a grave.

  “Wow, literally everyone is at the lacrosse game today,” I joke, my voice echoing through the cathedral-like space as we walk through the entrance hall.

  “Just as well,” he says in his deep, gentle voice as he grins at me. “I can give you a private tour.” Oh shit, I hope I can resist the temptation to flirt with him. But I already know it’s a lost cause. I look around me, trying to focus on the beauty of the building.

  “I love the light in here. It’s so lofty, almost like a -”

  “- church,” he finishes my sentence, grinning. “I know. I love it too. I thought it was important to give students the feeling that their education was for a higher purpose. To motivate and inspire the way religion does.”

  I nod, understanding, taking in his words.

  “You get that, don’t you?” he asks me gently. As we continue walking through the building, our arms brush together, making me shiver in anticipation. I look up at him and see him staring down at me through his dark lashes, the piercing blue of his eyes boring into me, burning out all thoughts. My pussy clenches even as I blush hotly.

  “You’re very mature for your age,” he drawls as we round a corner and find ourselves strolling along the mezzanine. It’s a beautiful, dazzling walkway with immense, cathedral-like windows and a raised ceiling. The fact that below us is a cafeteria doesn’t seem to change the feel of the building’s divinity.

  “Mature for my age?” I reply shyly, smiling at the compliment.

  “I don’t mean to be condescending,” he explains. “I’ve had interns your age at the office, and those girls couldn’t hold a torch to you. There’s something about you.” My insides turn to mush, and in a final attempt to do the right thing, I stop at the railing of the mezzanine and gesture out towards the cavernous space with the empty cafeteria below us.

  “This is another beautiful room. I love the architecture,” I remark in a casual voice, trying to change the subject. Do I sound like I’m in control? I hope to god yes.

  Mr. Marks nods.

  “If you like this, I have to show you something else. My favorite part of the building. Come on,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me gently with him. Holy shit. This is so inappropriate, but so hot. Mr. Marks’ huge hand envelops mine in a confident grasp. Even if I wanted to pull away, to stop this, I couldn’t - his quiet strength leads me on behind him. Plus, my thoughts are like a runaway train. Feeling his fingers, the same ones he had in my pussy last night, make my juices flow and I go up in flames at the contact.

  He’s turned a corner now and pulling me with him, we find ourselves in a small, dark corridor.

  “What’s this?” I ask breathlessly, trying hard not to show how affected I am. But Mr. Marks simply points upwards with a cheeky grin and I follow the direction of his hand. It’s a narrow, concrete stairwell that winds up to more darkness.

  “Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice deep and low. I’d like to tell him I’d let him do anything to me, let him take me anywhere, but my voice seems stuck in my throat. So I nod silently.

  “Good,” he says, and pulls me up along into the stairway with him. It’s pitch black now. Then he stops and lets go of my hand, and I hear him fumble with something above our heads. Then a creak and bright, breezy daylight comes pouring in over us, bathing the dark stairwell in sunshine. I squint as my eyes adjust to the sudden blaze. Mr. Marks is pulling me up with him and it’s not until I feel the wind gently tugging at my dress that I realize where we are: the roof of the Marks Building.

  “Wow!” I exclaim, unable to hide my delight. Mr. Marks shoots me a dazzling white smile and takes my hand again, leading me across the roof.

  “I discovered it by accident, on the day the building opened a couple of years ago. After I gave the opening speech, I needed to get away from the crowds for a bit. I wandered around and ended up on this roof.”

  “The way this wall comes up is great,” I say, running my hands over the smooth stone surface. “It’s shielding us from the wind.”

  “Yeah, and isn’t the view incredible?” he asks.

  “It’s beautiful,” I agree, peering out over the grounds of the university, and the rise of Manhattan further south. Directly below us is the lacrosse field. The roar of the crowd comes up to meet us. “So
unds like Jimmy is doing alright,” I add ruefully. This suddenly makes Mr. Marks grow serious again. He turns to face me.

  “Katie,” he starts, guiding my form gently so that I face him. “You’re special, aren’t you?” I smile and look away, feeling my cheeks burn up.

  “Not really, Mr. Marks,” I protest feebly.

  “Call me Jordan, please,” he says, and gently touches my chin, turning my face back to him. “And you are. I know. I can see it. I know lots of people your age, including my own son, and just believe me when I say there’s something about you. You’re different.” His hand goes from my chin to the side of my face, cupping it. The way his fingers tangle familiarly in my hair sends shivers down my spine.

  “I don’t - I don’t know what to say,” I whisper. He’s coming closer to me, his arm curving behind my back as he crushes me up against him. The way his dominance takes over my whole body leaves me helpless, and I’m like putty in his hands.

  But then I shake my head, trying to clear it, even while looking into those dazzling blue eyes.

  “Mr. Marks,” I begin. “What we did at dinner … that wasn’t right.”

  He leans back a little, a smile quirking his lips.

  “Oh it wasn’t? Which part? Was it the wine you didn’t like? Or the steak? Or maybe one of the sides?”

  I giggle despite myself.

  “You know!” I protest lightly, swatting his arm with one of my small fists. “It’s … well, you know, what we did.”

  His eyes darken imperceptibly.