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  “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” he rasps against my lips. “I’m not done with you yet. In fact, I’ve barely started.”

  “In here,” I breathe, motioning to the living room behind me while unbuttoning his pants. “I wouldn’t want my neighbors to see me do this.”

  With his pants unfastened, I reach my hand into his boxers and grip the root of his cock. Oh my god, he’s huge! I can barely circle my fingers around the thickness, and a gasp escapes my throat. Then, he moans and shudders when I begin stroking gently. He’s so firm and smooth, so supple and warm. My toes curl in my heels and I kick them off to the side carelessly. This way, I don’t have to worry about losing my balance as I pleasure him.

  “You like it, don’t you?” I coo. “Oh good.”

  Suddenly, Cave opens his eyes and reaches for my bra, unsnapping it in one swift motion. My breasts come tumbling out of the lace, the nipples hard and erect from being so turned on. He immediately takes my jugs in his hands, rubbing my nipples gently with his thumb. I groan at the tiny jolts of pleasure that run straight to my cunt, and he picks me up by the waist in response, my heart thumping in my chest with excitement and arousal.

  “You ready, sweetheart? Because I can’t wait anymore.”

  I merely mewl as my father in law sits me down the couch and spreads my legs, kneeling down in front of me as his hands go to the waistband of my panties. I lift my ass off the sofa and he snakes the fabric down my legs, tossing them to the side and biting his lip when he turns back to me. I’m now fully naked and his eyes glaze over.

  “Holy shit,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

  I blush intensely and reach forward to begin unbuttoning his shirt, but when I reach the fourth or fifth button, he grabs my hands and stops me. I cast him a questioning look and the passion in his gaze takes me by surprise.

  “Kiss me, Holly,” he whispers. “I need to feel you.”

  So I do. I push my ass to the edge of the couch and wrap my bare legs around his waist to tug him closer to me. I brush my lips against his and electricity shoots through my body at this intimacy. Somehow, he’s right. This can’t just be about a connection of our bodies. It’s a connection of our minds too, and the kiss underlines that.

  His lips are as soft at first, but then they become more animalistic, more intense, and more demanding. His mouth devours mine, scouring every inch of my mouth as he deepens the kiss and slips his tongue in between my lips. Our tongues tango together as I finish unbuttoning his shirt.

  My hands instinctively go to touch his bare skin and I’m met with rock hard abs and pecs, but incredibly soft, smooth skin. He’s so warm that I scoot closer to him as he shrugs off his shirt and throws it aside onto the floor. My hands travel from his bronzed torso to his hair, running my fingers through his short locks and tugging them as he reaches between us. He rubs his thumb against my nipple again and I shiver in delight, breaking the kiss to throw my head back and close my eyes in ecstasy.

  “Oh Cave,” I moan breathily. “Yes, just like that.”

  He growls in response and then pushes me back until my spine hits the cushions of the couch. The alpha male gently nudges my legs apart, revealing the very center of me, my very essence. I feel so exposed, yet so thrilled and exhilarated, the glistening pink his to taste. His eyes gleam, and hungrily, Cave licks his lips and kisses his way up my right thigh. I shudder when he reaches my core and breathes on my center, mentally pleading with him to please me. He doesn’t hesitate. In a second, he places an open-mouthed kiss on my wetness, snaking his tongue out to taste the very essence of me.

  “Oh god!” I moan, tossing my head back as hot juices flow into his mouth. “Yes!”

  I gasp as Cave works his magic, clutching the couch fabric as he pleases me in every way imaginable. My mouth is open and my eyes roll back in my head as pleasure courses through my veins with every flick of his tongue. Suddenly, he stops and I feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I open my eyes to see him standing before me in all his naked glory.

  “Lie back,” he growls, those blue eyes burning hot like embers.

  What can I do but obey? I shift on the couch so that I’m flat on my back and his eyes flare as he takes in my nude, flushed form, my thighs wet with desire. Then, my father in law’s on top of me and spreads my legs once again, ready to penetrate with one thrust. My heart pounds in my chest and suddenly, the moment’s come. Should I tell him I’ve never done this before?

  “Cave,” I murmur before he moves a muscle.

  There are harsh streaks on his high cheekbones and fluid leaks from his moist tip. But he stops and looks at me. “What is it, honey? Do you not want this?”

  I shake my head no, my breasts bobbling. “Of course I want this. But there’s something you should know before we continue.”

  He stays silent and I assume he fears the worst. I decide to get it over with because maybe this is the worst that could probably happen.

  “I’m a virgin,” I mumble, my cheeks red. I can’t even look him in the eye. Instead, I stare at his chest before fixing my gaze on an undefined point beyond his shoulder.

  He’s so still that I’m afraid I’ve scared him away for good.

  “What?”

  Oh god, this is so horrible, but I’ve already made my confession. I nod my head and blush all over.

  “I know it’s strange, but Lenny and I … well, we never did it.”

  My father in law is still poised over me, his wood rigid and pointing at my secret space.

  “How is that possible?” he growls. Those blue eyes flare, and a different kind of possession sets in. As if knowing that I’m untouched is an incredible turn-on.

  I gulp heavily.

  “Well, Lenny struggled with depression a lot, so he wasn’t in the mood very often. Also, I think his medication got in the way, so he was rarely able to … well, you know,” I finish in barely a whisper. “Get it up.”

  My father in law is practically vibrating above me. Sweat drops off his muscled chest and splatters on my breasts, and his tip seeps even more pre-come as I watch.

  “Are you serious?” he rasps. “You’ve never been touched?”

  I nod.

  “Never,” I breathe. “You’re my first.”

  With that, he moves to stake his possession. He thrusts into me like a conquering warrior, breaching my virginity in one stroke, and I tense below him as a sting runs through my secret space.

  “Ouch!” I gasp, clutching his shoulders.

  “You okay?” he rasps against my ear. “Oh god, you feel good, sweetheart.”

  I moan beneath him, unable to move for a moment. It hurts, but the pain is already fading into a pleasurable fullness.

  “Yes, I’m okay,” I murmur against his mouth. “Mmm!”

  Cave lets out a raspy chuckle and it may be my imagination, but his length literally grows bigger in me, hardening and reaching deeper inside.

  “You like it, don’t you?” he growls against my lips. “I knew my daughter in law would.”

  With that, he begins to thrust and the pleasure overpowers the pain, his member sliding in and out easily with the aid of my wetness. I moan and drag my fingernails against his back, scratching him as he pounds me deep and thorough. I feel a building pressure in my tummy and my pussy tingles with pleasure as the waves begin to crescendo.

  “Oh Cave,” I moan deliriously. “I’m going to … I’m going too …” But before I can finish the thought, I explode in bliss, moaning as I climax with his hard cock buried inside.

  “You’re mine, now,” he whispers in my ear as I unravel, pleasure infiltrating every ounce of my being. “Not his. Mine.”

  But suddenly the wave comes for him too. My core’s rippling motions are too much for Cave to handle because he thrusts deeply inside and groans loudly in my ear, his cock jerking and then releasing hot gusts of fluid. I suck it all up, my pussy milking him for every last drop as I scream my pleasure all
over again.

  Then, he collapses on top of me, that big body covering my own while offering security and comfort.

  He is so right. I am completely and utterly his.

  After Cave leaves, I immediately hop in a hot bath to ease the sore muscles at my center. I ache and feel tender from his massive member, but it also feels good to finally lose my virginity. I have to admit, I’ve wondered what it would be like, but I was too loyal to Lenny to try and find satisfaction on the side. Instead, I merely read my romance novels and fantasized.

  Now, I know that reality is a thousand times better than words on the page. Making love to Cave is addictive and the moment he left, I instantly craved his presence and his body again. Even now, I can still feel him inside and I let out a small moan, my pussy tingling.

  Of course, there’s a part of me that can’t believe I slept with Cave. He’s my father-in-law, for crying out loud. The rational part of my brain is trying to convince me that it was so wrong of me to do this, but there’s a little voice inside of me that’s telling me to do it again. And again. And again. Hell, I want to do it until we both pass out, exhausted and drenched from our efforts.

  That sounds like fun.

  I sink deeper into the hot water and shake my head, biting my lip with the memory as my cheeks go hot. Cave is off-limits, I think to myself. You cannot keep having sex with him. He’s practically family!

  But Noreen’s words keep coming back to me. He was my father-in-law but now that I’m no longer married to Lenny, Cave isn’t family anymore. It’s a not-so-small detail that I seize onto, using it to justify my desire for more. After all, he’s so wildly addictive, and so intensely satisfying that I can’t help myself anymore.

  I need to see him again.

  Suddenly, there’s a buzzing sound and I start in my bath. What is that? Oh, my phone. Lazily, I extend an arm to pick it up and smile when I see Cave’s name on my screen, my bath water nearly flowing over the edge. I answer immediately, my heart thumping with excitement and arousal.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, sexy,” he growls into the phone, his deep voice low and possessive. “I miss you already.”

  I smile immediately and bite my lip to try and maintain control over my mind and my body.

  “I miss you, too.”

  “So, that was fun,” he drawls. “But I need to see you again,” he repeats. “Soon.”

  I giggle like a giddy schoolgirl. “You do?”

  “Hell, yes,” he says. “You’re so sweet and sexy that I need another fix asap. I was thinking that you could tag along with Greta and I tomorrow as we view some office space for rent in downtown Colorado Springs for Lenny’s Lights. Are you interested?”

  Is the sky blue? Of course I’m interested.

  But the thought of Greta being there gives me the chills. What if my mother in law can sense that something is different between me and her ex? Greta’s smart after all, and a very perceptive person too. What if she notices the sexual tension pinging between us? It’s all so dangerous, so risky, and so scary. Yet that’s what makes it so delicious and enticing, and a thrill goes down my spine as my pussy tingles again.

  I find myself saying yes to Cave and then hang up, slowly sinking into the warm water again. Oh god, what have we done?

  6

  Cave

  * * *

  My stomach twists with nerves when I pull into a parking spot in front of the office building. My mind is still reeling from my sexual encounter with Holly and my body craves her in a way that I didn’t know was possible. My palms perspire with anticipation as I open my rental car door and step out into the brisk air. Fuck. Did last night really happen? It did, but now it’s time to act normally.

  I take a few deep breaths, trying to slow my erratic heartbeat. My fingertips shake as I zip up the black hoodie I’m wearing, the metal zipper softly clanging against the track. I seriously need to calm the fuck down before the fire brigade is called.

  I wait outside of the building for Holly, Greta, and the broker, hands shoved in my jean pockets and curled into fists to ease my shakiness. I can’t tell if my lips are numb from the cold or if the loss of feeling is from kissing Holly senseless yesterday. My fingernails dig into my palms as the memory of her mouth on my cock resurfaces abruptly, taking a hold of my mind and body like wildfire. I bite out a low curse, but it’s no use.

  I can’t stop thinking about Holly.

  When I see the broker pull into a parking spot, I sigh a breath of relief. At least he’ll distract me somewhat with his constant patter and fake smile. He gives me a slight wave and rushes to meet me by the front doors, his black suit neatly ironed. What’s his name again? Oh right, Nelson. The young man sticks out his hand when he reaches me and I take it in mine, shaking it briefly before releasing.

  “Hi, Mr. Pierce. Nelson Pritchard here! We spoke on the phone a few days ago?” he begins, pushing his black-rimmed glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

  “Nice to meet you, Nelson,” I return, my eyes drifting from his babylike face to the open road at the side of the building. I squint impatiently, looking for signs of Holly and Greta, who should be arriving together in the same vehicle. What irony. My ex is totally in the dark when it comes to my illicit relationship with our daughter in law. How did things come to this?

  But I begin to worry when Holly and Greta don’t arrive on time. Did something happen to them? Did Holly tell Greta about our experience yesterday? Is Greta angry at me, or at Holly? The endless unanswered questions drive me mad, and it’s impossible to focus on Nelson’s incessant small talk.

  Finally, Greta’s car pulls into the parking lot and I let out a silent sigh of relief. The vehicle door flies open and my ex appears, her face pinched with worry and guilt. Her black heels smack against the pavement as she runs to us, leaving Holly still in the car. She approaches us, short of breath and sweat forming on her brow.

  “I am so sorry,” Greta breathes, looking disheveled. “It’s my fault. I was supposed to…”

  The sound of Greta’s voice fades from my mind when the other passenger door opens and a long, smooth leg emerges from inside the vehicle. My pulse quickens and I lick my lips, dirty memories flooding my mind. Holly places her stiletto on the ground, her red heels so vibrant that I begin to shake in my shoes. Then, she steps out of the vehicle fully, her back to me for a moment. My eyes are glued to her curvy form. Oh shit, I’m going to lose it with Nelson and Greta right here, she’s so lush and curvy. Then Holly turns, her eyes colliding with mine, and her sultry red lips pull into a coy smile.

  I exhale so hard that Nelson shoots me a strange look.

  “Mr. Pierce?” he asks. “Is everything okay? I was just describing the square footage of this place to Ms. Pierce.”

  I snap my head back to the conversation at hand.

  “Oh, um yeah. Everything’s fine. Carry on.”

  This time Greta shoots me a strange look, but I merely smile half-heartedly in explanation. Meanwhile, Holly comes over to join us, and she looks absolutely ravishing. Her curly hair is up in a high ponytail at the top of her head, but a few loose locks have snuck their way out of the elastic and frame her beautiful face. The little black dress she has on hugs her curves, but she’s tempered the sexiness with a jean jacket. It takes everything in me not to swoop her into my arms and kiss her senseless right in front of the others.

  I’m in some deep shit.

  “Hello?” Greta’s voice filters back into my consciousness and I break away from my trance. “Did you hear what I said?”

  “What?” I reply, genuinely confused and slightly irritated with my ex for interrupting my reverie.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks before glancing at our daughter in law. Holly’s cheeks flush red and she quickly averts her eyes.

  “Oh, um, I forgot that I invited Holly, so I was surprised to see her,” I say, thinking quickly. “Now what were you saying again, Greta? I agree, the square footage sounds great for Lenny’s Lights.” />
  The blonde narrows her eyes at me and arches an eyebrow, not believing my lie. But my ex merely shakes her head and sighs.

  “Should we go inside? It’s freezing out here.”

  I nod emphatically and grab the handle of the door, yanking it open in one motion. “After you, ladies.”

  Greta goes in first, shooting me another stern look, and is followed by Nelson, who is completely clueless with a silly grin on his face. Meanwhile, Holly hesitates before she enters, biting her lip.

  “Go ahead, honey,” I say in a low voice so that only she can hear. “I’m right behind you.”

  Her eyes travel up and down the length of me and I can almost smell her arousal. I’m sure she’s remembering every single touch, kiss, and moan that we shared just a mere twenty-four hours ago. She throws me another secret smile and then minces coquettishly through the door, her ass too juicy and irresistible for me to ignore. I reach out and squeeze her backside, moaning at the juicy flesh beneath my palm.

  She jumps at the touch, but then smiles coyly once more when I pull away and walk around to follow Nelson and Greta. We both look innocent from the outside, but I can hear her shallow breaths from behind me as her heels tap on the gray tiled foyer of the office building. I smirk to myself. This is going to be fun. Never has viewing real estate been so illicit.

  “This is the office space, Mr. Pierce,” Nelson says after walking down a narrow, dark hallway. The broker pulls a small silver key from his suit jacket pocket and unlocks the shabby wooden door, revealing a tiny gray cube barely big enough for the four of us. “Welcome to Lenny’s Lights’ headquarters in Colorado Springs!”