The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(85)

“I’ll be watching the game from the stands, make sure it’s a winner,” I said, slamming the door shut with a squeak.

He smiled, and that was all.

I spent the rest of the day trying in vain to study. I wanted nothing more than to forget everything had happened. My mind raced uncontrollably, wondering what I could do to keep this from ending for real. There had to be something that would let me be close to the person that I liked, without getting him fired in the process.

It occurred to me that the age difference was a little more than I would have liked. With age comes experience, though, and I would have liked to take advantage of his experience.

I pictured the kiss we shared before parting ways the other day. It was like a dream.

When studying didn’t work out, I decided to try spending some time with Jennie. Thankfully she was unavailable; I couldn’t imagine trying to share my experience with Jeff. I’m sure she would have just laughed it off as some kind of drama that I was trying to stir up.

So, I found myself lying in bed the remainder of the day, remembering every little caress and sensation I felt during our night of passion.

I awoke the next morning in odd sorts. The depression of knowing that something so wonderful was coming to an end before it even began, weighed heavily in my heart. I met up with Jennie for a tailgate party before the game.

I’m normally the one preaching sobriety but was feeling much the opposite. I drank more than my fair share. Nobody really minded, the just figured I had finally cracked myself out of my anti-social shell. Perhaps they were right. The last few days had been rather eye-opening for me, and I was beginning to discover who I had become.

I watched Jeff throughout most of the game, barely paying attention to the game. I cheered when the crowd cheered, but my brain was clogged with thought. Jennie chatted at me constantly, I just smiled and nodded. I doubt she really noticed my lack of interest.

The team was on fire; which was good as Jeff looked a bit too deep in thought to really get his head in the game. Brad took control and led the team to a relatively easy win. When they ran for the locker room, Jeff stood behind, lingering for a while on the field.

I excused myself from Jennie, and she ran off to join her boyfriend, the recent winner. I waited in my seat for the crowd to thin out before saying anything. I only approached when we were almost alone in the stadium.

“Congrats on the win,” I said.

He swiveled his head and gave me a nod and a smile.

“It doesn’t get any easier,” he replied.

I sat myself beside him, still keeping, at least, an arms-length of distance between us in case anyone was watching.

“Winning?”

“No, parting ways,” he said.

“Are you leaving?” I asked.

“Not sure. Fate is dealing us a bad hand, isn’t it?”

“The worst,” I replied.

He picked up his things and started walking away. I waited a moment, thinking that I could just let him go, but I wouldn’t let it happen so easy.

“Jeff, I can’t say goodbye like this,” I said.

He swiveled on his heel and turned to face me.

“Then don’t,” he replied.

I ran over to him, tackling him to the ground and planting a kiss square on his cheek. He started to push me off, but I held on tighter.

Then I saw an old look in his eye, something mischievous.

“Ten minutes, my office,” he said while standing back up.

I nodded and started feeling giddy about the time we were about to spend together. I sat down on the chair nearby and stared at the clock on my phone. I wondered if I should wait five minutes before I left, or if I should be late and make an entrance.

I chose the latter.

I went into the women’s restroom nearby and locked myself inside the handicapped stall. I stripped out of my clothes, neatly folding them and placing them inside my overly large handbag. Then I threw my somewhat short coat over my skinny naked body.

I stole away in the night, feeling my heartbeat quicken with each step I took towards his office. I was already a couple of minutes late, but didn’t want to get caught, so I went slowly to make sure nobody was watching.

I knocked twice on his door, and he answered readily, pulling me inside the office and shutting the door immediately.

The blinds in the office were all shut, and the lights were all off; save for a single candle that was lit on the middle of his desk.

I jumped into his arms and gave him a big kiss which he readily accepted. When his arms hugged around me, I believe he noticed how little I was wearing.

I felt his hand stroking along my leg that was wrapped around his waist. His hand kept grasping further up my thigh until he found the prize waiting for him.

I quivered and moaned as he ran his finger along my wet slit. I lowered myself down to the floor, letting the candlelight dance shadows across his face.

He pushed my coat over my shoulders and took in the sight of my naked body again, hungry and ready for more.

I unbuttoned his dress shirt while he caressed my sides. I enjoyed the tingle that would run up my spine with each passing moment.

With his shirt off, I began to work at his trousers. Now free from our clothing, we explored each other bodies. We were hungry to memorize every last detail in case this was our last chance at seeing one another.

He pulled me in for a hug; I stayed there just feeling his warmth as much as I could. His hand found my bottom, and he squeezed my flesh hard. He wanted to devour me, and I wanted to let him.