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  Table of Contents

  Owned By My Best Friend’s Dad

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

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  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Table of Contents

  Owned By My Best Friend’s Dad

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Owned By My Best Friend’s Dad

  By Leona Lee & Lia Lee

  All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2017 Leona Lee and Lia Lee.

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  Chapter One

  BRAD

  The Seattle skies were clear for once, and the downtown streets were bustling far below our high-rise office building. The entire building was encased in glass, providing a spectacular view of the city around it. I strode into Zach’s office without knocking, supremely aware of the long-legged blonde that followed me in.

  Zach was behind his standing desk when we entered. The desk was the latest trick he was trying in the perpetual fight to stay as fit as possible for as long as possible. He was, however, not fighting a winning battle. His tailored suit was tight around his waist, revealing a paunch around his stomach that hadn’t been there a few years before.

  His obsidian gaze met mine briefly, before settling firmly on the bombshell behind me. I turned toward her, resigned to the effect that she had on the men in the office. After introducing her around for the last hour or so, I was quickly learning that my cock wasn’t the only one to sit up and take notice of her.

  “Jordan Hall, meet Zach Tucker,” I said. “Zach, Jordan’s the new secretary I hired. I told you about her last week.”

  My best friend’s eyes openly roamed Jordan’s delectable little body like he wanted to devour her. Having known Zach for going on three decades, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that it was exactly what he wanted to do.

  Jordan smiled shyly and stuck out her hand to him. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Tucker. You’re Brad’s second in command, right?”

  Zach sighed but gave her a playful wink as he extended his hand and took hers in it. “So, I’m Mr. Tucker, but he’s Brad. I’m only a year older than him, you know. And, yes I am.”

  Jordan’s cheeks flushed a rosy hue of pink, the exact shade I imagined they would go after a few rounds of being fucked the way a gorgeous girl like her deserved to be. She seemed lost for words, so I stepped in quickly.

  “Don’t give the girl shit on her first day, Tucker. She’s known me for a while now, as you know.”

  Three years, actually. That was how long I had known her. Ever since my daughter, Nicole, had brought her friend from college home for Thanksgiving. As soon as Jordan had stepped through my front door, doe-eyed and innocent, looking sexy as anything with her dirty blonde hair tousled from the ride over in Nicole’s convertible, it was like she’d grabbed my cock and never let it go.

  If there was one thing that no hotblooded man would ever lose his appreciation of, regardless of his age, it was a beautiful woman. And Jordan was up there with the best of them.

  At twenty-six, her skinny frame was still slim, but it had filled out some since I’d first met her. Her navy-blue eyes were round, cerulean pools that made you want to dive into them. They were sharper now than they’d been on that fateful day three years ago.

  Since she was no longer a college student on vacation, her lips weren’t nude, and her hair wasn’t tousled anymore. Instead, it was twisted up into an elegant knot, and her lips were slicked with a shiny red that was going to cause half the guys in the office to picture them wrapped around their cocks as soon as they saw her.

  Fuck, it was the first thing I’d pictured as soon as I’d collected her from the front desk that morning. She was off-limits to me of course, being my daughter’s best friend and twenty-two years my junior and all, but I was middle-aged, not dead. I couldn’t control the places my mind flashed to when confronted with a girl who looked as sexy as she did.

  The age difference between us wouldn’t necessarily have bothered me if it wasn’t for the fact that Jordan was Nicole’s closest friend. She wouldn’t even have been the youngest girl I’d been with, if I was being honest with myself.

  But things being what they were, Jordan was in the Do Not Fuck category as far as I was concerned. Nicole and I were close. We had been since her mother walked out on us when she was five, and I would never do anything that would get in the way of that.

  I imagined that banging her best friend would do exactly that, which was why, as much she was the sexiest young woman I’d encountered in a long time, there was absolutely no way my dick was ever going near her.

  Jordan chatted animatedly to Zach, explaining how excited she was to be working for Woods Technology, the I.T. company I founded back in the early days of the dot-com bubble. “This is such a great opportunity for me. I was so excited when Brad offered me the job.”

  I wasn’t nearly as excited as she was. Not initially anyway. My attraction to this girl was too strong, but Nicole begged and pleaded with me to give Jordan the job the second she found out about it. Jordan’s resume read exactly like the kind of candidate I needed, and she was having trouble with her old boss. So, Nicole was convinced she would be a perfect fit.

  Nikki had been desperate to get her friend away from her lecherous boss who wanted to do exactly the kind of things to her that Zach, and I, wanted to do to her. The difference was that I wouldn’t lay a hand on her. I could keep Zach under control, too, and I wasn’t going to threaten to fire her every other day for turning me down, especially since I had no intention of ever propositioning her.

  Nicole made a compelling case, and in the end, I’d agreed to poach Jordan to save her from the man’s constant harassment. I’d been hesitant at first, but I couldn’t stand the thought of a woman that I knew being treated that way. Especially when I was in a position to be able to help her.

  I had some time to get used to the idea of her working for me, and I’d started looking forward to it, despite my initial hesitation. Having a sexy secretary was something of a fantasy for every man.

  I was no different. I
just wouldn’t act on it or ever consider tying her job to her appearance. Her good looks were just an added perk. Men who harassed women like that deserved to have their heads ripped off and their balls fed to them, as far I was concerned.

  “We were just lucky that you were in the market for a job when you were,” I told her. I didn’t know if Nicole had shared exactly how Jordan had gotten the job she was now so excited about. “Speaking of which, you’ve met all the key players that you’ll be working with. I have time for a quick meeting to give you a rundown of the basics, but then I have to run.”

  Jordan fluttered her long lashes, turning those navy blues on me. They were wide and excited, bright and hopeful. Like a fist around my cock. Every. Single. Time.

  “Sure thing, Brad,” she said.

  Her voice was as warm as sunshine, soft and just sweet enough to reel me in like a fish. A part of me was desperate to see if I could corrupt her. Everything about her, from the way her eyes shone, to her voice, to the way she dressed, hinted at pureness with a little something wild trying to get out.

  Like the outfit she was wearing, for instance. Her shirt showed just a touch too much cleavage for a truly innocent woman to be as comfortable in it as she was. The blouse was matched with a skirt that was a respectable length, but I could’ve sworn I’d spotted garters peeking out from underneath it when I’d collected her from the seating area. Her heels were sky high and showed off miles of toned legs.

  The entire outfit clung to the curves that she had in all the right places, but not so much as to make it inappropriate for work. She was an enigma, this one.

  One that you absolutely cannot solve.

  With an inward sigh, I held my arm out to her and led her to the confines of my office down the hall from Zach’s. I left the door open behind us for good measure. Jordan’s eyes darted toward it, then back to mine. The tip of her tongue made a quick swipe of her lower lip before she sucked it between her teeth.

  She’s nervous.

  I wondered why. We’d been alone plenty of times before, and she’d never hinted at being uncomfortable with me. I dismissed it. The first day at any new job was always a little nerve-racking. And for all I knew, she was still carrying the emotional baggage of having been borderline, perhaps even full-on, harassed by her former boss. It was all the more reason for me to treat her gently.

  I gestured for her to take a seat.

  “Please, Jordan. Make yourself comfortable. Would you like some coffee?”

  Flashing me a small smile, she raised her hand to toy with a thin golden chain that was clasped around her neck. I wanted to reach for it, to run my mouth down the smooth skin of that neck.

  Holy shit, I needed to get a fucking grip.

  Especially since I’d just imagined that she’d brushed the top of her left tit when she twisted her chain, all the while looking right at me. Still, I couldn’t think that way. Not with her.

  “Shouldn’t I be the one getting the coffee?” Jordan asked.

  “You will be, soon enough,” I said, unbuttoning the top button of my dark gray suit before I lowered myself into my leather chair. None of that ergonomic, standing up bullshit for me. I worked out for at least an hour every day of my life. I could afford to sit down at work.

  Jordan smiled again, sinking into the brown leather seat across from my gleaming wooden partner’s desk. “Thank you. I will have a coffee.”

  With a reassuring smile, I pressed down on a button on my phone and asked the floor receptionist to bring us each a mug. “There you go, she’ll be right in. In the meantime, do you have any questions?”

  Jordan shifted ever so slightly in her seat, crossing her legs and pushing them together in a way that she shouldn’t have been doing in my company. “Will there be a lot of late nights?”

  “No.” Short and sweet. Would I be having late nights? Always. Will Jordan be here for them? Absolutely not.

  Those beautiful eyes widened again, looking surprised. “So, you won’t ever expect me to work overtime?”

  “I didn’t say never.” Realistically, there would be some late-ish nights. “But mostly, I won’t you need you to stay late.”

  She leaned forward in her seat, a gleam entering her eyes that definitely didn’t belong there when she was looking at her boss. And her best friend’s dad. Fuck. “I’m available to stay late whenever you need me to.”

  I gave her a long look, trying to ascertain how to best answer her. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but I also didn’t want to fuel… that look. There was only so much my self-control could take, legendary as it was.

  “Thank you, Jordan. I appreciate your dedication to your job, but I don’t expect you to stay after hours unless absolutely necessary. Now, shall we discuss what I do expect of you?”

  Jordan nodded, pulling a notepad from her bag and tapping a pencil on it as she made brief notes for the short time that we had for the meeting. When I was done explaining things to her, I showed her to her desk and left her to settle in.

  I didn’t see Jordan again that day. By the time I got back to my office after I was done with my meetings, the sun was setting beyond the expansive windows, and her desk was empty.

  Thank god for small mercies. My morning with Jordan and my afternoon spent dealing with bullshit had left me feeling frustrated and ready to take said frustrations out with a good ol’ fuck. The rough kind. The throw down and get right to it kind.

  I thumbed through the contacts in my phone book, but no one appealed to me. Jordan’s perky tits were still too fresh in my mind, and the mental image of her sucking me off had been teasing me all damn day.

  “Fuck,” I muttered to my empty office. Then I grabbed my keys and decided to get the hell out of there for the night, too.

  While the I-5 often resembled a parking lot at peak times, I managed to miss the rush thanks to the fact that I’d gone back to the office after my last meeting. Easily navigating the flowing traffic in my silver Land Rover, my car of choice when I was driving myself, I made it to my waterfront home in Laurelhurst fifteen minutes later.

  The short drive had been consumed with highly inappropriate thoughts of Jordan, mounting my frustration to the breaking point. Not even blasting music on my sunken speakers once I got home or changing into shorts and going a few rounds with the punching bag that I had hanging in the gym worked it out.

  Lust was pumping through my body. My mind was stuck on sex. Giving up on the workout, I padded to the rain shower that was installed in the gym, stripped down, and doused myself in freezing water.

  It didn’t do anything to relieve my relentless need. I was rock fucking hard, even as goosebumps spread on my shoulders and arms. There was no use in fighting it.

  Just once, I promised myself. Then it would be over. Jordan would be out of my system, and that would be that.

  I took my throbbing length in hand and closed my eyes, Jordan’s sinfully sexy body already vivid in my mind. I imagined tugging her to me earlier, unbuttoning that virginal white blouse and unzipping the black skirt to reveal the garters I was sure she’d been wearing.

  Groaning loudly at the mental image, I stroked harder. The image switched to one where she was straddling me, that tight little cunt milking me dry with her blue eyes staring into mine, hazy with desire.

  I didn’t last long after that. Tension tingled at the base of my spine, my balls tightened, and soon, my knees were buckling as rope after rope of thick come hit my chest and stomach before the water washed away the evidence of my release and commanded it down the drain.

  As I stood catching my breath, feeling equal parts guilty and aroused by the mental images I’d conjured up, I knew only one thing for sure. I was going to have to watch myself with this fucking girl.

  Chapter Two

  JORDAN

  “Hey Jordan,” Brad’s deep voice said from behind me at my desk. “A few of us are going out for drinks tonight. Would you like to join us?”

  I would follow that voice to the depths of
Hades, if I was asked to do it. Spinning around in my chair, I turned to face him. The subject of so many of my fantasies smirked down at me.

  “Sure, what time?”

  “Twenty minutes or so,” he said. “We’re going to Andy’s right down the street.”

  “Oh. Andy’s. Of course. I’ll see you there soon.” I hated that I always sounded so nervous around him, but I couldn’t help it.

  I’d always had a bit of a thing for older guys. The only guy I’d ever dated that was my own age blew up my college experience when I found out that he was cheating on me. So, I was convinced older men were the way to go.

  Too bad the only one I’d ever found truly intriguing and attractive was my best friend’s dad. But I couldn’t help it. Brad was hot.

  Like hot, hot. Like Patrick Dempsey before his hair started going gray, and if his eyes had been a burning forest green, instead of those famous blues.

  Brad Woods was that. He was the better, more intense, more real version of Patrick Dempsey to me. In other words, he was fucking hot, and I’d had a crush on him since the first time I’d met him.

  To make things even more difficult, he wasn’t only hot. He was fun, smart, honest, and caring, with a little bit of bad boy—okay, man, at this stage—thrown in. He was kind, but tough, and he didn’t take shit from anyone ever.

  At night, really, really late when I was brutally honest with myself in the cover of darkness, he was everything that I wanted in a man. Complete with the rugged dimples in his cheeks, the intense possessiveness, and the raw sexuality that he radiated.

  He could be sweet and gentle, fiercely protective, but easy and quick with a laugh. Brad was the complete package, all right.

  But he was also my best friend’s dad, which made my crush on him all kinds of fucked up. I knew that. And yet, Nicole herself had dated a man years older than him, so I couldn’t quite convince myself that it was totally wrong.

  I finished up my work, powered down my computer, and gathered my things when I was done. My heels clicked on the marble flooring as I crossed the nearly empty office, and a dull electronic ding sounded to signal that the elevator car had arrived.