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I didn’t check my phone to see if Jake had responded because I was way too anxious. Time seemed to fly and by the end of the day, I couldn’t even escape to say that I wanted to go somewhere first; dad dragged me home so I could change for the dinner.
I texted Jake again hoping he would respond but my message delivered and I didn’t get any response. I figured he was busy and decided to focus on the task in front of me which was dinner with my father.
I didn’t want to do too much so I just settled for a simple black sleeveless body con dress. It was floor length with a slit that runs up my thigh (I’m not sure if I own any dress that doesn’t have a slit) and the back was bare with some criss cross patterns.
When I was done with my makeup and hair, I went down the stairs to where father was standing in his own suit and tie. He held out his hand to me like a true gentleman and helped me down the last flight of stairs.
“You look beautiful Hayley,” he said and I couldn’t help my smile, “I can’t believe you’ve grown up so much.”
“I have been grown up for years dad.”
“It doesn’t matter, you’re still my little girl.”
“Don’t get all emotional on me now.” I warned and he quickly nodded but I saw him dab at the corner of his eyes with a handkerchief.
The drive was silent for the most part. Dad was focusing on the road while I checked my phone to see if Jake had responded- he hadn’t. I wondered if my dad’s presence had gotten him to rethink everything. What if he decides to call this off? Whatever this is because at this point, I’m not exactly sure.
Dad drove us to a restaurant downtown. I’ve never been but I’ve heard great reviews. We were ushered to our seats and I couldn’t help but admire the interior. It was simple but classy with glass chandeliers and soft classical music floating through the air. We were ushered to a table close to the garden and I couldn’t help but admire the view.
I ordered a simple pasta while dad ordered a steak. They were pouring our wine when I noticed someone walk through the doors.
“Is that Jake?” the words left my mouth before I could stop them and dad turned to make sure I was seeing right.
“It is him,” dad said after a beat. “I know this is meant to be just us but maybe we could invite him to sit with us. He’s always having dinner alone.”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. I didn’t want to risk speaking and sound overexcited about anything. Dad spoke to the waiters and Jake was brought over to our table. The table could sit four on a good day so it wasn’t that much of a discomfort except for the fact that Jake kept his legs pressed against mine.
Our food came not long after that and I tried to ignore Jake’s constant presence and listen to my dad talking about his trip. I was doing so well until I felt Jake’s hand settle on my bare thigh. I choked on my food and dad turned to me alarmed.
“I’m fine,” I assured him, “You were saying something about the meeting.”
Jake didn’t move his hand but he kept rubbing small circles on the side of my knee that had me struggling to keep a clear head and focus on what my father was saying. I could feel the wetness seeping out of me and although I tried to ignore it, his presence threatened to overwhelm me.
When his hand slid a little higher, I stood to my feet abruptly. Both men turned to me in shock and all I could do was clear my throat. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Before anyone could ask any questions, I turned on my heels and made my way to the bathroom as quickly as possible. I shut the door behind me and placed my hands on the sink to steady myself. I let out a heavy breath trying and failing to keep my breathing even.
I had just managed to calm down when the door opened and I saw Jake walk in. He locked the door behind me and before I could ask what he wanted, he had me pinned between him and the marble sink and he kissed me.
His lips moved frantically against mine as if he could not bear to be anywhere else but with me in that moment. His hands ran over my body only for one to settle on my exposed thigh and he let out a groan that sounded like a cross between desire and pain.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he mumbled against my lips as he pulled back. “What are you doing to me?”
“We have to be careful now that-” I was cut off by Jake biting down on my neck. “Jake, please, you have to listen to me.”
“I’m listening,” he mused as he ran his free hand up my slit and towards my core. He hissed when he realized I was not wearing any panties. “I know we have to be careful but what did you expect when you sat right next to me taunting me like this.”
He slipped one finger into me and I bowed my head in pleasure. I bit down on my lip to prevent from moaning out loud. The cold edge of the sink was digging into my lower back but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Jake took his time pumping his finger into me slowly. It was like his aim wasn’t to get me to an orgasm but rather to drive me to the brink of insanity. I clutched the edge of the sink like my life depended on it and I tried to ride his fingers but his other hand was at my hips making sure to control the pace.
“Jake, please,” I begged unable to take the torture any longer.
He pulled his fingers out of me and I let out a groan of disappointment. I wanted to punch him when I saw the smirk on his face and he slowly brought his finger to his lips and licked it clean. The action had my thighs clenching and he smirked.
“If you’re a good girl then maybe I’ll finish you off later.”
“Later?” I asked but he didn’t respond and walked right out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened.
It took me almost ten minutes to calm myself down and make myself presentable. By the time I made my way back to the table, my father looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. I sat down next to Jake and he didn’t even look up at me or pay me any heed. No one would suspect that a few minutes ago, he had his fingers deep inside me.
“I was worried about you,” father said. “I was about to send the staff to go looking for you.”
“It was only a few minutes, dad,” I said in an attempt to diffuse the situation and slightly annoyed that he was being overprotective. “No one is going to hurt me in the bathroom.”
He didn’t say anything but a look flashed across his face and for the first time in my life, I realized that there was something my father was hiding from me. I was about to ask when I felt Jake nudge me. He shook his head softly as if discouraging me from it and I shot him a narrowed look.
He didn’t say anything else but his warning was clear and I figured that if Jake was telling me not to do it then there must have been a good enough reason why so I stayed silent.
The rest of the dinner went by as well as it could have gone. Father tried to fill the air with talk about what he did during his trip but all I could think about was how Jake planned to ‘reward me’ later. Was he going to come over and spend the night? He had done that a few times but it would be different this time because we were- fucking?
I was so swarmed with thoughts the entire night that I didn’t even remember the car ride home. It wasn’t until my dad nudged me that I realized that we had already arrived in front of the house. I flashed him a small smile and got out of the car.
“I think I’ll stay for a drink,” Jake said suddenly to my dad and I saw my dad grin from ear to ear.
As they walked past me, Jake winked at me and mouthed ‘be good’. Somehow, that only made me want to be naughty so I quietly made my way into my room. I changed out of my dress and cleaned every trace of makeup off my face. Once I was done, I took a long shower and put on one of the filthiest nightgowns I had.
I had bought it a few months ago but never had the opportunity to use it. It was completely see through and it barely covered my ass. It was black and it was tied in front with a bow. I made sure not to wear any underwear and I covered it up with one of my more decent black cover-ups.
I made my way out of the room and into the lounge where I knew father and Jake were. They were talking when I walked in and they fell silent but I paid no heed to them. I walked around them and placed a kiss on my dad’s head. He smiled warmly and I could tell that he was already getting buzzed. I would give it five to fifteen minutes before he finally called it a night.
I walked over to the bar and poured myself a drink. They were drinking whiskey and although I hated it, I figured I could make do with it for the time being. I made my way over to them and topped up my dad’s glass so it wouldn’t look suspicious and when I made my way over to Jake, I made sure to let the shoulder of my cover up slide down so he could get a glimpse of what I was wearing underneath.
His hands fisted his glass tightly and I saw him swallow. I maintained eye contact as I poured his drink for him and quickly righted the shoulder of my outfit. I could feel the smoldering heat from his gaze but I knew he wouldn’t make a move to touch me.
I sat opposite him and made sure to spread my legs ever so slightly so he could see that I was wearing nothing under. His nostrils flared and he drank the contents of the glass in one go. His eyes promised punishment but I was having too much fun to care.
My dad didn’t notice the silent struggle going on between us and although it felt absolutely wrong to be doing it in front of him, there was also something erotic about it that had my thighs getting slicker. Jake and I barely drank but my dad didn’t notice because he was already buzzed.
Once I had successfully gotten Jake worked up to the point that the vein at his temple looked like it was going to burst, I stood to my feet. I made a show of yawning and stretching which caught the attention of both men.
“I think I am going to call it a night,” I said as I made my way over to the bar.
It was behind my father so he couldn’t see me and I made a show of bending over so that my cover up rose over my ass and I heard Jake take in a sharp breath. Once I knew I had succeeded I walked towards the door.
“Goodnight dad,” I said then turned to Jake. “Goodnight, Jake.”