Knox

"Mum," Emma says with disgust as she turns to Georgina.

Shit.

"What is she doing here baby?" Gina asks as she walks into my office. Her heels leaving a clicking sound on her trail. Gina has a sexy red dress on. It's completely inappropriate to be worn into the office but I'm the fucking boss around here.

"I needed to speak with her," I reply, standing to my feet to hug Gina. I'm actually glad she stopped by. She's the only one I know terrifies Emma. They both have a complicated relationship I don't quite understand.

"Are you done?" Gina questions. Her eyes move to Emma.

"Yes...yes we are."

Emma has a frown on her face with the folder in her arm as she stares at her mother.

"Thank you for the offer, Mr Williams. I can't wait to start and you with anything you need." Emma's eyes are on mine now.

"Anything."

"You this-"

I clear my throat wanting to ease the sudden tension in the room.

"You can leave now," I order Emma and she does just that. Georgina scoffs as the door shuts.

"I don't know what she's up to but I don't like this one bit, Knox."

I let my hand fall down freely to meet Gina's ass and squeeze hard.

"Stop it, Knox," she jokingly says, leaning in to kiss me. Her lips taste sweet. They always do. She breaks it after a few seconds.

"But I'm fucking serious, Knox. I don't trust my daughter around you."

"Babe, you have nothing to worry about. I promise." I graze my finger on her lower lip, staring into her eyes.

She's so fucking beautiful. Lips just as full as Emma's with the same brown eyes.

Her brown hair is flowing down her shoulder. I flip the strands behind her to stare at my skin.

"I trust you baby," Gina smiles, kissing me again. This time, she uses her tongue and I match her strokes.

She drops her purse on my table and grips my shirt with one arm, the other snaking dangerously to my erection. It's the perfect cover.

"Hmmm....hard for me already," Gina purrs.

"Always," I groan as she grips me harder. Fuck.

Gina gently pushes me down to my seat and begins to tug at my belt.

"The....the door," I manage to say in-between ragged breaths as she slips her fingers into my underwear and grips my cock.

"Expecting anyone?"

My cock is out of my underwear now with her lips inches away from the tip. Gina is on her knees with my cock in her face. I want her lips around my head already.

"No," I groan. Her fingers sliding down my balls. Her eyes are glazing with lust when she looks at me.

"Then let it." She smiles and takes the head of my cock in her mouth. I groan a curse as she teases me with her tongue circling my cock.

I yank her hair, pulling her face to me.

"Put that mouth to good use and fucking suck my cock."

"Yes daddy," she purrs.

She grabs my cock with both hands and spits on it. It's so fucking hot. She begins to take me in slowly, her tongue teases the sensitive part of the tip.

"Fuck.....fuck yes."

I dig my heel to the ground, filling her cunty mouth as I lean forward. She takes me whole and I let out a breath.

"Now suck bitch."

Gina begins to move her head as she took my dick in and out of her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. It's so fucking good.

"Lick it like I know you want to."

And she does. Her right hand slips down to my balls and plays with them.

"Fuck."

She makes a sound with my dick still inside her mouth, leaving a sensation racing on my skin.

"I want to fuck your mouth, baby."

She nods still gripping my dick like her life depends on it. I raise my hip higher and begin to thrust into her mouth. Her mouth is tight. And .....and driving me insane.

"I'm fucking you over my table next baby. I'm almost there."

I slam my dick into her mouth some more, feeling the build up in my muscle. She squeezes my balls as she continues to take me in like a good little slut she is.

"I'm coming baby," I grunt. Gina is my nasty slut. All mine. She keeps her mouth on my dick and takes my release. Every drop of it. Her eyes glassy as she looks up at me with a smile.

"Yummy," she says as she swallows my cum. It's the best view in the whole fucking wide world.

"My turn," she says as she stands to her feet and sits to the table. She spreads her thighs wide open with no panties on.

"Fuck," I breathe as I take in the view of her wet pussy.

"Please fuck me, daddy."

I taste her first, sliding my tongue over her clit. Then I proceed to eat her out as I slip two of my fingers into her. Gina's moans are quiet. She holds my head in place in-between her sweet cunt till she shudders against my grip. Her pussy dripping with more wetness.

My dick is hard again.

"Fuck me with your dick, daddy," Gina moans.

She muffles a scream when I slam into her. Her arms are locked underneath mine to hold her in place as I thrust deeper into her cunt. The urgency makes it even wilder as she grips me tighter till my dick is lost in her.

I groan filling her insides with all of me.

"Faster daddy, please fuck me harder."

I increase my pace, thrusting harder into her. She yells a moan, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

But all I see is Emma.

What the fucking hell!

Emma

I hate my mom.

"Seems like everyone is busy having sex," Zach, my lame ass boyfriend says while fucking me. The smile on his face is ridiculous. It makes me hate him even more.

My mother's moans are loud from upstairs. I think she took the room directly beneath mine to torture me with the sounds of the man I want fucking her. It should be me.

But here I am stuck with a man that can't even give me an orgasm.

Zach has been my only boyfriend since highschool.

I wouldn't say I have ever loved him or craved him as much as I crave Knox.

But I accepted him just because he was the only guy that was willing to go out with a nerd. Me.

While the other girls got hot football players, I got braces and awfully nerdy Zach.

"Do you know the woman's body is yet to be fully researched?"

"I don't need to know that while you're inside me, Zach."

"Sorry, I only wanted to–"

"Just fuck me, please. No more talking."

Zach's lips curve downwards in a frown. I stay rigid, only moving in response to his weak thrusts. My mother's moan has gotten louder and it's all I can think of right now. What Knox must be doing to her......

"Earth to Emma!" Zach stops moving. This time I frown.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I don't think either of us is enjoying this. You aren't even here with me," Zach replies.

"I am here," I lie. Zach slides out of me before I even get to enjoy it. Asshole.

"No you're not, Emma."

He searches my eyes clearly worried. Zach has always been the lovey dovey type that pays way too much attention to conversations than knowing how to satisfy me sexually.

It takes one more scream of my mother's to drive me insane.

"I think we should break up."

Zach's eyes grow wide. But he is too stunned to speak. His mid-sized dick grazes my skin and I feel irritated. I bet Knox's has more girth and he surely knows how to use it damn well.

I push Zach off me and stand to my feet, putting my clothes back on. He is clearly a waste of time.

"Why Emma? Did I do something wrong?"

I toss his clothes to him.

"Well for one, you can't fuck. Then two, I never orgasm with you. Now get dressed and leave."

"But Emma we could–" He begins to slide on his pants.

"I'm not changing my mind, Zach. It's over between us."

I slip on my flip flops and begin to walk to the door. I need some space where I can't hear my mother screaming.

"Please leave when you're done." I exit my room and head for the kitchen to take some water. It takes a few more minutes to hear the front door. I sigh, gulping down some water.

"What are you doing down here this late?" A voice makes me jump in the dark. The glass slips out of my hand and breaks into pieces of the floor. Dammit.

The lights come on and Knox is standing by the switch. He walks over to me and whispers a curse when he sees the mess I made.

"I'm sorry I frightened you."

He moves those sexy grey eyes to me. They are full of concern.

"Are you okay?"

His chest is bare. He's an inked glory of muscles and perfection.

"Yes...yes I am," I mutter.

My eyes move to his crotch. Holy fuck!

Knox is standing next to me clad in only briefs. His bulge perfectly lined in it. It's huge. And thick ...fuck.

"Let me help you," he says, moving to get the broom.

I stare at his behind more intensely than I should. My morals are locked somewhere at the back of my head. And I have no intentions to be a good girl tonight.

Knox begins to sweep the pieces of glass and I reach out to take the broom from him.

"Let me help you with it." He doesn't release the handle at first but finally lets go when he sees I don't either.

He takes a step back and I follow him, turning my back to him. My ass slightly grazes his crotch and I feel an electric jolt skittering my body when it does.

Knox apologizes and takes a step back. I know he felt the same jolt with the look in his eyes.

"I...I should leave you to it then," Knox says and turns to the door.

No. I can't let him leave. The slight touch has my panties wet already.

Think fast Emma. Think.

"Ouch,'' I whimper. I make a groaning sound and fake a leap. It catches Knox's attention.

"I think I stepped on a glass. My toe hurts...Ouchhh," I lie as I try to move again. Knox turns back to me. Yes.

"How did that happen?" he rushes to take a look at my toe.

"I have no idea," I fake a sob. Maybe I should have considered an acting career rather than major in marketing. I almost laugh at how concerned he looks.

"Which toe Emma?"

"The big toe, Knox." I entertain myself with the sight of his crotch. I want to fist his length and have a feel of it for myself. It's so tempting.

"I can't see any hurt," he replies.

I move an inch closer to him.

"Are you sure?" I moan, placing an arm on his shoulder. They are sturdier than Zach's. All muscles and ink. I move an inch closer till my nipples graze his chest.

"What are you doing Emma?" I slide my fingers down his shoulder, slowly tracing a tattoo down to his chest.

"Nothing. Can't find the cut still?" I slide my fingers down. And further, only inches away from the band of his briefs before he grips my wrist to stop me.

"I'm your stepfather, Emma." I bore my eyes into his. Our lips dangerously close as I flicker my gaze between his sexy eyes and even hotter lips.

"But not my father," I whisper, biting a bit of my lip.

"What do you want?" I force my arm free out of his grip and satisfy my longing need to touch him. He lets me feel his dick through his briefs and I've never gotten any wetter just from a contact.

It's veiny. And huge..fucking huge. I almost moan at the thoughts of the things he'll do to me with it.

"Kiss me," I whisper after a moment of silence. But I don't wait for him to move before I lean forward to taste his lips. My hands still on his beautiful cock.

"Emma, I forgot..."

I recognize that voice. Shit.

Knox

I shift in my leather chair, trying to focus on Cynthia's presentation slides projected on the conference room wall.

But I'm barely in the room with them. My head is muddled with thoughts of last night. The feel of my stepdaughter's hand on my dick.

"Our demographic analysis shows a 34% uptick in engagement when we target the 25-to-40 age bracket," Cynthia says, her pointer dancing across colorful charts.

I'm completely lost when she goes on to the next slide.

I was stupid for letting Emma touch me. And we almost got caught. Not like we did anything. But it didn't look that way when Zach, her boyfriend walked in. I should have walked away when I had the chance. It can't-

"Mr Williams? What do you think about the budget allocation?" Cynthia's voice cut through my thoughts.

I blink, realizing she is looking at me expectantly, just like the others. Dammit. "The budget, yes. It seems..comprehensive."

Cynthia lifts her eyebrows slightly. She has been my campaign lead for three years now and it's obvious in her eyes that she knows I'm distracted.

"I haven't mentioned specific numbers yet, sir."

Heat creeps up my neck. Emma's ruining everything.

"Right. Please, continue with the breakdown."

I force myself to sit straighter. This is my company. My reputation on the line and I need to think of a way to deal with Emma later. But my mind betrays me.

I have images from last night resurfacing in my head too many times. How my dick jerked in need when he gripped me. I haven't felt that way with Gina. And I know it's fucked up. I shouldn't be....I shouldn't have.

"Mr Williams, you're not looking at the projections," Cynthia says, her tone edging toward frustration.

I grab my bottle of water and drag my attention back to the screen as I take down a gulp.

"I'm sorry, Cynthia. I didn't sleep well last night. Can you run through the timeline again?"

She sighed, but her expression softened. "We can reschedule this meeting-"

"No, no. I'm fine. Really." I rub my temples, trying to push away the thoughts away.

"The timeline?"

"Phase one launches in two weeks, assuming we get Sanderson's approval by Friday. Phase two begins the following month, and we'll want to assess performance metrics before moving into phase three." Cynthia's pointer traces the calendar on screen.

"The entire campaign runs through the fiscal quarter, with options to extend based on results."

My phone buzzes against the conference table, causing a distraction. I glance at the screen and stare at the message for a few seconds blank.

Why is my ex-wife contacting me?

I haven't seen or heard from her in almost two years. Not since our divorce had been finalized in a flurry of lawyers and bitter accusations.

"Sorry, please continue," I say to Cynthia. Before she gets the chance to speak, the door to the conference room opens. What the hell is happening today!

My secretary, Patricia, pokes her head inside. Her eyes look worried.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt," Patricia says, her voice tight. "But there's someone here to see you, sir." Her eyes are on me. I know I'm not scheduled to meet anyone for the next hour.

"She says it's urgent."

"She?"

I frown as I stand to my feet. I hate distractions in my meetings.

"Who is it?"

Patricia is hesitant for a moment. She glances at Cynthia, then back at me, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"Mrs Lewinsky," she finally says.

I feel the blood drain from my face. Monica is here. My ex-wife.

What could possibly bring her here now? My gut tells me something isn't right.

"Where is she?"