Page 19 of Twins with Daddy’s Bestie

She moans as I kiss her, and my fingers slide through her hair as I savor how silky it feels against my skin. She reaches for my neck to pull me closer. The blood rushes from my brain to my groin, and I could take her right now on my desk without thinking twice.

I reach between her thighs and slowly begin moving toward her pussy. I've been starved of her since she left my house on Saturday, and all I want in the world is to hear her moan. I don't care that we're in the office or that anybody could walk in and see us together. When I'm with her, nothing else matters.

I rub the outside of her jeans, and she gasps as I tease her, pulling her mouth from me to look down at my hand. Her cheeks are pink, and she bites her lip while I kiss her neck. “Oh, Drake,” she whispers, spreading her legs a little wider.

I pull my hand away and slide it up to unbutton her jeans as my mouth finds hers again. Every sweep of my tongue in her mouth makes me want her more, and I can tell she wants this, too.

The button on her jeans pops open, and I lower my hand inside them to massage her clit. Before I can touch her, Olivia's hands press against my chest, and she pushes me back. She bites her lip again, trying to collect herself. “We can't do this.”

“Nobody has to know,” I say, grabbing her wrists to push them away from my chest so we can get close again. “No one will suspect anything. If Leonard finds out, I'll talk to him. I'll make sure it's okay.”

She shakes her head and reluctantly stands to walk away. “You might be able to ignore the guilt, but I can't. He's my father. I can't lie to him the way I have. It’s not any better that I'm one of your employees.”

“None of that matters,” I say, standing up to dissuade her from leaving.

“It matters to me,” Olivia says defiantly, straightening her spine as she looks me in the eye. “I just need time to think. I mean it when I say we can't let this happen again.”

Before I can say anything to stop her, she storms out of my office and leaves without looking back.

11

Olivia

I should have known better than to think Drake wouldn’t have anything to say about it. But I wasn't expecting him to kiss me or touch me like that again, either.

My mind is scrambled when I walk through the front door to my house and plop onto the couch. I barely register Callie's keys on the hook by the door or the fact that she’s standing in the kitchen making macaroni and cheese. I don't have the energy to hide my feelings right now, either.

She walks around the counter with a pot in her hand, eating macaroni with a wooden spoon. She looks at me with raised eyebrows, takes a seat, and offers me the spoon. I shake my head and close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose with my fingers.

“What's wrong?” Callie asks, turning off the TV.

I contemplate lying. I could tell her it was a long day at the office and make up a story about how I screwed up an order for someone on the marketing team. I don't have the energy to lie anymore, though. The guilt I have is eating away at me and if I don't release it, I’m going to go crazy.

“Where do I begin?” I sit up straight and cross my arms.

“Would tequila help loosen your tongue?” Callie asks, cocking an eyebrow mischievously.

“Not on an empty stomach,” I say as I take the macaroni pot from her. She jumps off the couch and rushes into the kitchen to grab a bottle of tequila from the fridge, some orange juice, and a couple of glasses.

“How bad are we talking? One shot or two?” She holds the bottle over a glass tumbler and waits for my answer.

“Three isn't an option?” She shakes her head and raises her eyebrows as she pours me a triple shot with a splash of orange juice. I take my first sip and wince at the taste, but it only burns for a minute.

“Now, if you would please do me the honor of telling me whatever is plaguing your pretty little mind,” Callie says as she downs her glass and pours herself another shot.

“The short version of the story is that I slept with my boss,” I say before taking another painful sip of my shot. Callie stares at me with her mouth hanging open, shocked by my words.

“Okay, I'm going to need the long version now.”

I take a deep breath and swallow more of my drink before elaborating on everything that's happened the past week, ending with how I made breakfast for Drake after losing my virginity to him the night before. When I'm finished, Callie can't wipe the smile off her face.

“I can't believe this. I've been trying to set you up with people for so long, and you've always turned me down. And you … slept with your boss the first chance you got?” She laughs incredulously and stands, pacing around the room. “Who are you, Olivia Porter? I mean it. Did my friend get body-snatched? This is insane.”

“I wish it were that simple,” I say, finishing my drink while I wait for her to calm down. The alcohol makes my head swim, and I laugh at her reaction.

“Drake Vance?” Callie is still astounded by the news as she rejoins me on the couch. “Honestly, with everything you said, he handled that situation better than I would have given him credit for. I'm surprised he didn't kick you out and call you an Uber as soon as he was done.”

“He was very sweet, believe it or not,” I say, fighting back a smile. Callie shoves my arm playfully, and I try to think about anything else. “He's nothing like I expected him to be. He even told me today that he hasn't been able to stop thinking about me.”