All I want for Christmas

Chapter 10

COLE

Holy shit!

I'm a dead man!

I didn't mean to walk in on Amelia, but I was so mesmerized by her in that gorgeous red dress I couldn't fully function. The dress fitted her perfectly and showed cased all her curves.

Damn, she had some. Holding onto them while I... my mind was running away with me with every desire I have for her.

Her asking me to zip her up was hard; my cock was hard. She wore no bra, as her back was bare. I was careful not to touch her when I zipped her up, and I was struggling to breathe.

The way she looked at me had my cock hardened, but my heart was beating like a running away train. It was beating so hard I thought it would have jumped out of my chest.

That moment was the first time we spoke more than three words to one another.

Unzipping her out of the dress, I couldn't help but skim my fingertip along her bare back as I moved the zip down. I rested it just above the top of her panties, which were black lace.

Fuck, I could have taken her there.

When she turned around slowly and looked at me, I was a goner. I couldn't speak. I needed to get out of there.

I wanted to speak, but I couldn't form a sentence.

What man does that?

I even noticed my stutter and even stopped myself from talking.

I had to leave the way I did.

Once the door was closed, I held onto the door handle for support and closed my eyes.

I heard someone clearing their throat.

I opened my eyes and looked ahead to see Sarah with an amused look on her face.

I quickly moved away from Amelia's door and walked into mine.

"I guess the dress is perfect for her," she muttered with a slight laugh as I stepped into my office.

I had a raging cock, but as I looked up in my office, thinking of releasing myself while thinking about how good Amelia's skin felt under my fingertip. I looked up, and there stood my father with his back to me, looking out my window.

"Dad," I grit out, adjusting my pants around my cock. I moved toward my desk and sat as my father turned around.

His eyes landed on me, and he smiled.

"Cole," he said, as he moved toward the desk and took the chair, "I wanted to apologize about last night."

I stared at him but didn't say anything.

"I didn't mean to..." he said but stopped.

His eyes stared back, but there was something in his eyes.

My father moved from the chair and walked over to me, his eyes went to the back, and I knew what he had seen—my law degree.

I thought he knew, but the way he was acting, he didn't.

"When did you do this?" He asked.

"Two years ago," I said, "I did the final bar exam and came out on top."

I watched my father's face change slightly, but he looked at me, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"I wish you told me," he said, sounding sad.

I watched him scan over some other things behind me, the photos from my childhood and a few with friends.

My father sighed and moved back to the chair. He sat down and sighed.