Desire

CHAPTER FIVE

Adelaide

Mr Gilmore is standing in front of me.  Big, tall in a black and white suit. He keeps his eyes on mine, staring at me. He leaned in and kissed my lips passionately lifting me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around the waist.

I run my fingers through his hair as he leaves kisses all over my neck. I feel teeth at my neck and he bit down on marking me. A moan fell from my lips. He shushes me trying to keep me quiet. This is so fucking wrong but it feel so fucking good.

Then, my eyes opened. I was felt hot and bothered. All I could feel was the puddle between my legs. I just had a sex dream about my best friends dad. I threw my bed sheets off a little annoyed.

Today is moving day that will be the greatest distraction. My parents knock on the door. "Adelaide the movers are here and Ella's here and Mr Gilmore."

Mr Gilmore. That name rings in my ears. Shit.
"Coming," I yelled.

I made sure to take a shower to get the smell of sex off of my body. I got ready in a tee shirt and some shorts putting my curly hair in a bun. I walked down the stairs and I was met with Ella, Mr Gilmore.

I met his eyes first. My cheek turned red remember that I just had a sex dream about him. I turned away and took Ella in an embrace.

"We're here to help!" Ella shrieked running upstairs to my room the movers following behind her. I followed behind her and entered my room. Mr Gilmore follows behind me. I felt his eyes on my back. I smirked.

.We walked into my room. There was boxes everywhere in my room. Ella already had a boxes in her hand directing the movers. She took charge without me even having to tell her. Everyone had a box in their hands but Mr Gilmore and I. Were alone in the room.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"You don't have to help Mr Gilmore. We have the movers and Ella. I think we're pretty much all set up. " I said. Mostly, because I can't stand to be in the same room as him and not want to kiss his lips.

He's older, old enough to be my dad and yet it doesn't stop me from wanting him. Maybe it's just because I can't have him is the reason why I want him. Maybe if I have just one taste then it will go away.

"Are you trying to get rid of me Adelaide?" he asked softly, teasing me. He walks towards me standing in front of me. I swallowed. My heart drops to my stomach.

"No" I replied in a soft whisper. He raises his hand and cups my cheek in his hand staring deeply in my eyes.

"What are you doing Mr Gilmore? Are you about to kiss me?" I asked, moving my eyes from his eyes down to his lips and up to his eyes.

"Adelaide," Someone says from behind us and we jump away from each other. Ella walks into the room completely oblivious.  She walks to me and grabs my hand and drags me towards the exit.

"You guys can say your goodbyes when we get there."

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We're outside and Ella is talking to the movers. Everything is already packed. Mr Gilmore walked out a few minutes later. He was having a conversation with my parents. He convinced them to let him drive me to my new house. Instead of me going by myself. Well with just Ella.

I'm driving with Mr Gilmore. He's in the drivers seat and I'm in the passenger seat. I look towards him and stared at him taking him in.

His hair is black, it looks shiny. Even know he's in his 40's he still looks really young. But today he's wearing regular jeans and a black tee shirt. He looks so regular and I never seen him like this.

"Adelaide, are you staring at me?" He asked. I immediately looked away looking out the window.

"No," I replied coldly.

His hands rest on inner thighs and I snap my eyes towards his. He caresses my thigh. I slapped his hand off my thigh.

"This can't happen Mr Gilmore. She's my best friend. As much as I want you, I can't" I breathed.

He nods.

Fuck it.

"Pull over," I yelled. He turned to look at me. A panicked look on his face. He pull over and turns the car off.

"What's up Adelaide?" He asked worried. I jumped over the seat and sat straddling him. He smelled so fucking good.

"Adelaide" he groans. I could feel his cock hard as rock against his pants. God it makes me so fucking horny. I could tell he was fighting it. Until he took my lips in his, passionately kissing me.

"Tell me to stop," he ask knowing I won't ask him too because I want it just as much as he does.

He holds my face like he's trying to pull me in closer, like he can't get enough. He grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled it so my face was looking up at the ceiling. "Mr Gilmore," I breathed.

He pressed kisses and sucked my neck. I could tell he was trying to leave marks on my skin the way he did it so aggressively. Like to mark that I was his.

He stopped letting go of my hair and I meet his eye. I smiled down at him as he stared up at me. I could tell something was on his mind. "Do you like him?" He asked. I knew he was talking about Asher. I could see it in the way his jaws ticked even at the thought of him.

"I want you," I said knowing that I couldn't be with him even if I wanted to. We both knew it.

He smiled. I leaned in and took his lips again not wanting to be away from him for even a second more. His hands squeezed my ass. I pulled away to remove his shirt from his body. I stared at his chest full of tats.

I ran my fingers through his tattoo on his chest.  He shivers underneath my touch like an electric bolt to his body. He takes my lips into his like he couldn't wait.

"This is so wrong" I said between kisses. I knew he knew it too but we were both lost on the lust in of it.

"Adelaide," he breathed. He lifted my shirt over my head revealing my tits. He stared at them like they were the best piece of art he ever seen.

I was starting to puddle in my pants. I reached down to grab his blunge in his pants. He grabs my wrist. "If you do that we're never going to leave this car," he says.

I smirked in challenge trying to get away from his grip. "Behave Adelaide," he demanded.

Finally, I pulled away from him finally coming to my senses. I needed to stop this before we crossed the line of no return. But I think it's too late.

I jump off of Carter into the passenger seat grabbing my shirt. What the fuck did I just do?
I turned towards the window feeling like fucking shit. What the fuck am I doing?

"Adelaide?" he calls softly next to me like he's checking if I'm alright.

"What are we doing?" I asked turning toward him. His face turns into frowns. He takes my hand and I let him.

"I have no idea," he states kissing the palm of my hand. That's so clear. Why can't I stay away from him? Why can't I stop myself from wanting him?

It's like he's so deep in my brain like a fucking drug. Wanting him is so bad but I crave him with my whole being.

I know he probably thinks I want him because I'm trying to leave out my wildest fantasy but that could be farther from the truth.

I have been with this burning feeling in my stomach since I started college. I knew it could never be and yet I hoped it would.

The stolen looks between us, the way he would bite his lips hard when I was in the backyard in my bathing suit. The way he always supported my dreams. He was my dream man.

Yet, I couldn't have him.