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"Joel killed 19 people." ok?? Am I supposed to care?? God forbid a man has hobbies 🙄

[maari4luiza]

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The F*ck-It List | part 4 | # Nine

rating: 18+ (if you're a minor, please don't interact with this story. Seriously.)

chapter: 9.8k

tags: DBF!Joel , Smut , Romance , Angst , Comedy, Mutual Pining, dirty talk, and more Smut.

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Once upon a time there was a princess with a queen for a mother and a king for a father. And the king and queen were so happy to have the princess. They showered her with love and quality time and the kingdom was perfect. 

Then came the little prince and the kingdom was even happier. Now the King and Queen showered both the prince and princess with affection and love. .

But the Queen had something within her. Something dark that was hidden from eyes of many in the kingdom. Something that made her weary and lifeless, something that made the king cry. 

So he shielded the little prince and princess the best he could. But the princess was older, and despite her father's protection she saw the way the Queen struggled. 

The Queen grew sicker and sicker until one day she called the princess to her chambers. 

"I won't be here much longer. But I need to tell you that I love you," the Queen insisted, cupping the princess's face in her hands. "Everything is gonna be okay." 

But the next day the sun rose and the Queen was gone. And despite her promise, the kingdom was never okay again. 

And neither was the princess. 

///

You call in sick the day after the phone sex debacle. There's no way you can look Joel in the face today.  Because instead of telling Joel exactly what happened after he came, you just told him to have a goodnight and hung up the phone. But what could you have said that wasn't awkward?

“Sorry Joel, I would have loved to continue but my father walked in just as you were busting a nut.”

You ignore Jacobs’s frequent texts demanding to know how it went, choosing to spend the day eating cereal and watching television instead. Your dad comes home around seven, surprised by the dinner you prepared. Chicken and broccoli casserole like your mom taught you to make. 

"Glad to see you're feeling better," he says planting a kiss to your forehead. "You made dinner?"

"Figured I might as well," you say. "How did Tess' first day go?"

Your dad goes to grab a beer from the fridge, taking to you over his shoulder. 

"She's gonna be great for the company, I just know it,” your dad says with a self satisfied grin as he reaches inside the fridge. "She's a quick learner but not overbearing. Almost everyone likes her.”

“Almost?” you ask, scooping some of the casserole onto a plate and holding it in his direction. 

"Joel still isn't happy about hiring her," your dad continues shaking his head. "I don't know what's gotten into him lately."

At the mention of Joel's name your hand wobbles, almost dropping your dad's plate. He grabs it before eyeing you. 

"You sure you're okay honey? You look a little nauseous."

///

Joel paces around his office late into the night. You didn't show up for work today. He did something wrong. 

For about the millionth time that day he wonders what happened. It sounded like everything was going well and he could hear you were getting closer and closer to coming. 

And then poof, he came and then your voice was weird and tight and wishing him a goodnight. 

He'd considered calling you but assumed it was better to talk to you in person today. Then you hadn't showed up and that caused him to spiral. A knock comes to his door and he stops pacing, standing by his bookshelf. 

"Come in."

He holds in a groan when he sees its Tess. Clearly she's been burning the midnight oil as well tonight. 

"I thought I heard someone in here," she says warmly. "You're here late."

"I'm the boss," Joel replies evenly. "S'what happens. I'm sure you know that given who your father is."

The derision and disdain is clear in his tone and Tess flinches back at the sound of it before schooling her features. 

"Hey I get if you don't like my father, lots of people don't like him," she tells Joel solemnly. "But I'm nothing like him. I work hard, I respect my colleagues."

"I'm sure you do."

"But you don't want me here," she offers, palms aloft. "My entire interview I don't think you said more than two words to me."

"Didn't need to," Joel says thinking back to how excited your dad was during that interview, barely letting anyone get a word in edgewise. 

"You know why I wanted to work here, Joel?" Tess asks him, arms loosely folded in front of her. 

"Shittier pay? Worse benefits?"

Tess gives an amused smirk his way. 

"I wanted to work here because this firm has a great reputation. You're innovative and inclusive and you give a shit about the environment." She tenses slightly. "Is it so insane to think that I might feel the same way?"

"Not when I look at where you used to work."

"Used to," she emphasizes, "I used to work there. I wanted to come here not just to prove myself to my father and the board. I came here because I want to make a difference." 

Joel doesn't know how to reply to that, so he doesn't bother. He just looks at the ground between them, his shoulders still stiff, his face still impassive. 

"Anyway. I hope you have a good night," Tess says stepping out of his office, her hand on the knob. "I hope one day we can be friends." 

Joel watches her leave, a niggle of something he can't quite place burrowing in his belly. 

///

You drive into work the next day with a look of determination. One that falters when you see that Jacob is there in the parking lot with two coffees, one of which he hands to you with a smirk as you exit. 

"There's no way you're not telling me how it went," he says in a hush as you pass a group of giggling teens on the sidewalk.

"No way."

"Did you wear what we bought? Did he see?"

"Jacob-"

"Oh no. Did you use the voice?"

"Jacob!"

The two of you enter the elevator and Jacob hides a giggle behind his coffee cup. A group of the interns load in after you both, a pretty redhead sending a flirtatious look towards your friend. 

"Hi Jacob," she says with a coo over the din of voices. "Missed you at drinks last night."

You glance over to see Jacob takes his time scanning her body, eyes lingering along her collar before flitting to her eyes. 

"Sybonne, you know I don't get drinks with interns," Jacob replies, his low voice honeyed.

Some of the other interns glance between them before grinning at one another. Jacob is the office hunk. He's gorgeous, he's smooth, he's never disrespectful to anyone and he never mixes with the interns. 

"I'm gonna get you to change your mind one day," Sybonne says with a slanted grin aimed at the man next to her. "I'll just get Patrick here to carry you out of your office." 

Her tall friend with large biceps under his blazer smirks beside her. 

"He can try," Jacob says sweetly and the elevator stops at their floor. 

You hide a smile at the blatant flirting going on. How does he do it? He's not even straight! 

"Bye Jakey," Sybonne says with a flirtatious wink that Jacob returns. 

When the doors close after the group, leaving you two alone, you turn an incredulous eye on him. 

"You are frighteningly good at that."

///

Joel is replying to emails in his office when he hears your footsteps outside his door. He holds his breath, listening as you settle into your chair and begin with the days schedule. 

Joel feels his stomach tensing, frustrated that even after everything he feels insecure about what happened the other night. 

What if she thinks I'm a dirty old man? 

His fingers curl into loose fists as he considers this. 

Nah. She has a list and I'm just helping her check things off. She agreed to it, and consented to it. She's a grown adult woman and she can make her own choices. 

He works away the next hour, distracted when he hears you answering the phone or humming to yourself. 

He thinks about the photo of you on his phone. The one he told himself he couldn't look at after your phone call. The one he put into a secret folder in his phone anyway. He hasn't looked at it since that evening, convinced that outside that shared experience he shouldn't. 

But it's like it's burned into the inside of his brain. The straps and lace and your sweet fucking body just laying there, teasing and inviting.  

Then before he can stop it he's picturing you at your desk wearing it under your modest clothing right this second. Curving over your chair to answer the phone, ass curved by the delicate lace of your skimpy panties, breasts spilling out of the bra, nipples straining through the fabric. 

The image hits him below the belt so hard that his cock immediately swells to life in his slacks. His eyes go between his thighs, mortified at the thought of sporting an erection at work. 

What if someone walks in? Fuck what if you walk in? Wait, why does the thought of you walking in both terrify and excite him? 

Simple. He wants to see you come. He wants to see you taking him as he feeds himself into you. He wants you bouncing on his lap in this very chair right this second while everyone works outside. 

Fuck fuck fuck. His mind is hazy with arousal and he needs to calm down. 

Joel feels himself tense up, his shoulders at his ears as he distracts his mind with bid offers and blueprints he needs to sign off on. He hears you answer a phone call outside his door, holding his breath to better hear the melodious tone of your voice. 

I’m fuckin’ losing it.

///

“Yes ma’am,” you reply to the woman on the other end of the line. “I’ll see that he gets the message.”

You hang up and jot down the woman’s name and time she called before sticking it into an email and sending it off to your Dad.

The clock in the main office ticks by at what feels like a glacial pace. Your gaze drifts around the quieting office. Maybe you should get a coffee. Nah, you’ve already had two and you don’t need to be any more amped up than you already are.

You know Joel is in his office, you can see light spilling under the door. You've been on edge all morning anxiously waiting for him to exit. You can't stop hearing the sound of his deep voice all husky, whispering baby in your ear.  

You almost think you can hear it now, low and raspy and murmuring your name. You're wet thinking about it, you feel it when you cross your legs.You stare off into the distance, chin on your palm and sighing. 

"Are you listenin'?"

You jerk in your seat, eyes wide as you glance over your shoulder. Joel stands at the doorframe of his office, one arm raised as he balances against it. Oh, he was saying your name, you weren’t imagining it.

"Oh, hi," you sputter. "What's up?"

"Can you come in here quick?"

"Yes, sir."

You stand, making your way into his office, your legs wobbly and your pulse ticking. He barely moves back, your shoulder brushing his chest as you enter. You hold in a shudder. 

The two of you take your customary seats behind the desk and across. 

This man heard me getting off the other day. I heard what he sounds like when he comes.

Fuck fuck fuck. 

Shame suffuses your cheeks and you stare at your hands. Joel's head tilts slightly when you won't meet his eyes. 

"You feelin' okay?"

"Yep. Thanks for asking."

"You sure?" 

He knows something is up with you and how could he not? You’re acting like a rat in a science lab, cowering away from his glances. You swallow thickly, glancing up from your hands. 

"The other night. The phone call…"

"Mhm." Joel's face is impassive, giving nothing away. 

I can't tell him what happened. It's too embarrassing. 

A beeping sound emits from Joel’s pocket and he scowls as he pulls out his phone.  A reminder pops up in a green bubble and he exhales loudly through his nose.

“Forgot I have a zoom call.”

Relief floods you.

"Gotcha," you say as you stand, giving a salute. It feels appropriate for the austerity of the moment, but the second your hand drops you regret it, backing out of the office. You close the office door behind you and quickly move through the office, almost lurching to slap the buttons to the elevator. 

You half jog by the closed office and conference doors on Jacobs’s floor, your heart in your throat as you round on the door bearing his name. You don't even knock; you just push the door open. 

"Coffee." 

Jacob glances up from the blueprints on his desk, long fingers splayed. 

"Huh?" 

"We need to go for coffee. Now." 

Jacob removes the glasses he uses for fine writing. "The Sanderson project-"

"Thirty minutes at the cafe around the block. I promise." 

You drop your voice when you hear gentle murmurs coming from down the hallway. It's Tess and one of the senior staff deep in conversation; thankfully they turn into a nearby room before they see you.  

"I have to go to the Sanderson place," he says firmly. "The deck isn't the size, and they're complaining." 

"I'll come with you! Anything!"

"Okay fine," Jacob says pulling on his jacket. 

You tug out your cell, typing quickly to Joel. 

Jacob needs someone to help take measurements of the Sanderson deck extension. I'm going to help him. I'll be back before lunch. 

The answer arrives as you and Jacob are loading into his car. 

Thanks for letting me know. – J

///

Joel sighs, pinching the bridge of his sharp nose as he replies. He tosses the phone with a clatter onto the desk before sighing and leaning back. Normally he wouldn’t be okay with you ducking out mid-morning for an unnecessary errand, but in all honesty he’s kind of thankful for it. Despite your talk he still feels tense.

A knock sounds at his door and he welcomes the waiting figure inside. It's your dad looking hesitant. 

“Hey Joel."

"Hey man."

They haven’t spoken about the dinner or about the shitty things your dad said. It’s not their dynamic, especially your father’s. And normally that would piss Joel off, but he can’t exactly be furious when he’s getting half naked photos of the guy’s daughter can he?

"I was thinking about the Superbowl party next month,” your dad says, hands in his pockets. “What do you think of me hosting it?"

"S'my year isn't it?"

Since the beginning of their friendship the bed had always traded off years for the super bowl games. Each man was in charge of the snacks and entertainment. As their business became more successful and grew so did the parties. 

Last year your father had organized Superbowl trivia and expensive themed prizes. The year before Joel had gone all out on a sumptuous spread and gave away season tickets to whoever guessed the right final score. 

And every year they invited friends and senior staff at the company. Brian always used to paint his face in the team colors. His wife never enjoyed the games, but she always attended, smiling and bringing her best bean dip as she cheered along with him.

"It is, it totally is," your father hedges, looking around Joel's office as if in search for a lifeline. "It's just with my daughter being home this year for it and, uh, Tess was mentio-"

Joel rolls his eyes, hand slapping onto the table. Just the mention of the woman has his hackles rising. "Are you fucking serious? You wanna invite her?"

"Joel C'mon," your dad insist with an entreating look. "We always invite the senior staff."

Joel pushes away from his desk so quickly the thing wobbles. 

"What does it matter?" Joel snaps. "You're just gonna do what you wanna do. So why bother askin' me in the first place?"

Your dad stands there mollified until Joel goes back to his computer, effectively ignoring your dad until he backs out of the office, closing the door gently behind him.

///

You're in the car with Jacob, eyes casting around nervously. You've been driving with the music on for the last ten minutes as you try to collect yourself. 

The company cars at The Mill Group are always fancy and luxurious and the ride is calm. 

"So what was so urgent?" Jacob asks, turning down the radio. 

"I need your advice."

"Okay." He scans the road and then you. "About the list?"

"Yes," you nod, fingers sliding along the chill of your seat buckle. "So the call went pretty great actually, after the whole technical issue."

Jacob snorts a laugh. 

"I was nervous at first, but then I was getting into it. Like, really getting into it," you say with a fond smile. "But then my dad came home and totally killed the mood."

"Wait, what?" Jacob slants a look at you from the corner of his eye. "You're doing this at your place?"

"In case you forgot Jacob, that's where I live."

"But... Babe, you're rich. Just rent a hotel room."

"My dad is rich, Jacob," you correct him. "I'm saving to go to school."

"But your dad would pay for it. I know he would, he's like the nicest guy ever."

"Yeah, but I'd have to stay living with him if I did," you hesitate. "And I don't want to after this year. As soon as I get into the M.Arch program I think I'm gonna move out." 

Jacob is quiet, his fingers loose around the wheel as he contemplates this. 

"You really think he'd do that? Make you stay with him if he paid for your school?"

"He would never make me do anything," you insist. "I would just feel obligated. You know, golden handcuffs." 

Jacob appears to want to ask more questions and so you divert him. 

"Anyway that's not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted your advice on how to move forward with this guy." 

"The phone sex guy?"

"Yeah." 

"So we like him? He's not a creep?"

"No, well, I mean, he's nice," you say feeling flustered. "He wouldn't murder me."

"Wow," Jacob replies, head shaking. "The bar is in hell."

"And I saw him yesterday," you lie. "And it was so awkward, Jacob. I've heard what he sounds like when he comes."

"So hot."

"Agreed. And he's heard me touching myself and-"

"Less hot."

"Jake!"

"Sorry, I'm not into your lady garden," Jacob shrugs, pulling into a sprawling driveway. He kills the engine and turns to face you 

"So you're wondering how to get things back on track or what?" 

You can't go into the minutiae of why seeing Joel every day is going to be mortifying. You can't let Jacob know that you're working with the guy that made you almost come over the phone. Not just because of humiliation, but because you would never want to jeopardize Joel’s job.

"Yes, but I'm so embarrassed I can't even look him in the face." 

Jacob raises a brow, giving you a sympathetic look.

"So don't look him in the face. Just text him which item on the list you want to do next. When you meet up do it at night and have a drink to loosen up.”

"That simple?'

"That simple."  He goes to grab his folio in the backseat before pausing and turning back to you. “And for fuck’s sake, do it in the car if you have to, but not your house."

///

You walk back to your desk with Jacob’s words in your ear.

Simple, just text him and figure out next steps.

But it doesn’t feel that simple, especially when you see Joel's tall form tilted over your desk, reaching into your yellow basket that holds his mail. Everything in you goes warm, your face prickling with heat as you take him in. 

You can't help but stare at the way his shirt is rolled to the elbows, the way it strains over his wide shoulders. Wayward curls fall into his forehead. 

He heard me almost come. He saw me half naked. He knows what my whimpers sound like. 

In your bedroom by the time you got into things it had felt so natural. But now I'm the cold light of day you remember who Joel is to you. He's not a phone sex god; he's your dad's best friend, your employer.

He's seen my nipples!

Each footstep that carries you towards him pounds like a heartbeat in your ear, your chest tight as you hold your breath. Joel stands, flipping through the mail with a slight pout as he reads. He glances up as you approach your desk, his gaze sweeping over you.

You force a smile, trying to affect a casual demeanor.

"Hey Trix." 

A grimace overtakes your face at the nickname and the sight of your father exiting his office. The slowly building tension in your body disappears, replaced with a coil of frustration at your father somehow always showing up at the wrong time. You catch Joel turn his back on your dad and you think you feel some tension.

"S’true you went with Jacob to see the Sanderson place?" Your dad is straightening his tie as he asks this, a frown creasing his forehead. 

"Yeah," you mutter, shoving your purse under your desk. 

Joel stands at the door of his office, flipping through the envelopes. You wonder if he's listening. If so you're even more embarrassed. 

"We schedule you for that?"

The tone is light but the words sharp. Your job isn't to go on job sites unless specifically requested. Your dad isn't a cruel person, just a strict boss at work. Your performance reflects back on him. 

"I thought it was a good opportunity," you reply evenly. 

Your dad's eyebrows raise in surprise. "S'that so?" 

"I mean, I'm going to do my M.Arch soon and -"

"I hope you're looking local," your dad interrupts just as his phone goes off in his pocket. "You know I love having you in the house again." 

He pulls out the phone, reading the name and holding up a pointer finger as you go to speak again. He lifts it to his ear, giving you a small smile, signaling the conversation is over. 

"Hey. I was wondering when you were gonna call," he says in a saccharine tone you can't stand. "Yep. We got those numbers. One sec." 

He turns his cell, pressing it against his chest to muzzle his voice. 

"I have to head out for a meeting with Kathleen. Can you forward me the Nguyen contract? I gotta go." 

He gives a wave and then he's off, bellowing a laugh into the phone. He nods politely at Kathleen and she stands, pulling her purse over her shoulder. She often accompanies him on meetings, always the steadfast employee, always willing to tag along. 

Are you like that with Joel? His faithful puppy? You deflate into your chair, sullenly when they round the corner. You put your head in your hands, exhaling. 

"I thought you were doin' school in Europe a few years ago."

You start, not expecting Joel to still be there behind you at his office door. You twist in the chair, taking in his folded arms, shoulder balanced against the doorframe.  

"Yeah. I was." 

"And you thought Texas was the place to do a Masters in architecture? Not there?"

You give a shrug you hope is casual. "I wanted to be close to home." 

It sounds like a lie even to you. Joel just looks at you, sucking at his teeth before nodding. You turn back to forward the information to your dad as requested. 

The door behind you closes just as your phone buzzes. It’s Jacob, checking in one you.

Wanna grab drinks tonight? Aki says there's a cool pop up place. We need to discuss your romantic life at length. I have more advice.

You smile to yourself, imagining what advice from Jacob will look like. But at the same time, you’re eager to blow off some steam and push Joel from your thoughts.

Sure. I’m down.

I just have to finish up this contract though. I’ll be about an hour and half, maybe two? Do you mind waiting?

You have nothing else going on aside from listening to your dad drone on and on about you living at home and probably giving you shit for unnecessarily going off-site.

Np. Come grab me when you’re done.

The intercom on your desk chirps to life and Joel’s sultry voice sounds out from the speaker. 

“Come in here when you can.”

///

Why is my heart hammering? 

Joel paces in front of his desk, his body electric. Why the fuck did he ask you to come in here? 

Because you need to make sure everything is okay. She was gone yesterday. You need to know the lines aren't crossed.

He needs to make sure you're not uncomfortable with him. But that doesn't really explain the way his stomach flipped when he saw you coming to the desk. Is it nerves? How could you of all people make him nervous? 

He doesn’t have time to analyze that because you’ve entered into his office, closing the door behind you. You carry your notepad and pen, clearly expecting this to be a work chat. Because this is a workplace and that’s what should be going on.

But when you see him standing beside his desk instead of sitting behind it, you slow your footsteps, coming to stand a foot or so away. You glance at the chair and then to him, clearly confused.

“Hey. What can I help with?”

“You weren’t here yesterday.”

“Oh. Right, yeah. I had a cold,” you reply, giving an unconvincing sniff. Joel shoots you a calculating look, eyes swimming over your face.

 “You remember what we said when this started,” he murmurs, his voice dropping lest it be overheard. “This won’t affect our working relationship. We’re supposed to talk about everythin’.”

And now he sees the way you face flushes, your eyes dropping to the floor. He was right, something is up.

“I told you that we can stop any time,” he reminds you, concerned. “I-“

“I don’t want to stop,” you whisper, clutching the notepad to your chest like a life preserver.

"Right.” Joel raises a disbelieving brow.  

"I, uh, I really liked it. What we did…on the phone…." 

Stop fucking talking.

Joel looks strangely relieved, shoulders dropping a bit, his hip leaning against his desk as he stares at you. "So you liked what we did?"

Yep. Until the end that left me with blue bean the rest of the night.

"Yes."

"You hung up pretty fast-"

Joel watches your face dissolve into a cringe. You bury your face in your hands, mortified

"My dad walked in just as... Just as things were getting good," you interrupt.

"What?"

"Just as you... Finished, my dad walked in talking about sushi."

Joel feels his head swim anxiously. His fingertips go to balance him against the desk. 

"Your dad heard me?"

"No!" You all but shout, dropping your hands and adopting a look of complete disgust. "No no. I had my ear buds in and, anyway, that's why I got weird at the end." 

Joel can't deny he's relieved. You both pause at the sound of employees packing up for the day, calling out goodbyes to one another, flicking off lamps. The Mill Group isn’t big on overtime in the office, staff work hard and that means they leave on time without fear of judgment.  

When the noise settles somewhat, you finally meet Joel’s eyes.

“I’m sorry for missing work because of it. I just felt so weird about it. But you’re right,” you acknowledge. “If this is going to work I have to just, face up to it and, you know, be cool.”

Joel hides a smirk, amused at your candor. He certainly wasn’t being cool moments before in his office, pacing back and forth like a scared student so you can be forgiven for maybe overthinking things as well.

The phone on Joel’s desk rings shrilly, startling you both. This is one phone call he can’t put off. You seem to understand this, backing out the office and closing the door behind you to give him privacy. 

Joel tugs the phone from the cradle, irritated already. 

“Tommy where the hell are you? You’re supposed to be here already.”

His brother’s voice is breathless over the static-y line. “I’m sorry, Maria’s ultrasound ran late and now she needs the truck. She’ll have it back soon though. Any chance we could meet later?”

I have plans, Joel wants to say. I need to talk more with my best friend’s daughter about phone sex. But he remembers the rules he set in place that first day.

“This cannot and will not affect our working relationship. The second it comes even close to that, this is over.”

Business comes first. Whimpers and lingerie and pretty women with glassy eyes will have to wait. He sighs down the line, his eyes closing in irritation.

“Yeah. Fine. See you then, Tom.”

///

A short while later you scroll Instagram on your phone, waiting for Jacob to text you. You’ve scanned the bar’s exotic menu and you’re excited to force yourself to try some new things.

See Jacob? I try new things! I bought sexy lingerie! I made Joel Miller come on the phone! I’m ordering this weird seaweed dish tonight!

You glance at the time, noting that Joel is working well past his scheduled time today. He was also supposed to have a meeting an hour ago and no one has come by.

You feel a bit of sympathy for the man, knowing that like your father he is an incredibly hard worker. But unlike your dad, Joel has no one to go home to. As far as you know he goes back to a sad, depressing apartment all alone.

This compels you to stand and go to the break room. You grab one of the many mugs there that boast the Mill Group logo before slipping it into the cradle of the intimidating coffee maker. 

Like most things in this office, the coffee maker is fancy. It was over five hundred dollars and makes anything you want single serve. You think it’s killing the environment, but everyone else seems to love it. Joel and your father are huge coffee drinkers and apparently this is one of the first things they ever splurged on for the office.

You fiddle with the buttons, throwing out the first cup because nothing but hot water comes out of it. It takes a bit of swearing and slapping at the buttons before a nice, steaming cup of black coffee comes out.

You grab the small organic sugar packets and head back towards your desk slowly, focused on not spilling it. Your footsteps echo in the desolate office in a way that would feel spooky if Joel wasn’t still here.

You knock on Joel’s door, entering when you hear his sotto voce “come in.”

You see him sitting behind the desk, his dark eyes stuck on whatever email he's replying to. He's a slow typer and as you approach you see the pink of his tongue swipe at the corner of his mouth in concentration. He glances up as you near the desk, placing it at his elbow.

"Its decaf," you explain as Joel frowns over at the mug. "I know it's too late for caffeine." 

Joel nods slowly before sliding the mug his way. "What're you still doing here?"

"I'm meeting Jacob. He's working on that Sanderson account so; I have a bit of time to kill. Thought I’d make myself useful.”

“Jacob, hmm?” Joel says and it verges on teasing. You don’t reply, but when you see the mug you’re prompted.

“Oh, almost forgot." You reach into your pocket, retrieving the sugar packets and handing them to him. “I wasn’t sure if you have sugar this late so, just in case.”

Joel takes the two packets from you, but he doesn’t use them. Instead he places them in his office drawer next to a few monogrammed pencils and pens. He closes the drawer and looks up at you skeptically. 

"How do you know how I take it?"

"Dunno," you shrug. "Guess I just noticed over time." 

"Guess that’s why we keep you around," Joel jokes with a brief flash of a smile before he brings it to his lip.

You find yourself singularly fascinated with the plush of his lip as he sips. He’s so sexy when he doesn’t try. And all you can remember is how good he was at sexy talk. How hot you felt when he made that groaning noise at your photo.

"You’re here late too," you say lamely, feeling like you’re going to burst into nervous giggles at any second.

"Yep," Joel says in a gruff murmur as he lower the mug to the desk. "Last minute meeting." 

We’re here in the office alone. It’s just us.

You have this vague feeling of arousal licking at your lower belly. It doesn’t worry itself with logic, only desire. As all the blood flows to your clit, you can’t help but propel yourself forward.

"When will they be here?"

"Hour or so." When you don't reply he glances up, eyes connecting with yours. "Why?"

What have you got to lose?

Jacob’s question is rolling around in your head. You have nothing to lose. The worst thing that happens is Joel will say no. Yeah, you might be embarrassed but you also might get the chance to knock something off the list.

Something that’s been on your mind a while.

His voice was the appetizer, but his hands on you could be the main course.

Your heart hammers so forcefully behind your ribs that you stagger when you walk towards him, hoping your movements are enticing. Joel's eyes follow the swish of your hips, clearly intrigued.

You've seen lots of movies where women sexily perch on pianos or desks, crossing their legs alluringly and pouting down at the man in suspenders. You want to do that now, you want to seduce Joel and you need to know what his touch feels like.

You arch your hip, sliding up onto his desk. It’s a bit higher than you were expecting and you give a small grunt, hefting yourself onto the top. You try to play it off by tossing your hair over your shoulder. Joel stares up at you with a puzzled look.

You drop your voice to a raspy purr, pouting your lips.

 "I feel like an hour gives us plenty of time to-"

Your hand goes to brace on the lip of the desk so that you can give him a coquettish wink over your shoulder ala Jessica Rabbit.

However your palm slides over the smooth varnish, slipping right off the edge of the desk.

Your body quickly follows as you give a yelp of ‘oh fuck!’ sailing off the edge of the desk and

landing over Joel's lap with a yelp.

What the actual fuck? 

You lay there draped over Joel's lap like a boneless cat, ass up, feeling the blood rush you your head the longer it stays in that downward position. His hand lightly rests on the middle of your back, attempting to keep you from sliding right onto the floor.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you say miserably, your body still slung over his legs.

You think you hear Joel swallow a snicker. But you can’t be sure. You’re surprised he hasn’t pushed you off of him yet.

“I was just trying to… I was trying to be seductive,” you confess, knowing that keeping secrets is the antitheses of what you’re both doing. You hear the curiosity in Joel’s reply.

“Seductive?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

Because I wanted you to spank me. But that was before I accidently dove into your crotch.

"Nothing, it was stupid," you say in a squeak. 

"No," Joel says in a voice dragged through gravel. "You tell me what you want." 

You go to raise your head and arms, so embarrassed that you consider ending the contract right then and there. But Joel hasn’t moved and he certainly isn’t making any move to push you off of him.

He wants to know what you want.

“Number… Number Nine,” you manage your voice quiet.

"Which is?"

"Spanking," you say, so glad you’re talking to the floor and not to his face. "Uh, hand or paddle or whatever." 

"Well this is one way of askin' for a spankin'," Joel chuckles as you attempt to right yourself. 

You hide a humiliated groan as you begin to push up and off his legs. 

"Hey, hey, where you goin?" Joel says, holding the back of your thighs down with his forearm. 

"To throw myself off a bridge."

"Now why would you want to do that?" Joel murmurs, his large palm sliding over the curve of your ass. "When we could have a whole lotta fun if you stayed?"

Wait. Did this fucked up seduction actually work? 

You grunt, shifting to look up over your shoulder. Joel doesn't look upset, which throws you. You're so used to the stern, no nonsense man who strides around the office. But instead he looks playful, almost boyish as he looks at you.

"You... You wanna do this?"

"You're over my lap and my hand is on your ass," Joel says flashing you a cheeky smile. "I don't think there's a more obvious answer than that." 

"Oh." 

There's a long stretch of silence and Joel's warm palm curves over the globe of your ass, his warm fingertips hitting the hem of your skirt and tugging it slightly up.  You realize belatedly that this was a stupid, last minute plan as you recall your undergarments. The only clean pair since you kept putting off your laundry.

Why the fuck did I wear my granny panties today?! 

His hand moves down under the hem of your skirt, fingertips grazing the cotton of your repulsive panties.

"Goddamn," he murmurs.

You're surprised when he suddenly tilts, pulling you to a stand along with him. "What're-"

"Consent video," he says in a thick voice. He pulls out his phone from his jeans and you're very aware of the tent in them. The very sizeable tent.

How the fuck does he walk around with that thing? His nickname should be tripod! 

You're still staring at it, wondering how it will ever fit one day when Joel's voice breaks into your thoughts along with a familiar beep. 

"Okay, go." 

"Huh?"

"Consent." 

"I-I, uh," you stutter staring at his swollen cock through his jeans. 

Why is my mouth watering? 

He says your name sharply and you jerk your eyes up, seeing his signature impatience. 

"The faster we do this, the faster I make you come." 

Your legs go rubbery as his comment hits below the navel. You have to brace your hip against the desk to keep from crumpling to the ground. 

"I thought it was just spanking. You know. Like foreplay?" 

"It can be. Or it can be the thing that gets you there." 

Your thighs press together at just the thought and you see Joel's mouth hitch with amusement. 

"Somethin' tells me it's gonna be the latter." 

Oh fuck fuck fuck.

You can feel the arousal pooling between your legs and you don't care that you're voice comes out cracked. 

"Okay yes, I consent. Please right now. Yes. All the consent to being spanked." 

Joel flashes another grin, raising the phone to eye level and pressing the record button. 

"Okay. Now this time for the camera." 

///

With the consent video out of the way, Joel tries to remain in control of the situation. He pockets his phone, and takes a step towards you. 

"The lap's a bit uncomfortable in that chair," Joel says, bringing you between he and the desk. 

You look confused when he twists you to face away from him. He smiles at the back of your head, watching the tension rise in your body. 

"I think the desk is a much better spot." 

The change in you is immediate. Your body goes slack, anticipation clearly overtaking your fear.  "Really?"

You glance over at him, eyes blown wide. You're so uncertain with him. Not that he's given you opportunity to be much else. 

Until this list Joel barely acknowledged you. If he had dinner with your dad and you were around he ignored you for the most part aside from a polite greeting. The two of you had nothing in common. You're still strangers to one another and yet there exists this new intimacy. It's a strange dichotomy that has Joel feeling aroused out of his mind for reasons he can't properly articulate. 

He scans your face, eyes dropping to your mouth a fraction too long before he clears his throat. 

"Bend over the desk. Onto your forearms." 

You nod, doing it so quickly you nearly go sailing over the glossy wood top, like a newborn colt struggling to find purchase. You're nervous; Joel can practically feel it coming off of you in waves.

"You can withdraw your consent at any time.”

“Right.”

“Repeat it." 

"I can withdraw my consent at any time."

His hips are against your ass, pinning you there between he and the heavy oak. You stiffen, wondering if he can feel the arousal accumulating between your legs.

"Just relax," Joel murmurs, hand stroking down your spine. "I'll take care of everythin'."

You soon turn pliant, your body loosening as his hand strokes down your spine slowly a few more times. He's pretty sure if he kept doing this you'd start purring. 

He steps back, a hand on your middle back to keep you from rising. He feels you shudder when his wide fingers pull your skirt it up over your ass, leaving it bunched at your hips. 

His chest is tight from holding his breath, and now he exhales slowly, drinking you in at his leisure. Bent over his desk, on your forearms, hair over one shoulder, your body eager for him. You're like a fucking dream. 

His hands go over the silken skin of your ass, watching it clench nervously. 

"Not enough to hurt," he tells you in a soothing cadence. "Just enough to sting a little." 

Joel looks at the lilac panties you wear, oversized and not particularly memorable. The kind of thing a woman wears when she's doing laundry. But then why did it turn him on the second he saw your ass in them? Why is his cock so hard?

His thumbs hook in the elasticized waistband of your panties before pausing as he feels you tense. It feels too fast to have you undressed from the waist down. He changes course, tugging the fabric to the center, wedging it there so that the majority of your ass is on display.

He waits for you to pull back or to do something that tells him you want to stop. But instead he's gratified when he watches your spine arch, your ass more on display for him. He smiles at the back of your head, enticed. He can't help but grab each cheek in his hand, squeezing. 

You make a soft little gasping noise, fingers splaying atop the desk before you push back into his hands, the meaning clear. 

You want more. 

Joel tilts back to admire you from behind, his eyes blown black. You drop your torso to the desk, exposing more of yourself and there's no mistaking the glossy arousal that coats the gusset of your panties and surrounding inner thighs. 

Joel swallows thickly, his cock straining in his jeans at the sight. Barely touched you and you're already so fucking wet. 

His arousal is almost debilitating at this point. His face and neck burn. He shifts back slightly, giving himself room. One hand lingers on your hip; the other raised slightly inches from the silken skin of your ass. 

"Ready?"

Joel watches as you exhale, steadying yourself. Your fingers curl around the far edge of his desk for balance. 

"Yes."

He brings his hand down briskly. The first spank is light, the sound timid in the large room. But as expected, you're very responsive. 

"Oh!"

"Too hard?"

"No no. Just... Getting used to it." 

Joel knows if he keeps stopping and starting that the momentum will be lost. He trusts that if you want to stop, you'll tell him. 

The second spank hits you just below your ass cheek, clearly surprising you. You jolt, but Joel keeps going. This next swat comes to the side of your ass and Joel bites his lower lip when he sees your cheeks ripple under his touch. Your voice is breathless. 

"Harder." 

Fuck that's hot. 

As requested the spanks grow a little harder and you take them, whimpering every so often, ass begging for his hand. Again and again, blow after blow you take it, ass ricocheting, whimpers turning into whines and moans. 

"That's right," Joel groans. "Show me how bad you want it." 

You immediately arch back as far as you can, ass wiggling in anticipation. You whine his name in a way that makes all the hair on his body stand on end. He only wants you to say his name like that from now on. 

His large palm swats again before gripping a cheek in his hand, fingers dimpling the flesh. When he pulls back your skin is blooming with the evidence of his hand.  

"We should stop," he says through jagged inhales. 

"Why?"

"I'm gonna leave marks." 

Now for the first time since you bent over the desk do you look at him, heavy lidded over your shoulder. Your eyes connect. 

"I want you to leave marks." 

Joel forces himself to swallow a groan. He doesn't mean to, but his fingers dig into your hips and pulls you back against his pelvis, grinding you against his aching cock. And before Joel can think properly you've started grinding back against him harder. 

Fuck you feel good, even through the layers of clothing. 

This isn’t spanking, this is dry humping at best. But you don’t seem to mind when he presses you tightly against the desk, rolling his hard cock against your pussy. And now your moans are getting louder, your ass rolling against his front.

Not thinking Joel takes his hand and covers your mouth.Even though the place is empty, Joel doesn’t want to chance anyone hearing. He built this office himself, the door is solid and sound is muffled. But still, there’s paranoia in having your moans reach such a pitch.

“Shhh. You have to work on bein’ quiet. It'll be good practice for number five." 

You nod, your glassy eyes fixed on his when he removes his hand. It slides down to your throat, gently holding you there as his hips rut against your ass, faster and faster. The fabric of his jeans is rasping so perfectly against the head of his cock. You’re so into it, your cheeks flushed and your body urging him to continue.

Your eyes are glued to one another so he can see when yours begin to tilt back in your head. His voices comes out ragged and heavy.

"You're gonna come aren't you, pretty girl?" 

You whine a soft "yeah", your movements growing more erratic. Joel feels himself getting closer and closer, the friction building. He swats your ass as he continues, mesmerized at how your body moves for him.

You're whining his name now between nibbles of your lower lip, your fingertips curling and your back starting to bow. Fuck, you're both gonna come right here at his desk and he's not even undressed. Every time he sits here he's gonna remember you whimpering his name and-

"You there brother?" 

SHIT. 

///

You freeze under Joel's hand, both sets of eyes flying to the office door. 

The unlocked door.

In your excitement neither of you thought to lock it. And right now you can hear heavy footsteps making their way towards the office. Joel must know how incriminating this looks because he glances wildly around the room. 

"Fuck." 

Your hands go to push your skirt down, your eyes wide. “What do we do?”

All the calm that you're used to in Joel’s face fades away for a fraction of a moment before coming back in full force. His brows knit and he fixes you with a serious look.

"Get dressed." 

You nod, pulling on your panties and tugging down your skirt the rest of the way. But how can you explain the two of you in Joel's office at night?

The door is about to open and in what can only be assumed is a blind panic you feel Joel's hand go to your shoulder. 

"Under the desk." 

He pushes you to your knees, spanking your ass lightly to get you moving faster. He falls into his office chair as you crawl in the most undignified manner under his desk. 

He begins bracketing you with his legs as he rolls his chair forward. You're already blocked from the door since his desk faces it, but now there's practically no way to be seen. 

Someone gives a knock before Joel calls him in, half rising to shake the man’s hand, shielding his lower half. 

"Good to see ya, Tommy," Joel says in a voice that suggests the opposite. 

"Same here, J." You hear Tommy settle into the seat you normally occupy. You can hear the smile in his voice.  You have heard of Tommy Miller before in passing from your dad. But it’s never positive.

“Tommy Miller is a charming guy who everyone likes and no one can depend on.”

You wonder what he looks like. Does he have dark eyes like Joel? Curls? A dimple in one cheek? You can’t help but be interested as you listen to this secret little brotherly moment. Joel is holding himself straight, clearly uncomfortable.

"The house okay?"

"More than okay," Tommy insists. "There's a tire swing in the backyard. Same kind we had as kids. You remember it? You got that scar from when you fell -"

"Yeah yeah. I remember."

You think of the whisper of a scar across the top bridge of Joel's strong nose. You don't really notice it anymore. Images of a young boy with dark curls and dimpled smile break into your head. Sunlight backlighting him as he wraps his hands around the rope, kicking off the tree to soar. 

"I'm real appreciative of it," Tommy is saying to his brother earnestly. "And as soon as I've got a few paychecks under my belt-"

"Don't worry about it, Tommy. Consider it a baby shower gift." 

Your eyes widen in surprise. Joel just gave his brother an apartment? Yeah, he could afford it, but wow. You would have gotten a bottle warmer or something.

"You're doin really well for yourself," Tommy says, the whisper of jealousy at the corner of his words. "Pictures don't do this place justice. S'fuckin' huge." 

“Thanks, yeah. We actually had to import the wood…”

You sit there, collecting your thoughts as the brothers chat about office sizes and wood reclaiming. You have a lot of time to think since you’re curled up under Joel’s desk like an oversized dust bunny.

Is the universe telling you something? This is your second time being interrupted by a member of each other's family while about to come. Maybe this is a sign that this is a really stupid idea? A sign that this shouldn’t be happening?

Universe, why don’t you want me to come? Is it because I didn’t buy Girl Scout cookies from those kids last year? They didn’t have thin mints!

Joel shifts in his seat and you can see that he's still hard through his jeans. A perverse part of you is rather pleased you managed to elicit such a reaction.

You've had this fantasy before. Stuffed under Joel's desk during work, his hard cock within sucking distance. In these fantasies you're on your knees in a cute outfit, giving a coquettish smile up at him. 

Except the reality is it's cramped under here. Your back screams at you and you're still painfully wet from before. Now as the terror fades from your veins, you’re hit with what just transpired.

Joel was grinding on you.

You feel an oily grin spread over your features and you have the strangest desire to make noise and run around like a kitten on a catnip high. Then something else comes back to you.

“Shhh. You have to work on bein’ quiet. It'll be good practice for number five." 

Number five, public sex. Joel remembers your list. Joel has obviously thought of finishing the list with you. Your cunt throbs with greedy need, your eyelids fluttering as you think about all the places he could fuck you. This office would be fun. But surely there are other spaces.

Ow, fuck, your lower back is seizing up. You try to stretch out as a cramp sets in, but when you do the movement results in a rustling against the floor. You feel a gentle prod of Joel's boot against your thigh, a silent warning to stay still. 

"Maria's really excited to meet you this weekend," Tommy is saying, unaware that his big brother has the boss’s daughter under his desk. 

"Yeah, about that, turns out I'm busy this weekend on a job site. We'll have to reschedule." 

Your mind flips to the calendar you prepare for Joel every day, your nose wrinkled in confusion. Joel's weekend is totally free. What job site is he talking about? 

You hear the deflated tone creep into Tommy's voice. 

"Could you at least pretend to be a little excited for me, Joel?"

"What're you talkin' about? I am excited." 

The chair creaks under Tommy as he shifts. You can feel the tension in the room. You can also feel the tension in your back from being crunched up in this little space. You lean forward, attempting to stretch out. You rest your cheek against Joel’s knee, surprised when he jolts at the contact.

"You okay, J?"

"Just my back," Joel lies. "Twinges sometimes." 

"Mhmm I know that song and dance real well. Hey, you got any water?"

"Fridge over there, help yourself." 

You hear shuffling and Tommy must move over to the fridge across the room because Joel tilts back in his seat and shoots you a scowl. 

I'm sorry, you mouth at him. My back hurts. 

His gaze softens and he nods down at you. You watch as his fingertips tap his knee, indicating you can return leaning there again. 

You move your cheek back to his leg, surprised when he trails his fingers through your hair in a soothing gesture. Before you can register it, he snatches his hand back, folding it with the other on the desk above you. 

"So what did you wanna see me for today Tommy?"

"You said you could get me a job here."

"I did. I have one lined up for you Monday. You should've been contacted." 

"Yeah, I got the email from HR today." 

"Good to see they're on top of it."

"Uh, thing is, Joel, I don't know if it's a great fit... For my skills. I mean, you know I've got experience in construction."

"We don't need more construction workers," Joel snaps. 

"I got my CSO certificate." 

"Doesn't change anything. We're not hiring for that right now."

"Joel, you’re the CEO of this big company. And you got me workin' janitorial? It's embarrassin'."

"More embarrassing than being unemployed with a baby on the way?" 

Wow. Joel Miller coming through as the asshole you've always known him to be. Here his younger brother is begging him for a halfway decent job and Joel can't even find it in him to help? And if Tommy has experience in construction there’s tons of places Joel could set him up. 

You’re almost thankful to Joel for being an asshole. If anything it helps you keep the separation of sex and true feelings.  

"Joel, I want my wife and kid to be proud of me." 

You feel uncomfortable for a myriad of reasons now. This is a conversation you should not be privy to. Joel seems to sense that because he tries to wrap things up. 

"This isn't a discussion I'm up for tonight, Tommy."

You hear the disappointment in Tommy's voice. "Will you think about it at least?"

You watch Joel's broad torso expand and constrict as he sighs. 

"I'll think about it." 

///

Joel watches as his younger brother pushes himself from the chair to stand, shooting him a hopeful look. 

"Alright. Send me your availability and we can reschedule for dinner. Like I said, Maria's real excited to meet you." 

You watch Joel's left hand clench at his side.  "Drive safe, Tom." 

He watches his brother exit, closing the door behind him. The two of you wait in silence, barely breathing until Tommy's footsteps diminish into silence. Only then does Joel roll his chair back, peering to watch you un-tuck yourself and crawl out. 

 "You okay?"

"Nothing a chiropractor can't fix," you say with a grunt as you take his proffered hand and rise. The two of you stand looking awkwardly at one another as you pull back, suddenly vulnerable under his scrutiny. 

"This was ...." 

"…Memorable, that's for sure," Joel says, the back of his neck pink.

"Yeah. Memorable."

He watches as you lick your lower lip, your entire disposition strangely detached. You scratch your elbow, glancing around the room. Joel's eyes flit down your skirt, knowing exactly what lies underneath. Shit. He's getting hard again

He's still in that lusty state, forcing himself not to remember how you looked in that lingerie picture. Silently shooing away the memory of your ass rolling against his pelvis. He plops into his chair, rolling it to buttress the desk again.

You pull on your purse, shooting Joel a polite smile. 

"Well, I better go too. I'll see you tomorrow." You go to the door not waiting for his response, walking a little unsteadily. Joel wonders if it's from the spanks or desk crunch. 

Say something. Don't let the night end like that. 

"If you're sore tomorrow, aloe vera might help." 

You pause with your hand on the knob, breathing in slowly.

Way to make it fucking weird, Miller. 

He hears your deep inhale followed by a shaky exhale. Joel has come to notice that this is your precursor to a big question, or a big ask. You don't face him when you speak, but he hears you just fine. 

"I'd love to get number one crossed off. So let me know when you're free for that." 

You drop that bomb and then you're gone, closing the door behind you and leaving Joel wincing as his erection swells aggressively to full mast. 

[maari4luiza]

Daddy' friend

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: Joel, your father's longtime friend will be staying at your house

Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, age gap (reader around 20, joel 55), fingering, Let me know if I forgot something

a/n: there will be no use of Y/N, it's my first one-shot, I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Just remembering, English is not my primary language, so I hope you will overlook any mistakes

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It's normal every year's end for Dad's friends to get together here at the house. Since in addition to the end of year festivities, his birthday was coming up soon.

Honestly, you had gotten used to it, it was always hectic this time of year. But it never happened that any of Dad's friends stayed here at the house, they always came, spent the afternoon and at 3PM they left.

But this time it was different, this time a friend of Dad's that I hadn't seen since you was 15 showed up, Joel Miller. That man was your 'platonic crush' entire adolescence. you knew that a man of that size would never have eyes for you.

But now your'e wasn't 15 anymore, I was 20, and yet that man still sounded exactly like your dream come true. That Texan accent, the stubble and that mustache over his full lips - damn, that was too much for your head.

Damn, imagining that mustache brushing against your folds made shudder every time that you looked at that man.

"good morning, little girl" Joel smiled mischievously as he looked you up and down "well, maybe you're not so little anymore" Joel laughed softly.

"hello joel. a little early to be here, don't you think?" You asked, glancing at the backpack next to Joel's body.

joel wrinkled his nose a little confused "didn't your father tell you? as I'm coming from textas I'm going to stay here to party with him"

his body froze. like this? Joel Milles, Joel fucking Miller spend at least 15 days at your house? Damn, this can't be real. "girl? is everything okay? can I… um… well, come in?" The man in front of you looked confused and tired, obviously noticing your imminent state of shock.

As soon as the words left Joel's mouth, his trance-like state dissipated. "oh yes, of course… I'm sorry" you tried to give your best smile while still taking in what was happening. "I suppose my father gave the guest room to you" you said as you opened the way with your body.

Joel entered, dropping his backpack near the door as he watched you close it. "Actually, your father said he didn't have time to remove his makeshift office from there" Joel spoke and laughed with that delicious Texan accent "so I think only he can tell me where to stay… speaking of which, so... where is the old man?" Joel laughed again, calling each other 'old men' was a running joke among your father's friends.

"my dad isn't home from work yet, but I bet I can call him" you quickly made yourself available. This was, in a way, an excuse to get away from the man who gave you so many delicious shivers. "Make yourself comfortable for now. There must be some beers in the fridge, and the TV remote is on the couch" were the small instructions you gave before walking away and almost running to the phone.

you only managed to hear a little grunt from joel before calling your father. "oh hi dad. sorry i'm calling in the middle of your work but… um… Miller is here at home… And he would like to know which room he will be staying in" you're mouth fell silent as soon as your father gave the answer. Holy shit.

with your legs a little wobbly you returned to the room. And there was Joel, just sitting on the couch running his fingers through the curls in his own hair. “joel… so…” you walked closer to the couch. "I talked to dad, and he said you should stay in my room" your voice trailed off a little at the end.

"your room?" the man turned around pinching his nose "I can sleep on the couch if you feel more comfortable… I don't want to be a burden" Joel gave his best smile - which by the way, wasn't that good.

"no, no way, you're a visitor, I don't mind you sleeping in my room" you said accurately, but deep down you weren't liking the idea. "and where will you stay?" Joel questioned, returning to his usual frown. "well, I can sleep on the couch" you couldn't help but laugh "or I can put a mattress on the bedroom floor"

And so it was done. The day passed and there you were, at night arranging a mattress to sleep on the floor of your own room. while Joel Miller had the double bed to himself. As I tidied up the bedding, it was impossible to contain a few groans of frustration at being in that situation.

Joel obviously noticed, and after a night of drinking with your father and his friends, he couldn't keep his mouth shut. “What's the matter, little girl?”

“Nothing, everything's fine, Joel. Just enjoy the big bed for yourself,” came a more ironic reply than you had planned. “oh, so the problem is the bed? I'm too old to sleep on the floor, sweetheart” Joel laughed, his voice drunken ”but your bed is really big, I bet we won't have any problems sharing it”

Okay, now you didn't know what made you blush the most. Whether it was Joel inviting you to lie with him, or him calling you sweetheart.

“I don't think it would be good manners as a hostess to sleep with my guest,” you laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Don't be modest, I know how long you've dreamed of sleeping with me,” Joel said, more cocky than usual because of the many beers he'd had.

“I think you're drunk and not thinking straight,” you said, but the tremulous timbre of your voice gave away the truth. Joel was right. “Honey, don't try to lie to me. I've seen the way you look at me since you were 15” the man laughed gutturally ”only I'm not the kind of guy who takes advantage of a little girl… but now… fuck… now you're a big girl”

you and your body moved almost automatically towards joel “and I'm not the kind of woman who takes advantage of an old drunk” you laughed, trying to regain control of the situation. “I won't deny sleeping in a comfortable bed, but I don't think you're thinking for yourself” before Joel could interrupt you concluded ”you'll regret it more than me if we do this”

Joel nodded, it was obvious that even in that state he had understood. and so it happened. you lay down, each on one side of the bed without touching a finger. and there you fell asleep.

Joel probably won't even remember the conversation you had that night - or so you thought.

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you woke up the other day a little dazed, noticing that Joel's presence no longer shared warmth with you. he was probably already downstairs with your father drinking and laughing as usual.

With movements that were still drowsy, you changed and got into bed. Soon after, you went downstairs and found only Joel in the kitchen. “Good morning, Joel… did you sleep well?” you asked a little shyly, afraid that he would remember the conversation you'd had that night.

“yes yes, your snoring isn't that loud” joel laughed bringing the mug to his lips ‘just a slight hangover, I drank more than I should have yesterday with your father’ joel's expression looked a little guilty now, did he remember?

“an? I don't even snore, in fact it was you who snored” you tried to defend yourself. “Oh yes, of course. Forgive me, little girl,” Joel retorted ironically, without having the courage to look you in the eye. “Joel, can I ask you something?” your voice faltered slightly as you spoke.

“Of course,” the man quickly replied, finishing the coffee in his mug. “hm… last night… do you remember what you said to me?” you said so quietly that you doubted Joel could hear you. But he did, and his shocked expression made you realize that he did. “Shit, I thought it was a dream,” he admitted more to himself than to you. “I'm really sorry”

“Is the proposal still on?” you asked, mustering up all the courage in your body - which wasn't even that much. “Darling… are you serious?” Joel's voice dropped a few tones ‘I'm too old for you’ Joel didn't falter in his words.

“I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years" you sighed as you approached joel's body. “And besides… I'm already of age” before you could say anything else Joel sighed ‘You can't even drink yet’ the man quickly retorted.

“look joel, I know what I want. if you don't want to… I'll understand, but know that since I was 15 I've wanted to fuck you” the sudden admission made joel's pants tighten, his cock began to show signs that your words weren't just affecting his mind.

“Don't play with me, when my self-control runs out… I won't be able to stop” he said, holding you tightly around the waist and pulling you close to him.

your lips opened and you let out a muffled moan “are you going to… fuck… me?” you sighed, the question not exactly directed at him

“I don't want to ruin you darling… you'll only get the tip of my cock” that answer made you feel disappointed. after all these years you weren't going to get what you'd always wanted? ‘joel please’ you moaned in protest.

“baby… I'll never be able to forgive myself for taking away your innocence” joel sighed as his fingers trailed down your waist and hovered under the buttons of the pants you were wearing.

“joel please” was all you managed to say before he started brushing your wet folds with his fingers "you're already so wet for me… just for me" joel growled, finally penetrating you with his thick, calloused fingers.

his fingers bent down to hit that sweet spot inside you, making your eyes roll… your delirious thoughts taking you closer and closer to the edge of your release “that's it girl… you can come, cum on my fingers” joel sighed heavily kissing your neck pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

in a few seconds your legs were shaking and you felt that euphoria and finally you were coming. joel couldn't keep his mouth shut, a guttural moan coming from his lips as he fucked you with his fingers during your orgasm.

“Fuck, you're beautiful when you come” Joel sighed, pulling his fingers out of you, and then pulling you closer to him… in a… hug?

your body stiffened, it was the first time joel miller had hugged you. “are you alright honey? did i do something wrong?” he seemed to notice your change in demeanor.

“No, not at all… you didn't do anything wrong” you heart skipped a beat ‘it's just that you've never hugged me before’ you arm went around joel's neck and planted a kiss on his lips.

joel returned the kiss with passion, his mustache brushing against your cheeks. “I think I should hug you more often,” Joe laughed softly, his forehead resting on yours.

“thank you for today… for this” you laughed gesturing to your body ”the pleasure is all mine… darling”

those days that followed with joel in your house were incredible, now sharing a room - and a bed - with him didn't seem so bad… and something deep down in your heart told you that it wouldn't be the last time joel stayed at your house.