“Okay,” Bastian said. “If that’s what you want. Obviously, we’ll set up a trust fund for Stephanie and I’ll pay you a monthly allowance for her too.”
“I don’t want your money,” Rachel said instantly.
“Good,” Bastian smiled. “Because it’s not for you. It’s for Stephanie.”
Rachel smiled and shook her head but Bastian went on.
“Look, Rachel, I don’t think you’re some sort of charity case or anything like that, if that’s what you’re worried about. You have a nice house and it’s obvious Stephanie is well looked after. But I’m her father and it’s my duty to help provide for her.”
“Okay, fine,” Rachel agreed. “But before we go any further, I need you to promise me something. Promise me you’re not going to see Stephanie a few times and have her get attached to you and then get bored of her and never show up again.”
“I promise you that won’t happen,” Bastian said. He reached across the couch and took one of Rachel’s hands in both of his. She felt her senses begin to stir at his touch, her clit starting to pulse. “I want to be as active in Stephanie’s life as you’ll allow me to be. And not just in Stephanie’s life. In yours too.”
“Bastian, don’t,” Rachel said. “This isn’t about us. It’s about Stephanie.”
Even as she said the words, she was moving closer to Bastian, closing the gap between them, and she knew if he kissed her now, she wouldn’t even attempt to stop this from happening.
“I know,” Bastian said, although his tone told Rachel he didn’t really believe that for a second. “Listen, Rachel, there’s something I have to do. Something I should have done a long time ago. Once that’s done, then we can maybe talk about us.”
“There is no us, Bastian,” Rachel sighed. “We’re from two different worlds.”
Bastian didn’t correct her, but he didn’t agree with her either. Instead, he just smiled.
“What is it that you need to do?” Rachel asked. “You made it sound rather ominous.”
“I guess it is. But it’s something I need to do. I hope you understand why,” Bastian said. He stood up. “I have to go to Houston and take care of Lewis. What he did to you, Rachel… what he’s done to hundreds of other women—it’s not right. And it ends now.”
“Wait,” Rachel said, getting up and taking Bastian’s hand again.
“You don’t think I should do it?” Bastian asked, narrowing his eyes at Rachel.
“I think you have to do what you have to do. But not yet, okay? Not now. Not today. Just spend these next few hours getting to know Stephanie.”
Bastian nodded and allowed Rachel to pull him back onto the couch. Rachel relaxed a little when Bastian agreed not to go yet, and that was when she knew that she couldn’t bear to watch him walk away from her again. Before she could stop herself, she moved closer to Bastian and rubbed her lips gently over his.
“Rachel…?” Bastian said, his breath tickling her lips.
She ignored him. This wasn’t a time for words, it was a time for action, and she was going to let her body do the talking for her. She knew they had no future together, but they had the next hour or so while Stephanie slept and she intended to make it the best hour of her life.
She pressed her lips tighter against his and this time, he didn’t try to ask her any questions. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, moaning as it found hers. He reached out and pushed his hands into her hair as she shifted her position and straddled him on the couch. She didn’t waste any time. She began to unbutton Bastian’s shirt. Once it was open, she pushed it down his arms and over his hands. She ran her hands over his taut chest, relishing the feel of his muscles.
Her pussy was soaking wet and she was desperate to feel Bastian inside of her, but she wanted to make this last. If it was the last time they could be together, she wanted to enjoy every second of it. She kept kissing Bastian while she moved her hands lower, unbuttoning his jeans. He moved his hands out of her hair, running them down her back and sides. He cupped her ass and then rested his hands on her hips as she unzipped his fly.
She pulled her lips from Bastian’s and smiled down at him. Stepping back off the couch, she stood up, pushed his knees apart, and knelt down between them. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Bastian’s jeans and tugged on them. He took the hint, lifting his ass from the couch long enough for Rachel to pull his jeans and boxer shorts down to his knees. He kicked his shoes off as he sat back down.
Rachel pulled his jeans and boxer shorts the rest of the way off and took a second to peel off each of his socks. She looked at his hard cock and smiled as shivers of desire flooded through her. She moved closer to Bastian, pressing herself against the couch. She took his cock in her fist, holding it by the base, and then she kissed the tip of it. Bastian moaned and she poked her tongue out from between her lips, flicking it over the tip of his cock, tasting his saltiness.
She parted her lips slightly, still running her tongue over the tip of Bastian’s erection. Putting her lips over it, she sucked the tip into her mouth. She opened her mouth, tucking her lips over her teeth, and then she moved her head down, running her lips over Bastian’s length. She began to bob her head, sucking and moving her lips, licking him with the tip of
