Fucking My Best Friends Dad

MY BEST FRIEND’S SEXY FRENCH DAD

NATALIE

I’m so excited I can barely breathe. I’ve checked over my bags a thousand times, making sure I haven’t forgotten anything, and I’m just waiting for my best friend and her unbelievably sexy dad to pick me up. I’ve been in love with my best friend’s dad for as long as I can remember.

Annette and her dad moved here from Paris when I was in the fourth grade. We’ve been best friends ever since. I helped her learn English, and I spent just about every weekend over at their house. During the summer, they always spend a month in Paris, and ever since we were little, her dad has been promising to take me along as soon as I turned 18. Well, guess who just turned 18 last month?

I’ve spent my teenage years living like a damn nun because the idea of letting someone else touch me made me feel sick. The boys I went to high school with did absolutely nothing for me. How could they when I had Annette’s dad to compare them to? Everyone ended up falling short. I’m so tired of waiting though. I’ve got 30 days to make him understand that I’m the only woman for him.

When I hear the doorbell ring, I take a deep breath and grab my bags. I’m so nervous I can barely get my feet to move. I make it halfway down the stairs when I get my first glimpse of him. Luc Benoit stands in the open doorway, talking to my parents, and my heart melts at the sight of him. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but I can hear the French accent, and it lights my whole body on fire. He’s tall, with a sculpted, broad chest that would make any man envious and any woman drool over. His dark hair is long enough to always make me have to fight the urge to run my fingers through it. It just looks so damn silky soft. He’s clean shaven today, giving me an unobstructed view of that chiseled jaw of his, and the moment he lifts his brown us up to mine, I forget to breathe. I just stand there like an idiot, frozen on the stairs.

He gives me a sexy grin that has my knees feeling weak, and I’m sure the smile I’m giving him is probably way over the top, but I can’t help it. He just makes me so fucking happy. In the next second, Annette rushes into the house and gives me a huge hug, squealing in happiness.

“This is going to be so amazing!” she says with a big grin on her face. Like a lot of bilingual kids, she speaks both languages perfectly. Her accent only comes out when she’s really tired or really pissed.

She grabs some of my bags as I return her smile. When we get to the front door, my parents pull me into a big hug and repeat the same warnings they’ve been drilling into me for days. Be careful, don’t go out by myself, don’t drink, keep hold of my passport, and on and on.

“I promise she will be safe,” Luc says. “You have my cell number, and you can call me anytime, day or night. I won’t let anything happen to her.”

I smile at his words, almost believing there’s a bit of possessiveness behind them, but I know I’m probably just hearing what I want to. Giving my parents one last hug goodbye, I start to walk past Luc, but the feel of his hand on my shoulder stops me. Goosebumps rise all over my skin, and my cheeks heat up when I realize he probably sees them. He slides the heavy bag off my shoulder and puts it on his own.

Looking up into his gorgeous brown eyes, I manage to whisper a quick, “Thanks,” before walking to the waiting car on very shaky legs. To say Luc is rich would be an understatement. His company is massively successful in both the U.S. and France, and he often travels between the two countries several times a year. Because of the frequent trips, he prefers to use a private jet. I’ve never been on a plane at all, let alone a luxurious private one. I have no idea what to expect. I just hope I don’t embarrass the hell out of myself. I want him to think of me as a sophisticated woman, but I feel very much like an inexperienced kid.

The driver takes our bags and puts them in the trunk while the three of us get into the back. I sit next to Annette with her dad taking the seat across from us. He’s not in one of his fancy suits today. Instead, he’s wearing jeans and a black T-shirt, and he manages to make it look just as sexy. I love that about him, that he can look just as at ease in an Armani suit as he can a pair of blue jeans. He may be rich as fuck, but he’s not the kind of man who’s content to sit behind a polished desk and let himself be pampered.

I try not to stare at the way his shirt hugs his biceps and chest, or the way his tanned forearms look stronger than any other man’s I’ve ever seen. I know I’m failing when I look up and see him looking at me with an amused grin on his face. Fuck, we’re not even ten minutes into the damn trip, and I’ve already been caught out for ogling him.

Annette’s excited voice pulls our attention to her, and we spend the rest of the ride to the airport talking about our plans for the next month. There are so many places I want to see and foods I want to taste. I don’t want to waste a second of this trip, especially when it comes to Luc. That’s where I really need to keep my focus, which shouldn’t be a problem since I can’t stop thinking about him.

When we reach the airport it’s dark, but the airport is lit up enough for me to be able to see. I can’t help but gawk at the private jet waiting for us. Annette laughs at my expression and gets out of the car, already running off to board the plane. Luc waits and offers me his hand, helping me from the car. His large hand engulfs mine, and a shiver of pleasure races through me. His hands are gorgeous, the kind of hands that immediately have me imagining them all over my naked body.

“Are you excited?” he asks me.

There’s something about his question that surprises me, something about the way he’s looking at me that makes me think he’s talking about way more than the trip to France. My nipples are hard, and my panties are soaked, so I answer honestly.

“Very.”

He studies me for a second longer before giving me a sexy grin.

“Good,” he finally says, running his thumb along the palm of my hand.

He doesn’t let go like I’m expecting him to. Instead, he keeps his eyes locked on mine, watching my reaction to his touch. His eyes drift down, noticing the way my nipples are easily visible through my shirt, before bringing them to my lips that are now slightly parted, before finally meeting my eyes.

I can only imagine what they’re telling him. I imagine he’s seeing every dirty thought that’s racing through my brain right now because he slowly gives me a wicked smile that has me letting out a small moan. His eyebrows arch at the sound of it, but he doesn’t say anything, just lets his fingers slide along my inner wrist and palm before dropping his hand.

Before he turns away, he says, “I look forward to spending the month with you, Natalie,” leaving me standing there more aroused than I’ve ever been and just as surprised.

The chauffeur has to give a gentle cough to get my attention, and I’m so embarrassed that all I can do is say a quick thanks and rush to the plane. My nerves don’t calm down once I’m inside. All I can think is Holy Fuck!