Banging Daddy’s Friend Calvin
Ebony Booty, Book 1
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-63475-002-8
[ Contemporary Erotica, MF ]
Ebony is hungry but not for food. She wants her father’s friend Calvin — a silver fox who is thirty-years older than her and just as hungry for it as she is. She just has to convince him of that fact without her father realizing she’s offering.
Note: This title has no chapter breaks. Please enjoy the first scene.
Ebony pushed back from her desk and stretched her arms over her head, finally letting her muscles relax after five straight hours hunched over her keyboard. Another project successfully completed and off to her client. She had a few hours to kill before the next hit her inbox.
Male laughter filtered through her bedroom door. Daddy was home early and he had a guest. It was only right to go say hi since most of the family friends didn’t know she had returned after her brief stint of independence.
Life had gotten so much easier once she’d let her parents talk her into moving back home. Her financial life, anyway. Her sex life had taken a major hit.
The sooner she found a way to work sex partners into her new arrangement, the better off she would be. What she needed was a guy with his own place who wouldn’t turn clingy after a few rounds between the sheets. She wanted to fuck, not to date.
Daddy knew a lot of cute guys, most of whom worked for him at his auto shop. Maybe he’d brought one of them home.
Ebony ruffled her kinky, black, shoulder-length hair, going for the tousled look, and decided a quick change of clothes was in order. Loose sleep shorts with no panties—not that she owned any—and a tiny tank top that left her belly bare were the perfect bait for any fish interested in a nibble. A few tweaks made her nipples taut so the outlines were visible through the thin fabric of her top and finished her preparations.
She trotted down the stairs, braless breasts bouncing and jiggling with each step, and headed to the kitchen where her father and his guest were seated at the table. “Hi, Daddy.” Hugging his shoulders, she kissed his cheek. “You’re home early.”
“Hey, Tot.” Daddy patted her arm. “It’s a slow day so I ducked out. Don’t tell your mother.”
“I won’t.” Ebony turned her gaze to the guest. “Hi, Mr. Heath. Long time no see.”
Calvin Heath, who lived at the end of their dead-end street, returned her smile and appearing a bit surprised. “Ebony, it’s good to see you. Red didn’t mention you were home. Or are you visiting?”
“No, I’m home. I couldn’t make it in the cold, cruel world alone.”
Daddy rubbed her arms. “Brenda and I wanted her home. You should have seen that fleabag apartment she was in. I couldn’t get her out of there fast enough.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” She gave him a squeeze.
Calvin chuckled. “You’re too easy on her, Red. But you always spoil your girls.”
“Guilty,” Daddy said with amusement in his voice. “Not all life’s lessons have to be tough. My Ebony is a good, hard-working girl. There’s no reason for her to work herself to death to afford a meager living when she can just stay here.”
“What he said.” Ebony released Daddy and went to the fridge to check for food. All she found were ingredients. At least there were grapes to tide her over until dinner. She grabbed a bunch, ran them under some water and then put them in bowl.
“So what do you do, Ebony?” Calvin’s blue gaze lingered a little too long on her sizeable breasts.
She pretended not to notice, but made sure to carry the bowl of grapes low so she didn’t impede his view. “I write copy for different companies. Advertisements and e-mails and stuff like that. I also do light design work—logos and site banners.”
“Does that pay?”
“Really well, now that I have a list of clients.” Pulling up a chair, she stepped onto it and parked herself on the kitchen island. She smiled when Daddy glanced over his shoulder at her.
“Why are you sitting on the island? You know your mother doesn’t like that.”
“You won’t tell her my secret and I won’t tell her yours. Deal?” She winked and popped a grape in her mouth.
Daddy laughed with a shake of his head and faced Calvin. “I can’t complain. She comes by it honestly.”
Calvin said, “She always was a handful.”
“But enough about me,” Ebony said with a roll of her eyes. “What were you two laughing about before I came in?”
“Calvin’s horror stories of his divorce.”
“You got divorced? I’m sorry.” No she wasn’t. Calvin Heath was the epitome of a silver fox. His short business-cut hair had gone gray but the color looked good on him. If he colored it, which he shouldn’t, he would appear a lot younger. He had a toned physique from years of working with his hands and a light tan from doing that work outdoors. He was about four or five inches taller than her and distinguished and had the kind of mature handsomeness that made women’s panties wet. Or in Ebony’s case, her shorts.
Calvin snorted. “I’m not. Almost thirty years of marriage and she decides to run away with some young thing she met on the Internet. Joke’s on her, though. He cleaned out her bank account the second she put his name on it. Her mother told me.”
“You talk to your ex’s mother?”
“She talks to me. She refuses to believe we won’t get back together, but we won’t. I’m just glad my ex got robbed after the divorce was finalized and our assets had been separated.”
“Karma works quickly sometimes.”
“Indeed it does.”
Daddy said, “I was telling him he needs to get himself a flashy car and a young girlfriend.”
“And I told your father he’s nuts. I’m too old to be having a midlife crisis.”
“You’re not old, Mr. Heath. Besides, having a young girlfriend is what men your age do.” Ebony grinned at him. “Just let me know. I have a bunch of friends I can introduce you to.”
Calvin laughed and wagged a finger at her. “Don’t you dare. I’m enjoying being a bachelor and having my house to myself.”
“You sure?” Ebony glanced at the back of her father’s head to make sure he wasn’t looking before sliding her thighs open. Cool air wafted over her hot pussy, which was in Calvin’s sight line—and he was definitely looking. “Very sure? Girls my age like older men.”