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  There is no substitute for experience, and sometimes, only an older man will do...

  Carnal Publishers authors join together to offer three hot tales of a younger woman finding bliss with an older man.

  Kristianna Sawyer offers up serendipity in "Erin's Unexpected Lover": Erin finds solace from the heartache of her breakup in the arms of her ex-boyfriend's father.

  Kris Kollins offers a tasty treat in "Sweet Candy": Candy is all grown up, and her best friend's father is suddenly noticing just how much with the help of an empty house, a rainy night, and a too-tight T-shirt.

  Tina Parker rounds out the collection with stinging good fun in "Spanking Stacia": Stacia wants to pass her physics class so badly that she'll do anything to get Professor Drake's attention. Anything, including wearing short skirts with no panties. Once she has the older man's attention, what will she do with it?

  Carnal Publishers and Kristianna Sawyer reserve all rights to Erin’s Unexpected Lover. Any resemblance to people or places is a coincidence. Please respect the copyright by not sharing this work. Permission of the author or publisher is required to copy any part of this work. All sexually active characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  © Kristianna Sawyer, 2013

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  On the night Erin decides to give in to her boyfriend’s increasingly pressured demands for sex, she discovers Chip has already moved on. Devastated by his cheating, she finds sympathy in an unlikely person—Chip’s father. Jared comforts Erin, but his soothing caresses change to something more. She will lose her virginity as planned, but to an unexpected lover in an all-consuming tide of passion that allows no room for thinking about little things like condoms or consequences…

  Chapter One

  “You’re just being selfish.”

  “No, I’m just not ready yet, Chip. I want it to be special.”

  He scoffed. “I’m not special enough for you? It hurts my feelings, makes me think you don’t trust me, when you tell me no all the time.”

  She wrung her hands, frustrated and overwhelmed. “I do trust you, Chip, but you can’t expect me to have sex with you in the backseat of your car.”

  “Fine, then don’t.” He sat up and clambered back over to the front seat, not waiting for her to right her clothes or even sit up fully in the back and put on a seatbelt before turning on the engine and peeling out of the lookout point’s parking lot. A few minutes later, he dropped her off at her house. “You can’t expect me to wait forever, Erin. A man has needs.” Then he drove off with a squeal of tires against the road.

  That had been two nights ago, and Erin couldn’t help reliving the fight over and over in her mind as she drove across town to the Maxwell residence, where Chip lived with his father. She had done some hard thinking and finally decided she was holding back on sex because she was afraid of it hurting. Chip cared about her, and he would do his best to make it not hurt. She might be a virgin at nineteen, but he was twenty and had already had several girlfriends, so he would know how to be a tender lover.

  Erin hoped he wouldn’t still be angry with her. She had gone to a lot of trouble to prepare for him tonight, planning to surprise him with her surrender to his increasingly urgent requests for lovemaking. After two months, she supposed it was time, and it certainly wasn’t unreasonable of him to expect their relationship to deepen. It was the next natural step, and she’d been silly about holding off so long.

  Chip’s dad owned the largest house in the area. The three-story home sprawled across the edge of a bluff overlooking the ocean. The place had tight security, and she used the badge Chip had recently given her to let herself in through the electronic gate. She drove her third-hand car up the winding drive, parking near the circular loop that ran around the front of the house.

  Erin took a moment to flip open the mirror on her visor and assess her appearance. She’d curled her hair and left it floating free in a cloud of amber-brown that framed her heart-shaped face and offset her tawny eyes. Makeup had subtly emphasized the shape of her lips and highlighted her cheekbones. Thankfully, her older sister knew a lot about beauty, working at a salon, and had assisted her with the evening’s preparations.

  After adjusting her breasts to better hide her nipples, she smoothed down the lime-green fabric as she got out of the car. The dress and matching platform heels were loaners from her sister, who was fully supportive of her decision to press ahead with giving Chip her virginity.

  The clear platforms were hard to walk in, but she’d mostly mastered them by the time she climbed the marble stairs and reached the front door. The butler opened it a moment later, wearing a fierce frown.

  That made Erin frown. She’d been to the house several times, and Mr. Edwin had always maintained a neutral expression, much like the sentinels at Buckingham Palace. To see him displeased was disconcerting. “Um, hello, Mr. Edwin.”

  After a second, his expression cleared, resuming its accustomed blandness. “Good evening, Ms. Pennibaker.”

  “I’m here to see Chip.”

  “Of course.” With what appeared to be a deep sigh, he escorted her inside and waved up the stairs. “Master Maxwell is in his room, miss.”

  Feeling bemused by the butler’s strange reaction, she made her way up two of the three flights of stairs. Chip’s room was on the second floor, so she’d never had reason to venture to the top floor, where Jared Maxwell had his living quarters. His dad was a little intimidating, so she tended to shy away from his presence.

  When she reached Chip’s door, Erin thought about knocking, but hesitated. In her mind’s eye, she pictured slipping inside, untying the two bows that kept the wrap-dress on, and letting it fall to her feet. He would be shocked, and pleased, to discover she wore nothing underneath.

  Emboldened by his perceived reaction, Erin twisted the knob and opened the door quietly. She stepped past the doorjamb, hands on the bow at her side, but froze. A gasp escaped her, followed by a choked cry. She shook her head, wanting to deny what her eyes saw.

  Chip was on his bed with a naked woman. His bare ass jiggled rhythmically as he plowed into his partner, who was cooing and calling his name in a squeaky voice that sounded a bit like a pigeon.

  “Chip?” Even as she said his name, begging for some excuse, something to let her believe she wasn’t seeing what she was, her heart shattered in her chest. The guilty way he froze, and then jumped off his partner, broadcast his actions just as clearly as the sight of him fucking her. “Oh, Chip.”

  “Erin?” He frowned, looking disconcerted for a moment, before his expression hardened. “What are you doing here?”

  “I…” No way was she going to reveal what her plans had been. Plans that had withered and died in a second. “Oh, never mind, you bastard.” Tears scalded her eyes, and she wanted to turn and run from the room, but something kept her rooted to the spot.

  Without making any attempt to hide his nudity, Chip shrugged, facing her fully with his still-hard cock waggling around. “What’d you expect? If you don’t want to act like a woman, it’s your fault I had to go elsewhere. I’m
done playing virginal games with you, Erin.”

  “And I’m done with you.” Erin’s hands shook as she ripped off the necklace he’d given her a couple of weeks ago. It was the only thing she wore besides the dress and shoes. It cut into her neck a bit, but she didn’t really notice the pain as the metal broke. With all her strength, she hurled it at the boy she had foolishly thought she loved and spun on her ridiculously high shoes.

  Tears scalded her cheeks, and a sob broke free from her as she left his room, racing toward the stairwell. Her damned shoes picked that moment to fail her, and she went flying, landing hard on her butt. The pain of her tailbone colliding with the hardwood floor made her cry out, and new tears spilled from her. She wasn’t even entirely sure if she was crying because of Chip’s betrayal, the pain in her ass, or both.

  “Erin, what’s going on?”

  She looked up at the sound of Jared’s slightly stern voice above her. He loomed over her in a black silk robe that gaped open to display a generous expanse of her ex-boyfriend’s father’s chest. Erin averted her eyes and tried to stand up. To her surprise, Jared bent down to lift her into his arms.

  She should protest and insist on walking, but it was nice to have warm arms holding her, offering her comfort, even if their owner didn’t realize he was doing so. Erin buried her face against the silk of his robe, letting her tears soak into the expensive material.

  He carried her up the stairs, but she didn’t pay much attention to their surroundings until he lowered her onto a chaise lounge a few minutes later. As Jared sat beside her, she swiped at her cheeks and looked around, startled to find herself in what must be the older man’s room. It was luxurious, but tasteful, and she briefly marveled that people lived like this every day.

  He patted her back. “Tell me what’s wrong, Erin.”

  No, his voice wasn’t stern. That was just a natural note of authority, she realized. Nodding, she whispered, “I fell and hurt my bu…self.”

  “Poor girl.” He frowned. “Surely not all this is because of a fall? And why wasn’t Chip there to help you?”

  She sniffled. “He’s too busy with the girl in his room.”

  Jared’s handsome features conformed into an expression of sympathy. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” He rubbed her back in small circles. “My son is an idiot.”

  Erin shook her head. “It’s my fault.” Tears leaked from her eyes anew, and she bent forward, not hesitating to accept the shoulder he offered.

  “How could it be your fault?” he asked, his voice rumbling through his chest against her ear.

  “I wouldn’t…” She sniffed again, trying to regain control. “I wasn’t ready to sleep with him, so he found someone who would.”

  Jared cursed. “That idiot.” He hugged her tightly. “I’ve always tried to teach Chip to go for substance over flash, but he has too much in common with his mother.”

  His words were a nice balm to her shaky self-esteem, but she was compelled to argue. Looking up, she met his gaze, unable to help noticing how soft his gray eyes were. “I shouldn’t have been such a baby about it.”

  Jared frowned. “How old are you?”

  “Nineteen.”

  He grimaced. “You have plenty of time yet, and there’s no reason to rush into sex. Are you waiting for marriage?”

  She shook her head.

  “Religious reasons?”

  Again, Erin shook her head.

  He tapped her chest very gently with one finger, centered on her heart. “So, look in here and figure out why you weren’t ready to have sex with Chip.”

  She wrinkled her brows, really thinking about it for a long time. “I guess I just didn’t quite trust Chip.” The admission embarrassed her, and she looked away, breaking eye contact with Jared. It was odd to admit she didn’t trust his son, but that was the truth. In the back of her mind, she’d always half-expected Chip to return to his player ways. Of course, she’d been naïve enough to think he’d actually break up with her first.

  A gentle hand on her chin forced her to look back at him. “That’s good. You trusted your instincts.”

  Erin wiped at her face, suddenly conscious of just what a mess she must be. “I didn’t completely. Tonight, I was going to sleep with him.” She whispered the confession, licking her dry lips. Her gaze flew up when Jared moaned softly. “Are you okay?”

  He nodded, but still looked a little pained. “Wait here.” He got up, tightening the tie of his robe a bit, as he walked out of the room through another door. When he returned with a wet cloth, she assumed that room must be the bathroom.

  Erin held out her hand for the washcloth, but he ignored it. Instead, Jared sat down beside her again, as close as before, and began cleaning her face with gentle strokes. After a few minutes, he nodded, looking satisfied. “That’s much better, honey. You don’t need all that junk anyway.” His perfectly shaped lips formed a warm smile that made her stomach clench. “I personally prefer you in your usual state.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Maxwell.” For some reason, his kindness triggered another round of tears, and she went back to his arms willingly, actively seeking out the comfort his body provided. His firm body. Jared was a warm, solid presence against her. With a little start, she realized the man holding her was quite muscular, and his skin was a welcome heat burning through the thin robe covering him.

  She was embarrassed when her nipples suddenly tightened to hard little points. Erin lifted her head, searching his expression. “I, I think I’m okay now, Mr. Maxwell.”

  “Jared,” he said in a throaty whisper.

  She nodded, but didn’t have the temerity to use his proffered first name. “Um, I should go now.”

  Jared cupped the back of her head, his thumb gently caressing the line of her jaw. “Maybe you should wait a few more minutes, to make sure you’re composed. I couldn’t bear it if you were in an accident because you left too soon.”

  “Okay.” She licked her lips, watching the way his gaze followed the action. Her body tingled with the beginnings of arousal. “Thank you for being so kind. He’s your son, so I’m surprised you didn’t side with him.”

  Jared arched a brow. “He may be my son, but I’m well aware of his faults. My ex-wife has a taste for gaudy, flashy, easy crap, and Chip is just like her.” His thumb continued stroking her face, and it was both soothing and arousing. “To lose a woman like you for some quick pussy is shortsighted, but he’s young.” Jared sighed. “Young people seldom realize the value of what they have.”

  Her face flushed bright red at his use of the word pussy, making her feel gauche and silly to find it startling. “You’re very nice to me, Mr. Maxwell.”

  “Jared,” he reminded.

  “Jared,” she said softly, getting a thrill from saying his name. “I’m glad I found out before I had sex with him,” she said with a decisive nod.

  “Absolutely. Your first time should be special, with someone who appreciates you.” Imperceptibly, he drew her forward a bit, though still not touching her besides with his hand on her head, and the other hand on the middle of her back. “You’re too beautiful and precious to waste on someone as shallow as Chip.”

  Forbidden thoughts were creeping into her mind, along with fierce, undeniable yearnings overtaking her body. Her nipples were harder than ever, and her slit throbbed with desire. Each swipe of his thumb across her jaw made her shiver. She knew Jared must be at least twenty years older than she was, but she was finding that less important with each minute that passed. Feeling the need to escape her own urges, she said, “I really need to go.”

  “I’ll miss seeing you around here, Erin,” he said with a hint of sadness. “It’s become one of the highpoints of my day. Well, evening,” he said with a chuckle. “I suffer from terrible insomnia and usually end up working most of the night and sleeping part of the day.”

  Which explained the robe. She suddenly wondered if he was wearing anything underneath it, or if he was as bare as she was in her thin dress? Could two layers of f
abric be all that was separating their naked bodies? Cream dampened her pussy at the thought, and she shifted restlessly, inadvertently bringing herself closer to Jared.

  Shyness and a tinge of fear urged her to stand up, and she struggled to her feet. Once again, the cursed shoes orchestrated her downfall, this time causing her to land squarely on his lap. Erin gasped as the hardness of his erection nestled against the wet heat of her folds. Her dress had been displaced during the fall, and only his black robe separated them.

  His cheeks took on a ruddy hue. “I can’t apologize for my reaction to your proximity, Erin, but I’m sorry if I’ve embarrassed you.”

  She blushed. He’d made no attempt to deny she was the cause of his erection, and he made no apology for it. It was heady to know this older, sophisticated man wanted her. Was she embarrassed? No, not really, though she wouldn’t deny feeling flustered. “It’s okay,” she whispered shyly, eyes on his chest instead of his face, both because she was feeling insecure and because the tanned expanse of skin, dusted with black hair, was mesmerizing. Her fingers clenched as she imagined grabbing a handful to anchor herself as she leaned forward to kiss him. She could never be that bold, so she sat there, waiting to see what would happen next.

  His hand cupped the back of her head again, grasping strands of her hair to gently pull up her head. “I can call a cab for you and have your car driven home, or I can let you walk out of here and drive yourself home, or…”

  “Or?” she prompted, holding her breath.

  “Or, you can stay the night with me, and I’ll show you just how special your first time could be, Erin.” Jared lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers in the lightest of kisses. “You have to decide what you want and take responsibility for the decision though.”

  Chapter Two

  Erin craved another one of those kisses, but deeper and longer. Her hands itched to touch him, and she couldn’t resist conjuring mental pictures of the two of them tangled on his massive bed. “I’d like to stay, Jared,” she whispered, still feeling timid.