After riding around ‘til the early hours of the morning, following Daphne’s senses in circles, we finally crashed back at the HQ. So Brian and I ended up in my office, him sprawled on the leather couch under the window, an arm draped over his face as I plop down on my chair, feet perched on the desk as I rub my eyes. “So we have no, fucking idea where my son, YOUR nephew is?” I nod gravely at him, getting up and allowing my feet to guide me to the mini-bar as I pull out a bottle of JB, “Drink?” I find myself offering, receiving a nod in return as I pour a glass and hand him the bottle. I think he’ll need it. I hope I don’t have to explain things to him. I’m not in the mood for explaining why my father would kidnap a child. I drop into my seat behind the desk, booting up my laptop as I tug at my piercing with my teeth. I haven’t a clue as to where my father would be hiding, I always swore I’d never get involved with him. I stare blankly at the screen, a frustrated sound escaping my lips, “Where would the bastard take him!?” I hiss, getting up and pacing back and forth, hands clasped behind my back as I started to run through all possible locations in my head. Pausing I drop onto the sofa beside Brian, who’s head’s in his hands, shoulders shaking slightly. I’ve never had to work with distraught parents before so, sheepishly, I slide an arm round his shoulder to comfort him, only to have him bury his face into my neck and sob. Awkward much? “It’s okay, I’ll find him, I promise!” I whisper, running my fingers through his silky locks as he looks up at me. I’ve only just focused on his face when I feel his lips on mine, his tongue asking for entrance. I freeze, realising if I open my mouth, he’ll feel my fangs but I give in, returning the kiss and meeting his tongue with mine. He moves me so I’m straddling his lap, his arms round my waist whilst mine have made themselves at home round his neck. My brain is telling me to stop it, that he’s a client and you don’t fuck your clients. My body’s telling me to hell with all those client etiquette rules, just fuck him. His hands slip under my top, tugging it off and dropping it on the floor, his thumb running over my nipple ring teasingly, causing me to moan gently as I tilt my head back, feeling his lips on my throat, kissing and sucking gently. I wriggle on his lap, his hard on digging into my thigh as I tug his wife beater off so it joins mine on the floor, my fingers tracing every contour of his abs, into the dip of his belly button. Brian’s hands are on my pants, ripping them open, all caring gone as he flips us over so I’m under him, my pants on the floor with my underwear leaving me naked. I watch him drink me in before he tosses the rest of his clothing on the floor. All reasonable thoughts have vanished as he puts my legs on his shoulders, positioning himself, kissing my as he pushes in past the first ring of muscle. I gasp in pain, eyes closing but its gone immediately as, with one swift thrust, he pushes the rest of the way in. I groan gently, pushing against him as he starts to thrust into me, slow at first but speeding up. His tip brushes my prostate with each thrust, my moaning getting louder, glad I have soundproofed walls. Brian’s fist closes round my cock as he stars jerking me off, bringing my closer to the brink as he slams into me almost painfully hard before I shoot over our chests, the muscles of my ass clenching around him and taking his hot seed deep inside of me. He collapses on my chest, his breathing irregular as he closes his eyes, sleep claiming him as I lie there, his cock still buried deep within my ass when it dawns on me we never used a condom. What have I done?