Free Desire's Golden Dreams by Tish Domenick

out there?”
    “I talked Dad into riding back home since we were only about an hour away from the ranch house. He didn’t argue much. He was just as anxious to get back to see his new wife.”
    “What’s it like having a stepmother?”
    “It’s okay. She’s the polar opposite of Mom, thank goodness.”
    “Does she have a sister for my dad?”
    “She has two, both married. Are you in bed, yet?”
    “Getting ready.”
    “What are you wearing?”
    “What would you like me to be wearing?”
    “How about that hot pink shorty nightgown I got you for your birthday?”
    “Okay, I’m getting into it now.” She wasn’t, but why ruin the image he had of her.
    “Now, hike it up around your waist as you get into bed.”
    “Done. What next?”
    “Lick your fingers and play with your pussy.”
    “Ah, yes. I wish they were your fingers, but it feels good. Are you in bed naked?
    “The only way to sleep.”
    “Stroke your cock for me.”
    “Wait while I get a towel.” He returned quickly. “Are you still fingering yourself?”
    “Waiting for you to join me. I’m pinching my nipples while you get set.”
    “I see those nipples in my dreams. I’m set and pulling on my cock. Thinking of you in that nighty does it for me.”
    “I’m sticking my fingers in and out and in circles. Ah, I found my clit. It’s wet and silky and really wants your tongue. Oh, I’m close. I’m holding the phone on my shoulder and using one hand on my cunt and the other on my nipples. How close are you?”
    “I’m there. Come with me, babe.”
    “Yes, oh Bolt, I love you. Ah, ah, ah….”
    Bolt was silent for a few seconds. “That was good, babe. It wasn’t as good as fucking you, but I’m exhausted.”
    “Goodnight, love. I’m tired, too.”
    “Hey, I didn’t ask you about your evening. Did you have fun?”
    “Not really anything to tell. Talk tomorrow if you’re in cell-phone range.”
    “Goodnight. I love you always and forever.”
    Hannah snuggled under the covers. As she drifted off, her image of Bolt morphed into Slim. She dreamed about the strange afternoon in the mine with a ghost. Dare she keep going back?
    Hannah awoke with a start. Disoriented, she went to the window and was hit by direct sunlight. Almost noon and she felt like she hadn’t slept at all. She tugged on skinny jeans, a tank top, and a sheer tunic. A maid was changing linens in her father’s room.
    “Has Dad gone to the office, Lee?”
    “A long time ago, Miss.”
    “On Sunday?”
    “He said he only had to pick up some papers and he’d be home for a quick lunch with you. I’m to pack a bag for him. He’ll be going to New York this afternoon. He has important meetings there tomorrow.”
    “It must be time for lunch soon. I’ll go down and order eggs Benedict for me.” She skipped down to the kitchen. She’d have the whole day at the mine since Dad and Bolt would both be away.
    Lunch with her father was brief, but pleasant. He suggested she take a few days off since whatever work she had might have to be revised anyway depending on how his meetings in New York went.
    Hannah handed her father his briefcase at the door. She kissed his cheek and he hugged her tightly. Their partings were always melancholy affairs. He’d tried to draw her out at lunch and to listen to her ramblings, but his mind was MIA as usual. Apparently, being a high-powered executive in banking and in several other business concerns these days was a stressful, never-ending series of crises.
    Hannah watched the limo drive away. Her father already had the phone to his ear. She sympathized with him. He had an empire to hold together, not only for himself, but for her, their Tolliver relatives, his stockholders, and employees. He took his responsibility to the banking community and future generations of his and his deceased wife’s families seriously. She wished he’d felt the same loyalty to her when she was growing up.
    Now, she was an adult and she had Bolt. She