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Ashleigh never found it strange when she was between the wolf's legs. She didn't object to his firm paw on her head, pushing her up and down slow enough that her tongue could lick and lather and work on his cock with an eager moan. She didn't feel bad for her behavior, though she knew that she should. She didn't even mind that she was getting paid overtime to stay in Jackson's office and please him as she was so eager to do. The panther gagged when her head was pushed down and her nose was buried in that thick brush of pubic fur that smelled of him so much that she couldn't help but let loose a quiet murmer.

Jackson's suit was prim and tailored to hug his body. Though his shirt remained on, his body and cock were exposed to the cool air. His cock, though, was serviced by Ashleigh, something she was happy to do. He always took care of himself, something she appreciated, but never found necessary. To her, as long as he took care of her needs, she was happy. The panther pulled off, both paws stroking his cock, squeezing and massaging its length.

"Atta girl," the wolf growled, claws poking at her head. She never doubted that she pleased him, but hearing those words always made her stomach well up with a sense of pride. She knew what she was doing and she knew precisely how to make the wolf moan for her, and getting that affirmation from her Dom did make her giddy--as if her whole body was burning with a passion and a lust for the stud-of-a-wolf.

Ashleigh put her mouth around his tip and licked around the tapered head. The rough texture of her tongue made his whole shaft tingle and he couldn't help but to groan. Her paws moved from the shaft to seize his balls and knot in her paws. The feline squeezed each in turn, trying to earn her gift for the day, trying to coax out her boss's cum even as she thought about her girlfriend.

Ah, and there was the guilt again. The guilt that burned like a coal and dampened her all at once. It was wrong. And filthy.

And that was why she loved it.

Jackson pulled on her scruff and then shoved her back down. She whimpered somewhat, but didn't say anything when he started bucking those strong hips into her face. She didn't object when her head was slammed down and held in place. She didn't cry or whimper when his cock rammed her throat and threatened to make her gag. Instead, the panther just closed her eyes and opened her throat, ready for his gift to her, that creamy, wonderful gift she craved more than she cared to admit.

The hot load flew into her mouth and was swallowed down. A few months ago, the panther would never swallow a man's cum. But Jackson had made her crave it. A deep-seeded desire that made her submissive side tingle. Ashleigh swallowed all of his offering, letting the hot cum travel down her throat and into her waiting stomach. The feeling of seed pooling on her tongue lingered as that last shot was left for her to savor. Salty and strong was the taste of that large cock which so often made her groan with aching jaw. Though she might have complained previously, Ashleigh swallowed it down, her blue eyes meeting Jackson's and locking in place. She breathed through her nose, giving his balls a gentle squeeze. Every rope that she caught on her tongue was salty and musky and tasted like him. The way his tongue or his lips or his body tasted all reminded her of the taste that had pooled and traveled down her throat. The taste of him that she accepted so readily.

To be fair, this wasn't all she did at work. Far from it. Most days, the two were very cordial and proper to each other, business-like even. The panther tried to remain professional and normal, in part to try and retain some normalcy even in the awkwardness that permeated through the two. They would still eat lunch together and talk like the old friends they were. It wasn't like they weren't capable of keeping it in their respective pants. However, there was a moment here and there, usually a glance, a look, and a peek up Ashleigh's short skirts where the need was brought to the forefront once again.

Those were the times where they found themselves against the desk, or in a bathroom or in his car at breaks, fucking hard and without remorse, the risk of being discovered making it all the more amazing when his cock would slam into her body and unload his cum as a visible symbol of what the two had done.

Of their betrayal.

Ashleigh pulled away with a loud slurp and grinned up at Jackson, the light in her blue eyes standing out against her black fur.

Jackson panted; his shirt opened thanks to her paws. "W-well, you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself, didn't you?" He said with a chuckle.

Her lips trailed up his stomach to his chest as she slowly situated herself on his lap. His paws were surprisingly gentle when they trail over her body, giving those hips of hers an appreciative squeeze.

"What can I say? I know how to please." She murmured, her lips meeting Jackson's soft and with care, like she would a lover, like she did with Sophie. Her hips moved and ground into his, her wet cunt dragging over that post-coital shaft. "Does Sir want more?" she asked as her claws ran down his chest.

He considered her words for a moment, dragging his shaft between her lips slowly, teasing her swollen, wet sex with a cock as familiar to her as her girlfriend's pussy was.

"Maybe. You might have sucked all I have to give out of me for the day," Jackson rumbled, his eyes weren't looking anywhere in particular and Ashleigh knew that he was lost in his own head.

She stood up and slid her panties back up, giving him a soft kiss. The taste of his mouth on hers made her body tremble with feverish anticipation of what they did just as it always did--of what they were. It wasn't just the sex, but there was something there. A type of care and love. But, it wasn't the same as what Ashleigh felt for Sophie. No, this was more akin to the love she remembered feeling towards her dad. It wasn't that she wanted to fuck her dad, but rather, she had rather complicated feelings towards Jackson. On one hand, he made her squeal and cum the way that she hadn't in so long, but on the other hand, she still saw him as a sort of father figure. It made the relationship the two had even more complicated and it was why Ashleigh had realized that she needed to break it off soon. This was hard for her when he put her in Sub Space with such ease.

Even as those twisting, knotting, thoughts curled around her mind, she didn't stop kissing him. The hint of his cologne underlined the scent of a virile male. Her body rested atop of his and she was, undoubtedly, his toy. Her guilty pleasure.

Jackson tapped her butt and she stood up, watching him tuck himself back inside his slacks and return himself to respectability.

"So, Sophie and I were talking," Ashleigh said, her paw entwining with his right paw, feeling the cool metal of his ring.

"Oh?" he boomed a chuckle. "About what?"

"About you. When was the last time you were on a date?"

His eyes narrowed and he sighed, deep and sorrowful in its cadence.

"It's been some years."

"Why didn't you ever try?"

His eyes closed and he shook his head, banishing the memories from his mind.

"Because I didn't want Sophie to think I was trying to replace her mother."

"Jackson, no one can replace your wife. But you deserve to be happy. Will you think about it?" she asked him, her eyes kind and endearing.

"Okay," he nodded his head, cupping her cheek with his large paw and pulling her in for another kiss.

"Anything else you need from me, boss?" the panther said, eyes close in a moment of bliss.

"I need you to check over the details of my meeting with your mother tomorrow," Jackson said, looking back to his computer.

"W-what?" Ashleigh stared at him, unsure if he said what she thought he said. "My mom?"

Jackson nodded his head. "We're partnering for a few years. They get increased funding for their educational series and we get to use their production facilities for ads or interviews or whatever we need."

The panther took a few steps back and shook her head. "I can't believe you. You're trying to take over my life..."

Jackson blinked at her and cocked his head. "Ashleigh, no. This has been in the work for months now."

"Sure. Right after we started fucking, right?" the panther took a step back and threw her hands up. "Are you trying to force me to stay with you?"

The wolf opened a drawer on his desk and pulled out a stack of papers. There in black and white was a date which was at least month before the two began their affair.

"Don't question me, Ashleigh. You know better than that."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier then!?" The panther snapped, tugging away from his outstretched paw.

"Because I didn't want you to think I was trying to take over your life was it? Besides, your mom was the one who came to us. She thought it would be a great idea and she was right. But these things take time to work out and I didn't think it was going to happen until now. We increased the amount and now your mom's happy. She drives a hard bargain."

The words hung in the air, so obvious but somehow still dubious. It made sense though. And it wasn't like Jackson or her mom had to tell the panther everything either. And Jackson didn't seem to lie to her. She could always catch him on that. With her stomach settling, the panther found herself wrapped in his arms, face pressed into his chest.

Ashleigh wanted him to be happy, happier than she could make him. As much as he loved him--and she did love him--the panther wanted Sophie. And she knew that Jackson would never do anything that would interfere with his daughter's happiness.

Ashleigh only hoped that her plan might actually work, as crazy as it might be. For all of their sakes.

* * *

Sophie sighed and pressed her nose into the crook of Ashleigh's neck and sighed out. The wolf pressing her body against her partner's and staying there, letting the moment last. Sophie was sweaty and a little musky from her workout, but that was honestly how Ashleigh preferred it. It was honest and her. There was no mistake or pretention that the two were connected and entwined when the natural odors were so comforting.

"How was work, dear?" Sophie asked, turning to start the next streamed episode. Her cheek was on Ashleigh's breast.

"It was good. Apparently my mom and your dad have a business deal going on tomorrow."

Sophie looked up and grinned. "Really? I mean it makes sense, your mom's studio is the best in the state."

Ashleigh bit her lip, working through that thought. "But why didn't I hear about it before now? I'm his secretary... My mom tells me everything. I just feel left out of the loop lately."

Sophie pressed a kiss to her cheek. "It's okay. They probably didn't think it would happen. Deals fall through all the time. And Dad doesn't tell me a lot about his business, so I wouldn't take it personally."

Ashleigh nodded and gave her cheek a peck.

"So, um, about what we talked about last week... Do you still think that she'd be a good fit for my dad?"

Ashleigh's paw ran through Sophie's hair, brushing it out of her face, freeing that beautiful face for her to kiss. "I do. It may be a little unconventional, but I think they're just what the other one needs.

Sophie nodded and began the next episode. Her eyes stayed on the TV and Ashleigh found herself petting that soft cheek wishing that this situation were simple once more or that her life hadn't been so fulfilling with both wolves. It was time to change things though. And Ashleigh knew she was making the right choice when she felt Sophie's paw on her own.

* * *

Jackson sat back in his office chair, looking over the paperwork once more. His eyes moved up to Victoria and he smiled at her. Her fur was jet-black with rosettes found if one looked close enough. Her legs were shapely and clearly had been taken care of. His gaze stayed up at a professional level, even as the wolf looked the panther up whenever she turned away. To say that she was stunning sold it short. Simply put, she was a MILF. He'd never enjoyed that term but with Victoria, it felt apt. She was a mother and he wanted her. Her fur greyed ever so slightly and while it had lost a bit of its luster, her coat still had a healthy shine. Her body was kept in great shape and that skirt she wore blended in so well with her fur that he wasn't sure where it ended and those shapely legs began.

Victoria, or Tori as she preferred to be called, was first introduced to him when the girls had celebrated their one year anniversary. He found her beautiful and funny, but didn't think much of it. It wasn't the sort of relationship he felt comfortable pursuing, particularly with the girl's happiness at the forefront of the two parental figures. She was a fierce and proud woman who refused to be patronized or told that she couldn't do anything. Jackson had chalked it up to the loss of her husband, much the way that losing Emily had changed him and made him more receptive to his daughter. He was ashamed to think about it now, but his relationship with his daughter had been rocky before his wife died. The loss had brought them together, but the cost was never easy to consider.

Tori cleared her throat and Jackson looked back up. His ears drooped when he realized that he had been caught in a day dream.

"It seems that everything would be agreeable for us both," he said. His tie suddenly felt just the tiniest bit too tight.

"Perfect," Tori purred. Despite knowing her for as long as he had, Jackson still felt awkward calling her Tori, but she always insisted. "Then it's a deal?"

Jackson pulled a drawer open and pulled out a small box. Opening it, he withdrew a small, black pen with his name in small gold print.

"That's a nice pen," Tori said, with a gentle smile.

"Oh, thank you. This pen was a gift from Emily, my late wife," he said, voice shaking just enough for Tori to register it. "It actually has real gold on the lettering. It's a stupid little trinket, I suppose, but I've used this pen on all my important events: my marriage license, the deed to my house, Sophie's birth certificate, and Emily's death certificate." Jackson touched the tip of the pen to the paper and signed it. He looked up at Tori and smiled with gentle eyes. "Yes. It's a deal."

"Excellent," Tori said. She stood and walked over to Jackson, reaching out her paw for his. The wolf took it and shook.

Their gazes met and there was something there. Something familiar to them both but neither of them could quite place it. It was as if the years of change and life had been stripped away and both were left with only each other, both of them felt that void in their lives. A void caused by loss and grief that had been pushed down and came bubbling to the surface, demanding to be felt from time to time.

Tori's eyes dropped, feeling heat rush to her face. "You know, Jackson, my daughter is just outside. You better not have anything underhanded in mind," she whispered, her lips inched closer to his.

Jackson stood with the mother of his lover so near. Jackson was never sure what to call Ashleigh. She was a friend, a Sub, and... what else? He tried not to think about it too much. It often made his head hurt. The wolf's stomach churned with guilt from what he'd been doing to her daughter--to his daughter too, for that matter.

"Tori..." he whispered. Their lips were close to touching, narrowly avoiding one another. He could feel her each time she breathed out.

Tori pulled away and looked at him. She straightened his tie and smiled. There was a look in her eyes that Jackson knew all too well: remorse.

"You feel guilty, don't you?" he asked her.

Tori nodded her head, wiping away a tear that formed at the corner of her eye.

"Robert meant a lot to me, Jackson." she whispered, touching the old, worn, ring on her finger.

"I understand, Tori. You don't need to explain yourself to me."

She shivered and bit the inside of his cheek. "I, um, I'll get back to you, Jackson." She said her voice so soft he could barely make it out. The panther grabbed the paperwork and trailed out of the room, ears flat to her skull. Jackson didn't even have time to stop her. Instead he just stared at her as she was leaving, his stomach falling.

"So stupid..." he muttered to himself, falling onto the chair. He slouched over and rubbed his eyes. "She still loves him, you idiot," the wolf continued to himself.

There was a knock on the door, and in walked Ashleigh.

"Jackson, is everything okay?"

The wolf slumped down, his head barely above his desk. "No. I messed up. I thought... I thought that Tori might like me. I thought she had feelings for me. I misread that so much. I don't know what I was thinking."

Ashleigh crossed her arms and looked at her boss. "Jackson... You may not like this, but I'm doing this as a friend."

The look on his eyes was burning but Jackson knew she wouldn't drop the issue if he didn't let her speak.

"Okay, Ashleigh. What is it?"

"How long has it been since Emily?"

He softened. The lights in his eyes seemed to darken.

"Twelve years."

Ashleigh knew this would be hard to say, but she had to try.

"Jackson, it's been twelve years and you're always on your own. Sophie and I just don't want you to be alone. We want you to be happy.

He bristled, and his lips faded into a thin line.

"I can't--"

She cut him off. "Jackson, this isn't about you replacing her. None of us want to replace her. I know I never met Emily, but I know how much she meant to you. How much she meant to Sophie. She was your everything, and trust me I know that pain too. My dad died when I was eight. I know it's not the same, but I know loss."

He sighed out, long and drawn out "I knew her since we were kids..." He said, though it felt more factual than to rebut her advice.

"I know. Jackson, you... I want you to put something in your calendar. Sophie and I already have a date lined up for you and we think you'd like her."

His face hardened, angry now. He stood from his chair, slamming a fist on his desk which cried out from the taken abuse.

"I don't need your pity! I don't need that from you." His voice quivered even as his eyes narrowed in anger.

"This isn't pity. This is care. This is love. Sophie wants you to be happy. Jackson, you overcame that loss and raised an amazing woman on your own. She just wants you to be happy as she is wi--"

The panther's voice caught in her throat. She was angry with herself just as suddenly as the guilt was when came crushing back down on her and the knowledge that her churning stomach so often was filled with his seed.

"I want to be happy." He said, looking at her with sorrow. Ashleigh knew that didn't like to yell. The wolf was kind, even when he pretended not to be. "I'm happy with you girls."

Ashleigh pursed her lips and looked at him. "That's not the same thing."

"What do you want from me?" He asked. Quiet. Defeated.

"I want you to be at O'Conner's on Friday night at eight. I want you to dress nice and I want you to be yourself."

His ears lowered.

"Ash... It's been so long and I don't want to betray Em," his voice so soft that she could just make it out.

Ashleigh took a step forward and laced his hand in hers. She brought the large palm to her lips, giving it a soft kiss.

"She would want you to be happy. This isn't a betrayal. It's about finding someone new." Her eyes looked up at his, sincere and kind, wanting the wolf to smile again. The kind and caring and fatherly smile she so love to see on him. Instead, Jackson did something that Ashleigh never expected him to do.

He fell to his knees and clung to her sides, sobbing.

Gross, wet tears dampened her stomach. Her hand rested on his head, running through his hair and trying to soothe the crying wolf. The panther held her Dom's head to her stomach as she watched him break, watched him expose his well-hidden pain for the first time in years. He was tired of being strong with no release. Of being unable to tell his hopes and dreams and fears to someone. He missed Emily so badly.

He missed her warm smile and the way she gasped every time he grabbed her hips to kiss her. The way her body melted to his when he stole a kiss in school and the way she would sigh and drift to sleep in his arms for so many years.

"I miss her, Ashleigh. I miss Emily so badly." He said with a voice that was barely above a whimper. Ashleigh didn't say anything, she just pet his head, trying to reassure him and let him know it was okay. She didn't think any less of him.