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CHAPTER 8

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Zara’s POV

The command dropped between us like a stone in still water. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t think. My knees hit the cool tile floor and I looked up at him from below, chest rising and falling fast. The position felt… right. Deeply, shamefully right.

Dom’s expression shifted. The professional mask stayed, but something darker and hotter rose beneath it. His eyes raked over me—lingering on my full breasts straining against the open collar of my shirt, on the way my skirt had ridden up m
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  • DADDY'S CURVY OBSESSION   CHAPTER 15

    Zara's POVA few songs later the crowd around the table thinned out a little, and a guy stepped up with his hand stretched toward me.“Come down before you fall,” he said, smiling up at me. He had light brown skin and dimples and an easy kind of cute that didn’t feel dangerous. Grey hoodie, tall, the kind of smile that probably got him what he wanted most of the time.I took his hand and stepped off the table. My feet hit the floor a little harder than I meant, and he caught my elbow to steady me. The rum was still swimming in my head, but not enough to make me stupid. Not yet.“Thanks,” I said, pulling my hand back.“Any time,” he said. He didn’t let go right away. “I’m Lincoln.”“Zara.”“I know,” he said, and the smile got a little wider. “Everyone in this room knows. You were incredible up there.”I laughed. It felt good to laugh. I let him hold my hand for another second because he seemed harmless and the compliment landed nice and the rum had made the whole night feel sof

  • DADDY'S CURVY OBSESSION   CHAPTER 14

    Dom's POV My car was in the faculty lot and I got to it and got in and sat behind the wheel for exactly thirty seconds before I started the engine.I was being irrational. I knew that. I knew it clearly and I started the engine anyway because knowing something was irrational and being able to stop doing it were two different things when the thing in question was Zara Pierce drunk at a college party with a man’s hands on her arm and that look on his face.I pulled out of the lot.The drive was eleven minutes. I knew because I watched the clock on the dashboard and counted them while I drove and told myself calm and reasonable things about why I was doing this.She was a student. A first year — second semester but still effectively a first year. She was twenty-one and drunk at a party and that was entirely her right and entirely her business. I was not her father. I was not her stepfather anymore. I was her professor and the appropriate response to seeing a student in a party vide

  • DADDY'S CURVY OBSESSION   CHAPTER 13

    Dom's POVI was locking my office door at half past ten when I heard them.Two male students in the corridor ahead of me, walking slowly, both of them looking at the same phone screen. I was not paying attention to them. I had my bag over one shoulder and my keys in my hand and my mind was already on the drive home and the papers I needed to finish grading before Friday morning.Then I heard one of them say it.“Bro. Her ass though. Look at it.”I did not react. Students said things in corridors. It was not my business or my concern and I kept walking.“The way she’s moving man. That’s insane.”I was almost past them.And then I heard the laugh.It came from the phone speaker — small and tinny the way phone speakers always made sound — but I heard it clearly and I knew it immediately and completely the way you knew certain sounds before your brain had finished processing that you had heard anything at all.I stopped walking.I stood in the middle of the corridor with my key

  • DADDY'S CURVY OBSESSION   CHAPTER 12

    Zara's POVBy the time the room had gotten louder and warmer and the dancing had gotten less self-conscious — mine included — I was purely and simply in the moment. Just the music and the movement and Bri next to me laughing at something and the pleasant warm looseness of being slightly tipsy at a party on a Thursday night in January when you had been carrying something heavy all day and had finally, for a little while, put it down.Bri pulled out her phone.“We need to document this,” she said, holding it up like she was about to conduct an important interview. “The people demand evidence that we are, in fact, hot and having fun.”She made three videos in a row — pointing the camera at the crowd, then at herself doing something ridiculous with her shoulders, then grabbing my arm and pulling me into frame. I laughed at something she said and she caught it and announced that was the one. Then she switched to the front camera and we took selfies. Her arm around my shoulders, my arm

  • DADDY'S CURVY OBSESSION   CHAPTER 11

    Zara's POVThe Delta house was already loud when Bri and I got there.We heard the music from half a block away — bass heavy and relentless, rattling through the cold night air like it had something to prove. Light spilled from every window of the three-story house, yellow and warm against the dark, and there were people on the porch, people on the steps, people leaning out of upstairs windows yelling down to friends on the lawn. The front door was wide open like the house had given up trying to contain what was happening inside it.Bri grabbed my arm and pulled me up the steps.“Do not lose me in there,” she said over her shoulder, already moving faster.“You literally just told me not to go without you and now you’re the one walking faster,” I called after her. “Make up your mind, woman.”She ignored this completely and pushed through the front door like she was on a mission from God.The heat inside hit me like a wall after the cold outside. Body heat and music and the smell

  • DADDY'S CURVY OBSESSION   CHAPTER 10

    Dom's POVI turned from the board, marker still warm in my hand, and the entire lecture hall snapped into razor-sharp focus the second my eyes landed on the third row.Zara.Twenty-one years old now, and fuck, she had grown.The girl I remembered from four years ago — the quiet sixteen-year-old who used to sit across the dinner table watching me with those wide, curious eyes — had become something that hit me like a freight train straight to the cock. She sat there in a white fitted top that looked painted on, the thin cotton stretched obscenely tight across the full, heavy weight of her breasts. Those tits were magnificent — round, plush, straining the buttons so hard I could see the delicate lace of her bra underneath and the stiff little peaks of her nipples already poking against the fabric from the January cold. Her trousers hugged the generous curve of her soft belly and the wide, delicious flare of her hips, disappearing between thick, plush thighs.Jesus Christ.She was

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