All Chapters of Touch Me, Daddy: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Seeing Dora grow and change has been the greatest joy in my life. But she's not the only one who's changed.That cold sensation deep in my gut is all but gone now. It's only there when I have to deal with business, which is why I've decided that it's time to call it quits.I'm going to retire. Put it all behind me.I made it to the top. I became the king of Miami, but when I made it there, I was alone. I had it all, but at the same time, I had nothing. Now I know what having it all really feels like, and all I need is Dora.My competitors can have the city. They can have whatever is left of my empire when I'm gone. Let them fight over the scraps I leave behind. I've got her.I twist a strand of her hair around my finger as she lies beside me in bed. I won't wake her. She sleeps soundly next to me.I inhale deeply. Her scent calms me like a designer drug made just for me. She's all I need now. Her happiness feeds mine. Her soul and mine are intertwined. I love her more than I've loved

My feet crush the wet grass as I walk through the back lawn to the gate. Giordan's men trust me now, so they don't stop me as I exit the property. I'm the woman of the house so they simply give me a nod as I pass. One of them even breaks protocol and gives me a tiny smile.They think they're just doing their job and respecting my autonomy as their boss told them. Little do they know, they're making the biggest mistake of their lives.They'll catch hell for this, and I feel bad about that, but after what happened last night, I have to get out. Get away.It's just too much all at once. And when I woke this morning in a cold sweat, gripped by the claws of a pure panic attack, and looked down at Giordan's dead mother's ring on my finger, I had to act."I want to get you pregnant."I pretended to be asleep when he told me that, and it worked, because he fell asleep on top of me right after. And if I'm being honest with myself, when he was inside of me, making love to me the way he does, I

Four Years Later...This was never the future I pictured for myself. It's miles beyond anything I could have imagined.I'm lounging on the back deck of our summer home in Kennebunkport, Maine with a whiskey in one hand and a half-eaten BLT beside me, watching Dora at work on one of her largest works yet. It gives me such pride to know that I had a small part in getting her career started, and watching her grow into the artist she's become has been one of the greatest joys of my life.Her first show at the gallery in Miami went off better than Amy or I expected, and she had offers on every single one of her pieces. She was ready to sell them all, but I made her keep one of them to remember her first show. It now hangs in our living room and is without a doubt my most prized possession.Aside from Dora and my son, Brian, of course.I tried to convince Dora to not go down the Kardashian route of having every member of our family have their name start with the same letter, but she was dea

Maybe tonight...That's the thought bouncing around my mind all day as I sweep, mop, dust, do dishes, laundry, change bedding, and even move some of Mr. Baxter's old books from the basement to the attic. But as the day goes on and it's nearing my time to go home, my optimism starts fading along with the sun.With a heavy sigh, I trudge to the back washroom to scrub my hands and pack up my bag, when I hear the sound of footsteps behind me. I turn and see Mr. Baxter enter the room behind me, still wearing his suit from the office."Nothing like a hard day's work, eh?" He smirks.Like you'd know. That's what I'd like to say. Mr. Baxter is somewhere in his mid-50s and hasn't "worked" a day in his life. He's one of the three sons of the Baxter family, one of those dynasty families like the Kennedys with so much money it's not even funny. They own a few businesses but have people running them for them. Mr. Baxter likes to make an appearance every once in a while to pretend like he's still i

She's shaking—if not from Pesky Paul, then from whatever it was that had her so upset when she got on the bus before. All I want to do is help her, make her life better however I can."Irina, I'm Jackson." I gesture to the empty space on the seat beside her. "May I?"She answers instantly. "Yes."I don't know what I would have done if she'd said no, but I sure as hell wasn't about to just slide in there like Paul and make her feel uncomfortable if that wasn't what she'd wanted.Even so, there's no denying the primal urge inside of me that has me wanting to strip her bare and fuck her right here on the seat, filthy and raw, let the bus driver see my bare ass pumping up and down. I couldn't care less.I'd run my hands through her hair, pull up her shirt so I could lick and kiss her breasts, and cover her mouth with my hand to quiet her moans so only I could hear them. Then I'd fill her with my cum so it would drip down her thighs when she got up.Goddamn, this isn't like me. I never thi