Lahat ng Kabanata ng Touch Me, Daddy: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Sadie is trembling. Her muscles shudder under my palm as I stroke her back, and her thighs twitch as she spreads her legs wider. Steady breaths float up from the sun lounger—she’s counting inhales and exhales—and I’d stop, I’d call this whole thing off, panicking that she’s stressed, if she weren’t so desperately slick and needy. The evidence glints in the starlight.She wants this.My perfect little assistant wants me as badly as I want her. Those hips tilt up for me, urging me to take her already, and when my shaft nudges against her entrance, she lets out a strangled moan.“You’re sure?”Because I’d never hurt her. I’m going to love this woman until the day I die, and there’s no rush; we don’t need to do this tonight. I could dress Sadie again, take her inside, bundle her into a hot shower and order takeout to stop her stomach from rumbling. That works for me too. It would still be the best night of my life.But: “Please,” Sadie begs, ass wiggling from side to side, coaxing me on.

My name is Tessa Hayes, and I have a confession to make.I have a thing for older men.Mr. Hampton, my bulky, sexy, blue-eyed, charming neighbor has set my world her world ablaze ever since he came into town five years ago. I've touched myself to thoughts of him blowing my back every night. I never get tired. The crush doesn't fade as the days pass by but instead grows into an unhealthy obsession.The stumbling block? My best friend and colleague, Kya. Mr. Hampton adores her. I've seen the way he looks at her. The way he swoons over her. He's even asked me for help in winning her over.And I agreed. Stupid me.Kya doesn't like him. Well, not as much as I do, and I'm done holding back anymore.Mr. Hampton is mine. And I'll show my big bad daddy just how much of a good girl I'm willing to be for him.---------------------------1 - Tessa.I will always remember the day I saw Mr. Gregory Hampton for the first time.It's permanently seared into my brain. He rode right through the center o

I have a sigh of relief when after the fourth ring Kya picks up, her voice solemn. "Hello?""Kya, what is the matter?" I ask quietly.It's been very weird between us this past month. Our relationship had been on smooth sailing. Late date nights, trips to the beach, grabbing ice-cream together after her shift at Sofia Cafe, and even hiking. Then we'd schepple back home for mind-boggling sex, then leave each other in the morning with a goodbye kiss.But ever since the month began, everything took a turn for the worst.I'm trying to keep afloat, but it's affecting my well-being. I love Kya. I love her a lot. "You didn't even say goodbye this morning. What have I done this time? Why are you torturing me?""Greg, please," she sighs. "I'm not torturing you. I...you don't understand. Work these days...""Don't give me that excuse," I cut her off, my voice thickening. "This has nothing to do with your job, and you know it."She stays silent for a few minutes, the wall that's been building sin

“A coffee, please.” My customer is so quiet, I barely hear her above the soft music and the hum of conversation. The girl offers a wobbly smile, clutching at the strap of her white canvas tote bag. It’s midafternoon, but from the exhaustion lining her pretty face, from the shadows under her eyes, you’d think it was 4am. “The biggest one you have. An extra shot too, please.”“Coming right up.” I set to making her monster coffee, but I can’t help glancing back over my shoulder at my blonde waif of a customer. Curiosity always gets the better of me. “Long day?”I recognize her, but I don’t know her name. Must’ve been a couple years away from me in school. Or maybe she’s that rare sort of person who moves out to the desert, seeking answers under the huge, starry skies.Her green eyes are far away, but the customer jolts back to herself when she hears me chatting to her. “Oh. Yeah, sorry. I haven’t been—haven’t been sleeping.”Ouch. Yeah, we all get a bit of that here in Woodstock, especia

Things get to a head a week later, after Greg drives me home from another late shift."Shit," I cuss as I rummage in my backpack for my keys, hissing and blaming myself for being so forgetful. Because I always lose my keys in my bag, it always takes me forever to find them, but this time...I dig harder, sweat prickling on my lower back. God, I'm tired. Swaying on my feet.Across the driveway, Greg pauses by his own front door."I've got it," I call, since I don't want him waiting out here while I scrabble around like an idiot. "I've definitely got them. They're here somewhere."Greg grunts and lets himself into his house, the door closing with a snap. But he must have known on some level that I'm full of it, because when I stomp over there and knock on his door ten minutes later, it flies open right away."You left them at work?"He's already jiggling his own keys, getting ready to drive me back again. There's no anger on his face, no irritation. If anything, he seems eager to get ba