Daddy's Boss (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 20,680
3 Ratings (4.7)

Lori Kinsley is tired of trying to save her father. He gets into one mess after another, and it’s only because she promised her dying mother that she’d keep an eye on him that Lori helps him. He’s now stolen from one of the most dangerous men in the city, Dawg Hampshire, and it’s up to Lori to pay the price.

What does Dawg want? Simple, he wants her.

Dawg has been planning this from the first moment he saw Lori. When she agrees to belong to him, he doesn’t intend to scare her off. He’s in this for forever. He’s seen the darkness in her eyes and intends to find out what put it there. When he learns the truth and Lori’s biggest secret, Dawg knows he will do everything in his power to protect her so she never has to witness that kind of brutality again.

But can Lori allow herself to fall in love with a man who kills? Does she even want to? And when Dawg’s “business” puts her life is in danger, will Lori pick the safety of Dawg’s arms, or leave him?

Be Warned: anal sex, voyeurism

Daddy's Boss (MF)
3 Ratings (4.7)

Daddy's Boss (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 20,680
3 Ratings (4.7)
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She didn’t want to be thinking about his cock. He stepped toward her, and she turned so that her ass rested against the sink. “What’s wrong, Lori?”

He’d said her name twice now, and it wasn’t helping her at all.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asked.

“I happen to really like this club. No other reason.”

She stared at him, and couldn’t detect any lie. Rubbing at her temple, she glanced past his shoulder.

“What’s the matter, Lori?” he asked.

“Why do you keep saying my name?”

“Because I like it. I like it when you say mine.” He stepped closer, trapping her against the sink and his hard body. The heat coming from him was too much. Her hands landed on his shoulders, and she had every intention of pushing him away. The moment she touched him, however, all of her plans went out of the window.

Gripping his arms, she stared at his lips.

They looked so hard and firm. She’d felt them against her skin in the little pecks that he gave her.

Would it really hurt to have a taste?

Her pussy was on fire, her nipples tight. She wanted to fuck him, no doubt about that.

Then why deny herself the pleasure?

He’s a killer.

So are you.

At that simple reminder, she went onto her tiptoes at the same time, running her hands to the back of his head and pulling him down to kiss her. She whimpered the moment his hands touched her, and she wanted more. She didn’t want him to stop, not for a second.

They landed on her back, pulling her against him before gripping her ass tightly as he dragged her close.

She tightened her hold on his hair at the base of his neck, whimpering as his own touch did the same. There would no doubt be bruises from him, and she didn’t care. Instead, she basked in everything he did to her.

He lifted her up and placed her on the counter between the two sinks, his hands moving from her ass up to her dress straps.

Dawg took the straps and eased them down her shoulders, exposing her tits to his view. “They are so fucking perfect.” He cupped them in his palm, his tongue peeking out to flick each tip in turn. She whimpered as the pleasure went straight to her pussy. With him standing between her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, pulling him close, not caring that they were in a bathroom.

His touch made her melt, and finally provided her the relief she’d been hoping to get in the past two months. No, not the past two months, for a long time before that. Every time Dawg had stared at her in the past, he had this look that always made her think of hot, dirty, sweaty sex.

She’d known it would be explosive between them.

Thinking it was one thing, feeling it was quite another.

She didn’t want him to stop, and she feared that she’d never want him to.

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