“I love you, too, Avery. Let’s get home.”
About HL
HL Nighbor is the author of contemporary romance with an edge. An avid reader, she took the leap into writing and hasn’t looked back since. She has her degree in Accounting and works for her local school district in Washington State where she lives with her husband and two sons.
Visit her at www.hlnighbor.com
Sign up to her newsletter
Bad Daddy
J.D. Hollyfield
He was just like the rest.
Curious.
Hungry.
Naughty.
1
Violet
I fill out my final answer for my psychology midterm just in time for the bell to ring.
“Okay, that’s it. Pens down. Turn your tests in.” Jim, or Professor Wells, clicks on his pen, one, two, three times while he scans the room, trying to catch any last-minute scribblers. I earned the privilege of being on a first name basis with Jim the night he took me in his office to chat extra credit and fucked me so hard over his desk, I ended up soaking his morning lecture.
I roll the tip of my pen along my lower lip, remembering just how hot and naughty he was. God, how I love older men. Maybe it’s because I have daddy issues, but the immature boys at college don’t measure up to men who really know how to fuck, demand, devour. I spent the entire first semester working him up. It started out as subtle advances. Then, one day, I caught his eyes wandering—to my lips—my tits—between my bare thighs as I spread them open for him in class. He was just like every other man: naughty. He wasn’t married, but he should have known better than to take his eighteen-year-old student into his private office thinking temptation wouldn’t get the best of him. I hadn’t been wearing any panties that day and spent the entire class thinking about him filling me deep. When he first pushed inside me, I was so wet, his cock slid right in to the hilt. He loved every minute of it. And hell, so did I.
“Violet! How’d you do?”
I pick up my test and throw my backpack over my shoulder before addressing Hazel, my roommate. “Nailed it,” I brag. As if it matters. Jim will give me a shining grade out of fear I may spill the beans about his little moment of weakness.
“Sweet! Let’s get out of here. If we hit the road in the next hour, we can make it to my house before traffic. My dad should be home by then too.”
Heath Winters.
Real Estate Tycoon. Thick as a log with muscle, probably from all those intense workouts due to always being so angry over his cheating ex-wife. Tan from all his traveling now that his baby girl is in college. And a full head of jet-black hair. He’s nearing forty-five, but looks ten years younger. He’s what gives girls like me orgasms in their sleep. I’ve fantasized about him more times than I can count.
I met Mr. Winters on move-in day. He melted the panties right off me with his fitted jeans and white polo shirt, his muscles on full display, carrying all his daughter’s belongings and helping her get set up. I played the poor, helpless roommate just to get him close to me, inhaling and memorizing the scent of his cologne. I had to have him. And good thing for me, he was just like the rest.
Curious. Hungry. Naughty.
My favorite time of day was when Hazel would Facetime her daddy. I made sure to say hello over her shoulder. To Hazel, it was innocent. But for me—for him—it was the start of something forbidden. The way his eyes betrayed him when they dipped to the low material of my shirts. The biting of my lower lip. The licking of his. The deliberate times I’d be barely dressed in the background as he spoke to his little girl.
He wouldn’t admit his secret desire for me, but I saw it in the way his eyes burned. I wondered if he ever got off the phone and beat off to the thought of me. Pretending his hands were on me. Touching me. If he enjoyed the last phone call when I entered our room fresh from the shower and dropped my towel.
It’s been months since I started poking the bear. Teasing him. And now, thanks to Hazel for inviting me home with her for the weekend, I’m going to see just how far I can get her bad, bad daddy to go.
My smile turns mischievous. We walk down the steps of the auditorium and hand in our papers. As Jim makes eye contact with me, I wink, almost blowing him a kiss. I turn to my roomie, grab her hand, and skip out of class. “Can’t wait! Let’s go!”
The drive takes forever. We end up hitting a ton of traffic, putting us an hour behind schedule. The sun is down by the time we pull up to her house and it’s raining. “Shoot.” Hazel pulls her car into an open spot in the garage next to a Corvette and Maserati.
“Wow, your dad has the need for speed, huh?”
Hazel laughs, shutting off her car, then climbs out. “Yeah. It’s kinda his thing. Since my mom left, he seems to have taken up a lot of dangerous habits.” My brow rises. I’d be lying if I said that comment didn’t turn me on just a bit. “Come on. Let’s go in. He’s home. He’s going to be so happy to see us.”