Desire For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 5)

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PIPER

I can’t believe this is now my life. The last two days have been like paradise here. My run on the beach every morning, and Antonio’s fabulous meals… it’s a dream come true. The only thing missing — Branson.

He’s been texting me since he left on his business trip. In fact, we’ve talked late into the night both nights he’s been gone. Branson is due back today, and I can’t help but to feel a wild sense of anticipation at the thought. Not only is he hot as hell, but he’s also gentle and kind. I’ve come to see that in him in just a few days.

I can’t believe my mom was stupid enough to let this man slip through her fingers…

My strides get longer as I warm up on the sand. I smile watching the water rolling in from the ocean. The past few days with him have brought me time to really think about what I want from life, and just how I plan on getting there. Other than running, eating, and my late-night talks with Branson, I have been writing and researching.

Self-Publishing has really become my thing. As a matter of fact, I have already completed one novel.

I talked with Branson about it and he wants to back me fully. He wants me to explore my creative writing ability, which I love so much about him. Having someone who believes in me is an incredible feeling, and just the thought of him being the one to support me makes me glow.

I haven’t had much support since my father died, and the feeling Branson fosters is heady.

Branson is the full package. He might be my ex-stepfather and all, but the more I think about him, the harder he is to resist.

My first book is already being reviewed by the editor I hired this morning. Butterflies rage in my stomach in anticipation. I hope she likes it. Something I love to do might actually become my career, yikes!

My watch beeps, signaling it’s time to turn back. Running always seems to clear my head and being able to run on the beach has been a special treat to my mental, and physical wellbeing in the last few days. I’ve been out looking at apartments too, but I really don’t feel an urge to move from this place.

It’s not even because it’s one of the most magnificent homes I’ve ever been in, let alone seen before, but because this is where Branson is.

The thought of him sends a tingle up my spine. He’s starred in my dreams the past few nights and I can’t help but ache for him in the morning, feeling how wet I am every time. This morning, I opted to take care of it myself,

and as my muscles tightened around my fingers, all I could imagine was his hard cock replacing them, filling me.

Shaking my head, I open the back door and step in.

As I step inside, I’m taken aback spotting Branson standing here in his suit and tie. I blink twice to be sure it isn’t my imagination. Seeing him look all sexy and serious in one, I feel instantly wet. I need to get away.

“Hi, I just went for a run and I’m all sweaty right now. I need a shower.” I’m not sure why I’m telling him this, but he doesn’t respond. His eyes are glued to my body. My nipples aren’t anywhere close to complacent; they tighten at the look in his eyes.

“Alright, well, I hope you had a good trip. I’ll just go take that shower now.” I slip past him and hurry up the stairs, my heart pounding.

I leave the door to my suite open just a crack, and do the same with the bathroom door.

I turn on the shower, and slip out of my sweaty clothes. I slide my hands over my nipples, then down my belly.

Before long, my fingers are inside me, desperate to relieve the ache Branson is causing. It’s unfair that he can do this to me.

I stand in front of the mirror, my eyes on my naked figure, pleasuring myself with the help of elaborate mental images of Branson’s body plastered to mine, and his hands on my breasts.

“Piper, you are killing me,” comes a deep gruff voice from the door.

I turn and look; it’s him. His eyes alive with desire.

Whimpering, I meet his heated gaze. “I can’t help it. I know it’s wrong, but I want you. I need to take the edge off.”

He’s on me before I can take my next breath. His lips slam against mine, kissing me as if he’s been longing for this just as much as I have.

His hands slide down my body, then boost me up onto the counter before nestling himself between my legs.

His palms tread their way to my breasts, his large, slim fingers pinch my nipples, causing me to scream out into his mouth. I buck my hips against his grinding, against the arousal in his pants. I want him inside me. I want him to be my first. I need him to be.

I’m not a total prude. I do have some experience, but they were never the right men to give my virginity up to.