Bad Daddy (Dirty Little Lies Duet 1)

“Hello, Violet.” My skin heats at his tone. Hazel isn’t fazed, but my body pulsates at his intense stare. “How’s school been this week for you? Behaving?”

Hazel laughs, answering for me. “Great, considering today when she gave our psych professor her number.” Heath’s eyes narrow, his lips thinning.

“Is that so?”

Fuck. Panic surges through me. “No! I didn’t. It was you who gave it to him. I’m totally not interested. I don’t plan on answering if he calls.”

“Yes, you are!” Hazel butts in. I’m going to kill her.

“Are you going to pick up if he calls, Violet?” There’s so much meaning in his calm tone. I fight not to squeeze my legs together.

“I’m not going to pick up if he calls.”

“You’re so lame!” She turns around and continues with nonsense topics. Heath dismisses me, keeping his focus solely on his daughter. When they end the call, he doesn’t acknowledge or say goodbye to me, and a heaviness weighs on my chest. He said no sharing.

I hope I didn’t just sign my death warrant on our dirty little secret.

Violet

The rest of my week was shit. Ever since the call, I haven’t once caught a glimpse of him. And as pathetic as I am, I check her FaceTime call list. He calls a lot. I’ve been tempted to just call him, convince him it wasn’t me who gave Jim my number, but I worry he’s done with me. I broke one of his rules. By Friday, my stomach is in such knots I text Hazel and tell her I’m not feeling good and am skipping psychology.

I just need a nap and a long shower to wash away all the doubt. Unlocking our door, I step inside. There’s a shift in the air, along with a familiar scent. I search the room, and my eyes land on the man taking up space in Hazel’s desk chair. He looks almost regal, sitting with one leg draped over the other, stealing my breath in his business attire.

“Mr. Winters,” I gasp, surprised to see him here. My mouth is suddenly dry. I’m frozen in place, taking in the two open buttons of his dress shirt that exposes his chest. “Hazel…she’s um…in class.”

Why are you here? Why haven’t you called me?

“I know where my daughter is. She left me the key at the front desk to wait here for her. Told me to check on you since you weren’t feeling well.” He leisurely stands, taking two slow steps toward me. “Are you not feeling well, Violet?” I’m battling to find an answer to his question. His presence is too overwhelming.

“I’m feeling fine.”

“Good.” He eliminates the space between us, leaving me no choice but to back halfway into my closet. “We have rules. You have rules,” he says, dipping low so his breath skates along my neck.

His presence is overpowering, dominating, creating a swirling of butterflies in my belly. “I didn’t answer. He called, but I didn’t answer,” I spit out nervously, a tremor of heat blasting up and down my spine.

“Is that why you’re sick, naughty girl?” His hand grips my yoga pants, and he tugs them down.

“Yes.” My voice is hoarse as I respond.

He pushes my panties aside, thrusting one glorious finger inside me, finding me wet and pulsating. “I don’t share, Violet.” Another joins in. “I. Do. Not. Share.” Each finger he enters is a warning. He doesn’t stop, each thrust rougher and quicker, until I’m grabbing onto his shoulders as my orgasm courses through me. My face falls into his chest, and he allows me a minute to gather my breath.

The moment doesn’t last long before he pushes away from me. His hand raises, coercing my lips open. His fingers, coated in my orgasm, shove into my mouth, and I gag at how deep he goes. “Suck.” I do. “Taste what I get to taste.” I wrap my tongue around his fingers, a new round of arousal igniting in my core. “This sweet cunt is mine.” He works them in and out, seductively fucking my mouth. “Sweet, isn’t it?” In and out. My legs begin to quiver, and I grip his shirt in my fist. “And now you know why I don’t share.” I’m on the verge of another orgasm when he removes his fingers from my mouth.

I’m suddenly being spun around, my hands reaching forward to grab the edge of Hazel’s desk. His mouth is inches from my ear, his breath sending heat to every part of my body. “I thought we had an understanding, Violet.”

“We did. We do. I swear, I didn’t call. I don’t want him. I want you.” His steady breathing has me on fire. He’s completely calm, but I’m on the verge of exploding again.

He cups my sex. “What are you going to do to show me it’s been my cock on your mind and not his?”