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Book Twelve: Guilty As Sin.
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All For You, Daddy 2: Harriet.
"That's too bad..." I say, circling the desk in his direction. "Because unfortunately, planning a party requires a lot of input from the client. You." I perch myself on the lip of Locke's desk, immediately to his right. And I cross my legs slowly, letting him peruse my thighs. Letting him catalogue my garter belts and a hint of pink panties. "We'd have to work closely together to make sure everything runs...smooth. And tight."Once upon a time, I was something of a flirt. Some even called me a tease.I've always enjoyed being a little daring with my wardrobe. For myself. My own enjoyment. Frilly underthings, sexy clothes and new makeup trends are my jam. Unfortunately, men expect a certain behavior out of me because of my clothing. But I am not a seductress. I've had a boyfriend or two in the distant past, but ever since what happened and I found Locke? Other men don't exist for me anymore. There is only this man right in front of me. I'm compelled to establish a physical connection w
All For You, Daddy 3: Locke.
From the second-story window of my home office, I stare down at the driveway and watch the hot brunette climb out of her pink Jeep.I've never seen anyone more beautiful in my thirty-two years.Beautiful and young. Carefree. Bubbly. Social.In other words, my opposite.Harriet.She's in icepick heels and a skirt that barely covers her incredible ass. She's smiling. I recall that smile almost as much as the wicked hard-on she gave me yesterday at work. At work. I couldn't stand up for three hours after she left, my dick was so stiff. My heart seemed determined to beat out of control long after she'd sashayed through the aisle of ogling coders and out the exit. It's all starting again and she's not even in the door.Now, she leans across the driver's seat to retrieve a folder from the passenger side, causing her skirt to travel upward and reveal hints of two supple buns. A nude-colored thong. And those thighs. They're so long and tan—and shiny. How the hell does she get them like that?
All For You, Daddy 4: Locke.
I clear my throat hard. "Would you like something to drink, Harriet?""Yes, please," she answers with one of those bright smiles. "Anything is fine. Seltzer, soda, water...""Lemon lime seltzer?""Perfect."I take the can from my fridge and pour it into a glass, sliding it across the island in her direction, rather than get too close. But when I do that, when I avoid going near her, I watch her smile dim and sadness dance through her brown eyes. Painful, burdensome sadness that doesn't belong anywhere in the vicinity of this bubbly girl.My heart jolts up into my mouth at the sight of it.What was that?Did I cause it?"W-well..." she begins unevenly. "Have you given any more thought to what you would like to see at the Halloween party?"I want to address the sadness, the desolation I glimpsed in her, but it's gone now. Did I imagine it? "Uh...no. Not really. I'm sorry.""That's okay," she says, straightening her shoulders. "I have lots of ideas. Why don't I rattle them off and you ca
All For You, Daddy 5: Locke.
The teeth of my zipper bite into my bulging erection, making my laugh sound more like a groan. "I've never danced in my life, Harriet. I have no idea how.""If you ask me nicely, I'll teach you."And then she's coming closer. Walking her fingers along the surface of the island, slowly cutting a path in my direction. "What...right now?"She shrugs a delicate shoulder. "Now is as good a time as any."That's what she thinks.My dick is currently harder than steel. There will be no hiding it."I-I don't think that's necessary, Harriet, but thank you." I start to back away, but then she's in front of me—and I can't move. I can't function, because she's so fucking beautiful up close that my windpipe closes. Oh my God. Does she even have pores? Why isn't she acting in movies? More than her looks, however, there is this sweet vulnerability to her that is making me want to kneel at her feet. How can she be trembling when she's a million miles out of my league? "Harriet...I can't."She slides a
All For You, Daddy 6: Harriet.
I press my face to the smooth bamboo of the cabana wall, staring through the gap toward the Olympic-sized swimming pool in Locke's backyard.Why isn't he swimming?He always swims on weekday mornings. It's his ritual.Wake up. Down a cup of black coffee.Drop his sleep boxers and tug a Speedo up those enormously thick thighs. Watching him through the windows of his house as he treks to the pool, still half sleepy, is usually the best part of my day. But he's not here. He's not even home. Did he go somewhere last night?Is he with a woman?"No," I whisper. My legs give out at that possibility and I sink down to the floor of the cabana, hugging my knees to my chest and rocking. I'm an idiot. I'm such an idiot. Why did I come on so strong yesterday? Of course he thinks I'm a gold digger. Of course he suspects there is something wrong with me—because there is. I need help. I'm not only infatuated with Locke Atwood to the point that I stalk him like it's my job. I'm also keeping a terrible
All For You, Daddy 7: Harriet.
I take my usual route to work, stopping at my usual bakery for coffee. But it's not a typical morning because I didn't see him. I'm restless and everything is moving in a sluggish motion, voices and car engines ringing in my ears, like I'm trapped in a fun house. I'm going through Locke withdrawals, aren't I? Yes, that's what this is. And it's twice as intense because I've touched him now. Spent time with him. I didn't get my daily dose.Didn't—I stop short when I walk into my office.Locke is...here? Or more likely, my mind is playing tricks on me.He can't really be sitting in our client reception area, holding a bouquet of flowers, his mouth moving, as if he's silently rehearing a speech. What is happening?I try to fill my lungs with oxygen, but I can only manage a gasping half-breath. "Locke?"He looks up at me abruptly, dropping the bouquet. And when he bends down to retrieve it, muttering under his breath, his knee bashes into the coffee table.His wince of discomfort causes d
All For You, Daddy 8: Harriet.
God, this is like a dream.My skin is fevered, sensitive, my core clenching painfully. Needy. I lean up and press our lips together, licking the seam of his mouth lightly. "Do you want to give me an orgasm, Locke?""Yes," he chokes out. "Please."How is this real? This big, gorgeous genius is all but shaking with the need to please me, his erection like a torpedo in his pants. He has no idea how easy this is going to be. Getting me off. I'm already poised right on the edge just having his undivided attention.I slip off the desk and slowly, slowly tug my skirt up to my waist.Swaying my hips side to side, I peel down my panties, all the way to the floor. Then I straighten. I lean back against the desk and let him look at my bare sex. I'm dripping wet. Waxed. All for him. And he makes a hoarse noise, nostrils flaring, yanking hard on his collar."Do you know where to touch me?" I question quietly, taking hold of his tie and pulling, bringing his body closer. "Or do you want me to show
All For You, Daddy 9: Locke.
It's raining. The sky is an eerie shade of gray, the air rife with electricity.The hair on my arm stands on end. A sick feeling weighs down my stomach.I haven't been able to think straight since walking out of Harriet's office yesterday morning. I alternate between feeling like a stranger in my own skin...and feeling at home there. The name I called her is unconscionable. I've never said those words out loud in my entire life, never even thought them about someone. And yet, when her perfect mouth was panting against mine, my thumb stroking the slick flesh of her pussy, those words felt like the most natural thing in the world. When she said, "Tell me what I am," it was as though someone whispered the answer in my ear, telling me what she would like, what would finish her.That whisper was right.As soon as I called her a little slut, she started shaking, moisture rushing around the spot where I touched her. During those moments where she panted through her orgasm, it was very diffic
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