SADIE We made it to the weekend, but I was still shaken up by the incident with Megan’s dad. She seemed all right, but I kept a close eye on her to make sure she wasn’t struggling with any anxiety or fear like I was. There were moments when I would catch her staring off into space, apparently lost in thought. I’d ask her what she was thinking about, and she’d give me an odd look and insist that she wasn’t thinking of anything. I didn’t believe her, but I didn’t push the issue either. I didn’t want her to feel pressure to process things she wasn’t equipped to process.Still, I wanted to help her. I wanted to reassure her that everything was going to be okay…though I didn’t know how I could do that. I was just her nanny, after all. I wasn’t her mother or aunt. What could I say to her that would possibly make her feel better? What could I say to assure her that her father wouldn’t harm her? I couldn’t even be certain that was true, and I didn’t want to lie to her.I hated to admit it,
“What’s that?” I asked, trying to contain my glee and surprise.“I’m going with you,” he stated. “I don’t want you two going anywhere without me right now, even if you have the bodyguards.”I hadn’t expected that. It was a reasonable enough request, and honestly, I was okay with it. After what had happened with Megan’s father, a little bit of backup didn’t sound like such a bad idea. Still, I didn’t want him to know that having him with us would be a relief. There was still that little tension between us, and I didn’t want him thinking that I was incapable of caring for Megan myself. It was a little contradictory, I know, but my pride was on the line. That wasn’t something I was willing to just sacrifice, so I had to put up a little bit of a front.“Are you sure?” I questioned. “That’s probably not necessary. You probably have a lot of work to do, right?”He shrugged. “It’s all right. It can wait.”“You really want to spend the day chasing a seven-year-old girl through a crowded zoo?”
CYRUS In all honesty, spending the day at the zoo sounded like torture. Not because I didn’t want to spend time with Megan, but because I was so stressed about Ralph showing up, I didn’t think I’d actually be able to relax and enjoy myself. Miss Bruns didn’t seem to have the same concern, though. She was all smiles as we loaded up into the car to leave. Maybe it was for Megan’s benefit, as she appeared super excited to be going as well. I put on a smile and tried to act happy in front of my niece, but my mind just kept imagining all these terrible scenarios of things Ralph could do if he caught us out in public. I knew my thoughts weren’t rational given that we would be surrounded by people, but I honestly didn’t know to what lengths Ralph would go to get to Megan.“Hey, you need to relax,” Miss Bruns suddenly whispered to me. She sat next to me in the car. Megan was in the seat behind us, distracted by a book about monkeys that Miss Bruns had brought along.“What do you mean?” I h
I was holding her hand and she nearly got away from me as she tried to dash forward.“Hey, hold on now,” I said with a chuckle, tugging her back. “You’ve got to stay with us, all right? No running off, Meg.”She stopped and looked up at me with wide eyes, clearly eager to get going but struggling to behave.“Okay, Uncle Cyrus,” she replied. “But can we hurry and go look? Please?”“Yes, of course,” I chuckled. “Let’s go.”I shot a glance to Miss Bruns, who was watching us with a small grin. Swallowing, I tore my gaze from her and focused on Megan. We walked down the pathway together, which was lined with multiple enclosures housing various species of monkeys. Megan could hardly contain herself as we moved from group to group. She giggled and pointed at a pair of capuchins chasing each other through the trees.“Look!” she squealed. “Sadie! Uncle Cyrus!”“I see, sweetie,” Miss Bruns said with a nod, squatting down next to Megan. “Do you think they’re playing tag?”“Monkeys can’t play tag
SADIE It was hours later when we finally returned home. After a long day of running around and exploring, Megan was exhausted. She fell asleep on the ride home, and when we arrived, I picked her up out of the car and carried her into the house.“Should we just put her to bed?” I asked Miss Bruns when I reached the bottom of the house’s main staircase.Nodding, she softly answered, “Yes, I think that’s a good idea. Since we had some food before we left the zoo, she doesn’t need dinner.”“Okay,” I whispered, gently adjusting Megan in my arms. “I’m pretty sure she’s out for the night.”Miss Bruns grinned, and we made our way up the stairs to Megan’s bedroom. Before I laid her on her bed, Miss Bruns removed her shoes and pulled the covers back. I carefully placed Megan down on the mattress, and Miss Bruns tucked her in. When we were done, we stood side-by-side and gazed down at the little girl.She looked so peaceful as she slept. I was happy that she seemed to have gotten over the worst
SadieI tried so hard not to think of that kiss. For two days, I did my best to pretend it hadn’t happened and did my best to avoid Mr. Grave. He made it easy for me, going back to his office and leaving the house each day. I know he only felt comfortable doing that because we had extra security stationed with us throughout the day. He wasn’t about to leave Megan unguarded.No matter how hard I tried, though, I couldn’t get the kiss out of my mind. It had been one of the most intense kisses of my life, and it had been with a man I didn’t even like. At least…I was pretty sure I didn’t like him. No, no, I was positive. That day at the zoo had been good, and we had gotten along well enough, but it was because Megan had been with us. We had to be on our best behavior for her sake.Yet, no matter what I told myself to try and dismiss the kiss, I couldn’t shake it. I needed to talk to someone about it, and there was only one person that I ever turned to in such circumstances. I arranged t
Sadie“Abby!” She squealed my name in delight. Several of the other parents and nannies looked our way, and I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me right then and there.“Shhhh,” I snapped. “Don’t make a scene. I wasn’t that big of a deal. It just…happened.”“That kind of thing never just happens,” she insisted. “Who kissed who?”Licking my lips, I sighed. “He kissed me.” But I definitely kissed him back. Not that I wanted to admit that out loud.Nor did I want to admit just how intense that kiss had been. I don’t think anyone had ever kissed me that way before. It had been like he’d wanted to devour me, and I had been all too ready to let him.That part startled me the most…just how willing I had been to be consumed by the man. It was confusing and a little scary. I didn’t like the thought of losing myself to someone else. Especially not someone like him.“That’s so naughty.” She giggled, apparently oblivious to my inner torment. “Look at you. Strait-laced Abby getting naughty w
Cyrus“Mr. Grave? You have a call on line two.”I looked up from the files in my hand to find my assistant standing in the doorway of my office. I frowned.“Who is it?” I asked. “Actually, never mind. Take a message and tell them I’ll call back. I’ve got to focus on this contract, and I don’t want any distractions.” I was working on a major deal for my company that was proving to be a major pain in my ass. The company we were negotiating with was flaky and kept dancing around issues that needed to be addressed, all in the hopes of getting more out of this deal than they deserved. I wasn’t interested in playing their petty games, but the deal itself was so massive, and had such huge profit potential, that I couldn’t simply dismiss them either. I had to find a way around their nonsense, and so I’d declared that I wasn’t to be disturbed for any reason short of an emergency while I worked through this mess.When my assistant didn’t immediately leave my doorway, I gave her a confused and i
“Don’t call me that,” I mumbled.“What, kiddo?” Jaxon had grinned, making my knees weak all over again.I’d shaken my head. “Can you just call me Everly?”He’d held my gaze, his hand still stroking the small of my back.“And I think it was the Everclear,” I mumbled, turning to dry heave at the thought of the high-proof booze that was notorious for making teens wasted.Jaxon had helped me into the house. He’d made sure my dad didn’t wake up. He’d washed my face with a washcloth, carried me into bed as the dizziness took over, gave me a glass of water, and tucked me in. He didn’t call me kiddo after that night.…He swapped to “Everclear” instead.There in the house that summer afternoon, I knew we were alone again. Tara and Amy were outside, my dad was golfing, and Catherine was at a happy hour somewhere. I tiptoed to the door to the lower level, listening for the sounds of him working out, but the lights were off and it was quiet.If frowned, my fingers twisting together as I’d headed
Blurb:Jaxon Hensley stormed into my life, all dominance and raw heat, leaving me obsessed from the moment I saw him. Secretly, of course.No one can know the sweet little good girl dreams of him claiming her in every forbidden way. Or that I poured all my filthy fantasies into a letter meant for the man with piercing green eyes, a sinful body, and a past as dark as his gaze.He’s six years older, works for my family’s law firm, and, oh yeah—he’s my stepbrother.Totally off-limits. Completely irresistible. And exactly what I want.°°°Filthy, scandalous, and so sugary sweet your teeth will hurt. This one’s a heaping dose of wrong in the right kind of way. If an older, dominant, obsessed alpha claiming his untouched heroine sounds like your cup of tea, then you should probably dive right in.°°°Okay, okay, this is officially my last book in the series. And yes, I know I said that the last time... and maybe the time before that. But for real this time! Pinky swear!(≧▽≦)****Cha
EpilogueHazel“These Plans All need to be reviewed by Xavier,” says Cynthia, dumping a stack of folders in my arms. In the year that I’ve been interning at Kearns & Rochat, Cynthia has become a friend, even though I maintain that she’s far too glamorous to hang out with me. “Drinks later?” she adds, as I turn to walk to the door.“Sure,” I say with a smile. It’s only been a couple of months since my nineteenth birthday, and it’s still a thrill to order drinks in a bar. Cynthia and I have been going out after work about once a week ever since I became old enough to drink.It’s nice to have a friend—someone who actually likes me. With Cynthia, I can be myself. She never judges me or turns cruel.I haven’t spoken a word to Christine, or anyone else from high school, since the day of our final exam. For a while, Kye was bugging me on social media, but now I’ve deleted all my accounts. Maybe it’s strange to say, for a nineteen year old with no social media accounts or friends my age to sp
“Stepdaughter,” I correct him. “Ex-stepdaughter.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hazel returning to the table and cringe at my own timing. She smiles curiously at both of us as she takes her seat, probably wondering why we each look so uncomfortable.I take another deep breath. “I was just telling Bob,” I explain to her. “About us.”There’s a half second where she looks confused, like she doesn’t understand what I mean, and then relief washes over her face. “You were?” She blinks incredulously.“Yes.” Her reaction makes me care less about Bob’s. It’s pure joy for me to see her this way. I will do anything to make her happy. It doesn’t matter what people think.“Wow,” Bob says, still looking stunned. “Sorry. This is taking a moment to compute.”“Of course.” I tear my eyes away from Hazel’s glowing face to look at him. “I didn’t mean to shock you. But I do want to be honest with you.”“Yes,” he says emphatically, nodding his head. “Please. Always. Listen, I can’t judge. I had…I mean
Xavier Over The Summer, Hazel and I settle into a new kind of life together, one that feels like a hybrid of our many roles.By day, Hazel takes a pre-university course at the University of British Columbia to improve her chances of admission when she applies next spring. I drive her to school, pack her lunch, make dinner, and take care of her as I always have.But at night, in the privacy of our home, we take on new forbidden roles, exploring a taboo that fulfills something unique in each of us. For me, being Hazel’s Daddy is about more than the taboo role-play. I enjoy the way it intersects with BDSM and allows me explore domination, as well as satisfying my need to express my love through caretaking. Being Hazel’s protector and provider adds a dimension of meaning to my life I didn’t know that I was missing.In our new dynamic, Hazel discovers a sense of security that I see reflected in her confidence. She’s happy and carefree knowing that she can count on me to look after her.Mo
I press the head of my cock against her pussy and rub it slightly against her hole, enjoying how wet it is, before pushing myself in. She’s tighter than ever with the jewel in her ass, and she gasps loudly as I stroke myself in and out of her tight cunt until I have to stop myself abruptly, dropping my head and taking ragged breaths. I’m so close to coming already. I slide myself out with a shiver, heart hammering, and then run my thumbs over her cheeks, admiring the beautiful jewel peeking out between the two firm muscles of her ass.“Do you know how to take it out?” I ask her.She shakes her head. “No.”“You need to push it out, while I pull.”“Oh.”“No need to worry, it will just take a minute. Now do as I say.” I hold the sides of the jewel and pull lightly and she gasps in surprise as it slides out.Her asshole is perfect, tiny and dark pink from the weight of the plug. I place the plug on her bedside table and pick up the lube, pouring it generously over her hole, and rubbing it
Xavier I take a seat on the couch and Hazel obediently bends over my knee the way she’s been taught to do. Although she’s getting what she wants, I’ve turned it around on her, and now she’s nervous. Asserting my dominance, something I hope we’ll incorporate into our relationship more and more, has made this interaction even more enjoyable for me. My cock is getting hard as she stretches out over my thighs.I run a hand up the back of her legs, taking a minute to enjoy the sight of her laid out like this. The uniform is so perfect, so innocent… I love the feel of the rough wool of the skirt, and her childish little knee-high socks. I’ve always wanted to fuck her in her school uniform, and the anticipation of it is making my dick throb.I run a hand up to her ass, over her panties, enjoying the feel of her under my hand. I slide a hand under the fabric and squeeze her ass, and that’s when I notice her panties are very wet. They’re practically soaked through.“Dirty girl,” I growl. “Wha
I turn to see Xavier’s Jaguar rolling up to the curb behind me.It’s one thing to make fun of me, but it’s another thing altogether to see the three of them laughing at Xavier, delighting in their characterization of him as some kind of pervert. A protective reflex snaps in me. I don’t need these kids in my life. And after today, I’ll never see them again.Besides, I think, catching a glimpse of Xavier through the window, what the fuck are they even laughing at? Xavier is gorgeous by anyone’s standard, one powerful hand on the steering wheel, the light highlighting his strong jaw covered in a rough scrape of beard—a few days’ growth I find very sexy. He’s driving a goddamn Jaguar, and what do these boys have going for them? Kye has the Jeep that was given to him by his parents, and Christine has already told me that Eric has trouble getting off because he watches too much porn.These assholes don’t have the right to say anything to me.“Hey, it’s Daddy!” laughs Kye. “You gonna let him
Imagine how she would react if I told her the truth, I thought.But what’s done is done, and once I’d told her that version of the story I had to stick to it, constantly adding new details that I thought might make it more palatable for her. ‘He acts younger than he is,’ I told her. ‘His wife got custody of the kids, so he doesn’t have them anymore.’ Every lie I added to make it sound better only seemed to make it sound worse. At some point, I started thinking the truth would look better in comparison.When the teacher’s phone alarm rings, she orders us to put down our pens and collects our papers, and then Christine and I head to our lockers together to clean them out. It’s our very last day at school. Our last day in this building, our last day as high schoolers. And, I can’t help but wonder, maybe our last day as friends. Ever since I started telling Christine about my older boyfriend, ‘Jack,’ it’s only seemed to make her angrier and more judgmental, like I’ve disappointed her some