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I've been harboring a dark secret for two long years. I've been fantasizing about my fiancé's father, thinking filthy thoughts that a good daughter-in-law should not be indulging in. So when I catch my fiancé cheating on me, there's only one revenge that will fulfill all my needs.

I'm going to seduce his father. It's dirty and it's wrong, and I don't care. I want him, so I mean to have him.

After this weekend, my ex won't be the only one who calls his father Daddy.

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A Touch of Taboo
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Your Dad Will Do

A Touch of Taboo Novel

Katee Robert

Trinkets and Tales LLC

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Book 2: Learn My Lesson

Book 3: A Worthy Opponent

Book 4: The Beast

Book 5: The Sea Witch

Book 6: Queen Takes Rose

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Book 1: His Forbidden Desire

Book 2: Her Rival’s Touch

Book 3: His Tormented Heart

Book 4: Her Vengeful Embrace

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The Thalanian Dynasty Series (MMF)

Book 1: Theirs for the Night

Book 2: Forever Theirs

Book 3: Theirs Ever After

Book 4: Their Second Chance

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The Kings Series

Book 1: The Last King

Book 2: The Fearless King

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The Hidden Sins Series

Book 1: The Devil’s Daughter

Book 2: The Hunting Grounds

Book 3: The Surviving Girls

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The Make Me Series

Book 1: Make Me Want

Book 2: Make Me Crave

Book 3: Make Me Yours

Book 4: Make Me Need

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The O’Malley Series

Book 1: The Marriage Contract

Book 2: The Wedding Pact

Book 3: An Indecent Proposal

Book 4: Forbidden Promises

Book 5: Undercover Attraction

Book 6: The Bastard’s Bargain

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The Hot in Hollywood Series

Book 1: Ties that Bind

Book 2: Animal Attraction

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The Foolproof Love Series

Book 1: A Foolproof Love

Book 2: Fool Me Once

Book 3: A Fool for;  You

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Out of Uniform Series

Book 1: In Bed with Mr. Wrong

Book 1.5: His to Keep

Book 2: Falling for His Best Friend

Book 3: His Lover to Protect

Book 3.5: His to Take

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Serve Series

Book 1: Mistaken by Fate

Book 2: Betting on Fate

Book 3: Protecting Fate

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Come Undone Series

Book 1: Wrong Bed, Right Guy

Book 2: Chasing Mrs. Right

Book 3: Two Wrongs, One Right

Book 3.5: Seducing Mr. Right

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To every person on Twitter and Instagram that responded to with YES, DO IT. I did it, and it’s for you.


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22


About the Author

Chapter 1


How does one go about seducing their almost-father-in-law? I really, truly do not recommend doing an internet search. The results are heavy on porn and light on answers. In the end, I’m left to my own devices.

That’s how I end up on his front porch in a short black dress and thigh-highs in the middle of January, well after the polite hours of visiting. I’m shaking as I knock on the door, and it’s not purely because the icy wind makes my clothing feel like a laughable barrier.

Despite the late hour, he’s awake. My breath catches in my throat as the door opens to reveal him. Shane. The man who, up until a few days ago, was supposed to be my father-in-law. Funny how quickly things change when you least expect it. Or not so funny at all. I sure as hell don’t feel like laughing.

He fills the doorway, a large man with broad shoulders, big hands, and a smattering of salt and pepper in his hair. He’s in his late forties, some twenty-ish years older than me. Shane frowns as recognition slips over his handsome face. “Lily? What are you doing here?”

“I was hoping we could talk.” I have to clench my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering. Maybe I should have gone with the trench coat route. At least then I’d have a coat.

To his credit, Shane doesn’t make me wait. He moves out of the way and holds the door open so I can walk past him. The first blast of warmth makes me shiver again. Maybe if I hadn’t stood out there for so long, gathering my courage, I wouldn’t be so cold now.

“What did he do?”

I blink and stop trying to rub feeling back into my fingertips. “Excuse me?”

“My asshole son. What’s he done now?” He catches my hand and lifts it between us. My ring finger is markedly empty. Shane skates his thumb across the bare skin, still frowning. Now my shivers have very little to do with temperature and everything to do with desire.

It’s yet another indication of the many ways that my relationship with Max wasn’t operating on all cylinders. His freaking father can do more with a single swipe of his thumb than Max was ever interested in doing with his entire body. Then again, Max and I only ever had polite, friendly sex—which was not what I found him doing with his secretary when I showed up unexpectedly at his office. It’s not what I suspect he was doing with the others I suspect came before her.

I don’t want to get into it right now. I’ve already had four days of tears and raging with my girlfriends, but if I start talking about how I found Max fucking his secretary like the biggest goddamn cliché in existence, I’m going to start crying again.

That’s not why I’m here.

I’m here for revenge—and maybe a little pleasure, too, though the pleasure rates a distant second in priorities.

“Shane.” I say his name slowly. In all the time I dated Max, I called him Mr. Alby. A necessary distance between us, a reminder of what he was to me—only ever my boyfriend’s father. I rip down that distance now and stare up at him, letting him see the pent up emotions I’ve spent two long years ignoring and denying.

I’ve spent two long years ignoring a whole lot.

Shane’s dark eyes go wide and then hot before he shutters his response, locking himself up tight. But, almost as if he can’t resist, he swipes the pad of his thumb over my bare ring finger again. “Tell me what happened.”

“We’re over.” My voice catches, and I hate that it catches. “No going back, no crossing Go, no collecting two hundred dollars. Really, really over.”

He nods slowly and then gives my hand a squeeze. “Sounds like you could use a drink.”

“I could use about ten, but one’s a good place to start.” At least he isn’t kicking me out. That’s a good sign, right? I follow him to the kitchen and watch as he opens the liquor cabinet and picks through the bottles.

He barely glances at me. “Vodka, right?”

“Yes.” Of course he remembers my drink. I bet, if pressed, he also remembers my birthday and a whole host of other details that slip past most people, including my ex.

But then, Shane isn’t most people.

Heat melts into my bones as he methodically puts together a drink for each of us. I don’t know what to do with my hands once I don’t need them for warmth, and the coziness of the temperature is a vivid reminder of just how little I’m wearing. My dress is barely long enough to cover the tops of my thigh-highs and while I’m wearing a garter belt, I have nothing else on beneath the thin fabric of the dress. I’m dressed slutty and downright scandalous and Shane has barely looked at me since I walked through the door.

That won’t do. That won’t do at all.

He finishes with the drinks and I gather what’s left of my courage and close the distance between us, sliding between him and the counter to reach for the glass. Just like that, he’s at my back, his hips against my ass. “Thank you,” I say over my shoulder.

He inhales sharply, but doesn’t move back. “What are you doing, Lily?”

His lack of retreat gives me a little more strength. Just enough to sip the drink and then turn slowly to face him. I have to lean back over the counter to meet his gaze, and a thrill goes through me as he forces me to make the adjustments. He might as well be made from stone. I tip my chin up. “I have a question.”

“Ask it.”

“Last summer, you and Max were supposed to be working, so I was here at the pool.” I can barely catch my breath. “No one was around so I didn’t bother with a suit.”

“Mmm.” The barely banked heat in his gaze is back, flaring hotter by the second. He still hasn’t moved, either to press against me or to retreat. “That’s not a question.”

I lick my lips. “It felt wicked to be out there naked, knowing I was in your house even if you weren’t here. I…” This part’s harder, but his nearness gives me a boost of bravado. “I started touching myself. I felt like such a little slut, but that made it hotter.”

He’s breathing harder now, and he reaches around me to grasp the counter on either side of my hips. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because it’s not anything you don’t already know,” I whisper. “You were upstairs. I saw you watch me through the master window.” I reach behind me to the counter just inside his hands. The move arches my back and puts my breasts almost within touching distance of his chest. “I didn’t know you were there when I started, but once I knew you were watching me, I took my time and dragged it out. I wanted you to watch. I wanted you to do more than watch.” The last I’ve never admitted to myself, let alone out loud, but it’s the truth. “Do you remember that?”

He exhales harshly. “You don’t know what you saw.”

“Okay.” I’m shaking like a leaf. “My mistake.”

Shane still doesn’t move away. “Even if I came home for lunch unexpectedly that day, you were dating my son.” He shifts forward the barest amount, closing in on me. “It would be fucked up if I stood in my master bedroom while you fingered that pretty little pussy. I’d be a monster to have watched the entire thing and fucked my hand while I pretended it was you.”

“Shane,” I say his name like a secret, just between us. “I’m not dating your son right now.”

“What did he do?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

He shakes his head slowly. “You came here with a purpose, but you don’t get to throw yourself at me without sharing the truth. Out with it, Lily. What did Max do?”

I really, really don’t want to talk about it, but the sheer closeness of him makes my verbal brakes disappear. I find myself answering without having any intention of doing so. “He slept with his secretary. I think he wanted me to catch him. Either that, or he’s just really shitty as hiding it when he’s up to no good.” Except that’s not the full truth, but admitting that I think he’s been cheating on me for months and months feels lke admitting that I’m a fool. What kind of fiancé just swallows the lies whole and doesn’t question it when things don’t quite line up?

Apparently the kind of fiancé that I am.

He curses softly. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” It’s even the truth. I will cry and I will grieve for the future I thought would be mine, and I sure as hell will spitefully fuck Max’s dad, but I’m not sorry I avoided tying my life to someone who never should have been more than a friend. Someone who didn’t hesitate to hurt me instead of sitting me down and telling me how unhappy he is. Max is selfish and if I wasn’t entirely happy in our relationship either, I didn’t go out and fuck other people when we were together.

But, as I told Shane just now, we’re not together any longer.

I lift myself onto the counter, putting us at nearly the same height. The move has my skirt rising dangerously, flashing my thigh-highs and garters.

Shane looks down and goes still. We both hold our breath as he shifts one hand to bracket my thigh and traces the point where my garter connect with the stockings. “Lily.” This time, when he says my name, he sounds different. Almost angry. “If I push up your skirt, and I going to find your bare pussy?”

The words lash me and I can’t help shivering. I lick my lips again. “If you want to find out, I won’t stop you.”

“Dirty girl.” He snaps the garter, the sting making me jump. “You came here for revenge.”

There’s no point in denying it. “Yes.”

“I’d have to be a selfish asshole to take advantage of you when you’re like this.” But he’s looking at me in the way I’ve always fantasized about, like he has a thousand things he wants to do to my body and hasn’t decided where he wants to start.

“It’s what we both want, isn’t it?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, I press. “Why not do it?”

He moves his hand to my hip and grips the fabric of my dress, pulling it tight against my body. “I could think of a few reasons. You were going to marry my son.”

I can’t quite catch my breath. “I’m not going to now.”

“You’re young enough to be my daughter.”

I watch the dress inch up my legs with every pull of his hand, baring more and more of me. The sight makes me giddy. It’s the only excuse for what slips out in response. “Should I call you Daddy, then?”

He goes still. Just like that, he releases my dress and the fabric falls back to cover most of my thighs. Disappointment sours my stomach, but he’s not moving back. He skates his hand up my side barely brushing the curve of my breast before he grips my chin just tightly enough to hurt. “Is that what you want, Lily?” He presses two fingers to my bottom lip and I open for him. “You want to call me Daddy while I do filthy things to you that you’ve only fantasized about.” He slips his fingers into my mouth, in and out, in and out, miming fucking. I watch him with wide eyes, but I don’t get a chance to decide if I like it or not before he clamps his remaining fingers tightly around my chin, his fingers almost deep enough to gag me.

Shane leans down and holds my gaze as his fingers stroke my tongue. “You want to call me Daddy while I slip my hand up your skirt and find out what you have waiting for me? While I bend you over this counter and eat your cunt until you come?” It’s almost too much, I can’t quite catch my breath, I really am going to gag, but he gives me no relief. “You want to ride Daddy’s cock?”

Chapter 2

I make a panicked sound and he releases me, sliding his fingers from my mouth. It feels dirty and wrong and I’m shaking with need. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

He searches my face. Maybe he thought he’d scare me off with all that, but instead I’m even more turned on. My hands drop to the hem of my dress. “Would you like to see?”

He looks around as if realizing where we are for the first time. “Not here.” The kitchen faces the front of the house, and with the lights on, it’s only the maple trees in the front yard that keep the neighbors from seeing us.

I hop off the counter and stagger after him on knees that feel like Jell-O. Oh my god, is this really happening? Did I really challenge him like that and now he’s called my bluff? Daddy kink is not on my list of things I wanted from Shane, but I can’t deny that every filthy sentence he spills makes the heat in my blood pulse hotter.

I want to be bad, to be dirty. I want to forget every bit of the last few days. I know the forgetting won’t last forever, but at this point I’ll take what I can get.

I expect Shane to take me upstairs, but he stalks to the living room with its big sectional couch and square ottoman. When it’s pushed together, it basically creates a massive bed, and I’ve always wanted to fuck on it, but Max was never interested in anything resembling public sex. I watch Shane push the ottoman tight against the couch, my heart beating too hard.

He considers me for a moment and then drops onto the couch and situates himself against the back of it with his big legs stretched out. Like this, there’s no missing the way his cock presses against the front of his pants. He crooks his fingers at me. “Take off your shoes.”

After a short silent debate, I stand on the ottoman and walk to him. But when I move to straddle him, he shakes his head. “No. Turn around. Lie down.” When I don’t immediately obey, he moves me how he wants me. Urging me onto my stomach facing the television, my shins and feet bent up against the back of the couch. It feels strange and awkward and it’s made worse by the fact we aren’t touching.

He must sense my confusion, because he rumbles out a laugh as he takes the remote and puts a movie on. “You don’t remember this.”

It’s only when the opening credits of a bullshit action movie start that I go still. “I was lying between you two like this.”

“Yes.” He tosses one of the throw blankets over my lower half and then nudges my legs wider. “Just. Like. This.” And then his hand is there, burrowing under the blankets and sliding up to bracket my inner thigh. “You were wearing a skirt nearly as short as this. Were you hoping he’d finger you right in front of me?”

Embarrassment and desire twine through me. “Maybe.” My breath catches in my throat as his hand shift higher, his rough palm against my bare skin. I swallow hard. “Maybe I was hoping you’d do it.”

“Shameless,” he murmurs. “Let’s see how shameless, shall we?” He yanks the throw off with his free hand and tosses it aside. “Pull up your dress, Lily.”

I reach drown and grip the hem of my dress, inching it up over my ass, baring me from the waist down. “Like this?”

“Good girl.” He tightens his grip on my thigh. “Spread your legs and lift your hips.” As I obey, his hand shifts higher and cups my pussy. We both exhale shakily. I expected him to jump me, to rip off my clothes and fuck me against the nearest available surface. I didn’t expect him to recreate one of the dirtiest near misses we’ve had over the last two years.

“Wet,” Shane murmurs. “Were you that wet for me that day? Would you have let me…” He pushes two broad fingers into me. “You would have, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan. I writhe back against his touch, trying to take him deeper. I feel like I’m on fire, wanton and dirty and unable to stop. “I wanted your fingers so bad.”

Just like that, they’re gone. “You want to be bad, Lily? Prove it.”

I lift my head. “How?”

“Come here.”

I turn around to find he’s spread his legs a little and has his hand palm up on his thigh. His fingers are still wet with my desire, and that might embarrass me if I had room for thought. Shane nods at his fingers. “Straddle my thigh. Right here.”

Understanding dawns, bringing with it another wave of need. I have to grip his shoulders as I obey, and I come down lightly against his palm. Shane rewards me be pushing his fingers into me again. This time, I can’t help whimpering.

“Take what you need, Lily.” He grips my hip with his free hand and urges me to rock against his palm. “Ride my hand.”

I shiver. “Your hand isn’t what I want.”

“My hand is all you get right now. You have to earn my cock.” He smiles, slow and arrogant. “I’m not a little prick who’s desperate to fuck your pussy and chase my own pleasure. I’ll get inside you when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before.” His voice goes hard. “Ride my hand, Lily.” He leans in, his voice low and sinful. “Show your Daddy how prettily you come.”

Calling him that is downright wicked. “Okay,” I breathe. And then I begin to move, grinding against his palm, forcing his fingers as deep in me as I can get them. It’s not enough, but it feels so good and so bad at the same time. It’s made more complicated by the fact that I’m in a familiar setting, but things couldn’t be more different.

Shane watches me a moment, his gaze dark and hungry and then leans down and captures my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. He sucks hard, making me cry out, and then looks up. “Take off the dress.”

I’m only too happy to comply. I wrestle it off me and toss it away. The way he watches me—God, I can’t breathe. My orgasm is bearing down on me, so I slow, wanting to make this last as long as I can. I lean back and prop my hands on the ottoman, giving him view of the long line of my body as I fuck his hand. His jaw goes tight. “You are so sexy.”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

He drags me closer. “I shouldn’t like that so fucking much.” He guides me to lie down between his spread thighs, my legs stretched wide as he drags me until I’m nearly in his lap. “But I do like it, Lily. I really, really do.” He parts my pussy with questing fingers and circles my clit slowly with his thumb. “Do you want to come?”

I think I might die if I don’t. “Yes.”

He’s still tracing me with his fingers, teasing me, examining me. “Tell me what this pretty pussy needs, baby girl. Ask me properly and I’ll give it to you.”

I bite my bottom lip and look down my body at him. Do I dare say it? The alternative—not getting what I want—is unacceptable. “Make me come, Daddy. Please.”

The slow slide of his fingers into me feels obscene in this position. As if I’m just a plaything for him to do with as he pleases. Against my better judgement, my gaze flies around the room. We’re totally exposed here. If someone walked in, there would be no doubt what we’re doing, no hiding how close I am to coming, no missing the fact that it’s his fingers getting me there.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks almost idly as he pumps his fingers a little. “You just clenched around me.”

“I, um…” I drag in a ragged breath. “I was thinking about how exposed we are right now.”

“Not we. You are exposed. Spread out in only these tease of garters.” He spreads my pussy with his free hand and bends down to ghost his exhale against my clit. “You’re thinking about the look on his face if he found us like this.”

I hadn’t been, but now I can think of nothing else. Fierce satisfaction soars through me. I’ve endured so much pain and humiliation because of Max. I’m just enough of an asshole to want to respond in kind. “Maybe.”

Another delicious exhale, the feeling almost enough to tip me over the edge. “I shouldn’t ask…”

I stretch my arms over my head, writhing almost mindlessly against his touch. “Ask me. I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

“When’s the last time he made you come, Lily?” It sounds like it’s dragged from him, rough and brutal. “When’s the last time he worshiped your pretty pussy the way it was meant to be worshiped? Fingers and tongue, over and over again until you’re begging for his cock.”

My back bows and the beginning of an orgasm curls my toes. I’m so close… But Shane’s stopped moving, stopped the heady rise of pleasure while he waits for my answer. I whine and thrash. “Never. He’s never done any of that.”

“He’s never made you come?”

“No.” He never seemed to care, either. Not as long as he got his.

Shock makes his voice harsh. “Not a single fucking time?”

“No,” I whimper. “Not once.”

His curse is the only warning I get before his mouth is on me. Licking and sucking and, holy shit, that feels good. I barely get a chance to enjoy it before I’m orgasming, my toes curling and my back bowing. I don’t mean to grab his hair and grind my pussy against his face, milking every last bit of pleasure from his clever tongue.

I don’t mean to, but I’m not sorry I do it.

Shane shifts me higher on the ottoman and shoves it forward enough that he can go to his knees between my spread thighs. I tense. Most of the time when guys have gone down on me in the past, they’re in a rush, doing the bare minimum to get me ready enough to fuck me. I’m more than ready to fuck Shane, but he’s giving my pussy slow, thorough kisses. Like he has all the time in the world. Like this isn’t even about my pleasure; it’s simply because he’s enjoying himself.

Little by little, I relax, my mind unspooling beneath his tongue and the pressure of his fingers against my thighs, holding me open for him. “That feels good,” I whisper.

He drags the flat of his tongue over my clit. “Stay the long weekend.”

I lift my head. “What?”

He’s watching me closely. “Stay the weekend, baby girl. Let me work out two years’ frustration on your tight little body and worship your pussy. Let me make you come so many times, you lose count.” Another long lick. “Surely that’ll satisfy your need for revenge.”

I can’t think with him working me like this. “But what if he comes to visit?”

“He won’t.” He nips my thigh. “I’ll tell him to stay away if that’s what you want.”

I don’t know what I want. If this is only revenge, having Max catch us should be the ultimate goal. But if he catches us, this ends. I slowly reach down and sift my fingers through Shane’s silvering hair. I lift my hips, drawing his mouth back to my pussy. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll stay the long weekend.”

His answering grin makes me shiver. “Good.” And then his mouth is on me again, resuming his slow tongue fucking.

Even as I tell myself there’s no possible way I could come again, he coaxes my pleasure higher, easing me back to that cutting edge of desire. Quicker than I imagine possible, I’m whimpering and writhing and rolling my hips to grind against his mouth. “Oh my god, why does that feel so freaking good?”

“Because.” He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. “I have nothing but time, baby girl. Nothing but time and your pussy and a whole fuck-ton of patience. You think I haven’t imagined your taste? I finally get it and you think I’m going to rush? No. Fuck no.”

I feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t answer with words, but he answers all the same. Each stroke drives me higher, winds me tighter. And then I’m at the precipice, suspended between one lick and the next, only to freefall down the other side. I come so hard, I shriek and clamp my thighs around his head. Shane wedges his big hands around them to force my legs wide again, to hold me open as he continues his assault until my bones turn to putty and I collapse. “No more. Oh god, no more.”

His dark chuckle promises no mercy. “Lily, you didn’t come here for two measly orgasms.” He’s at my pussy again, dragging his thumbs over my lips and parting me as if he can’t get enough of the sight of me. “So fucking pretty and pink and wet just for me.”

“Yes,” the word comes out as a rasp.

Shane sits back a little but doesn’t stop touching me. He avoids my clit for now, but the slow, possessive strokes against the rest of me is both easing me down and riling me back up. He doesn’t take his attention from my pussy. “I’d like to remember this.”

“Me too.”

“No, I don’t mean like that.” He finally drags his gaze up to my face. My wetness is all over his mouth and chin. He looks like a fucking savage, and I love that he doesn’t care that I’m all over him. We’ve made a mess of each other and, as he said, we’re just getting started. “I want to film you, baby girl. Something just for us.”

I go still. Fucking Shane is one thing. Pictures? Videos? Those are forever, no matter if they get deleted or not. There are always backups upon backups. My body shakes, and I can’t decide if it’s need or concern. “What will you do with it?”

“Remember the weekend when your pussy was mine and mine alone.” He cups me between my thighs hard. Like he’s owning that part of me, all of me. “If it makes you feel better, you can put it on your phone. Decide later if you want to send it to me or not.”

It’s wrong. The woman I was four days ago never would have consented to something like this, let alone actually desired it. I’m already nodding. “Yes.”

Chapter 3

“Don’t move.” Shane rises to his feet and stalks out of the room. I don’t have time to wonder if this is all one terrible mistake before he’s back, my purse in his hands. He tosses it next to me. “Phone.”

I dig it out with shaking hands, unlock it, and pass it over. Shane considers me and then jerks his chin to the couch. “Sit in the corner.”

I obey, moving awkwardly. I lean back against the corner of the couch and spread my legs before he can command me to do it. His tight smile is reward enough. “Good girl.” He stands again and flips on the lights in the living room and turns off the TV. Somehow I feel even more exposed than I have so far tonight as Shane kneels back between my thighs and lifts my phone. “The trees will keep the neighbors from getting nosy.”

“Too bad,” I murmur. I reach up and back to grip the couch. “I think they’d like the show.”

“No doubt.” He pushes the button to start the camera, panning it across my lower body. “Needy pussy. Look how wet and plump you are.” Shane drags two fingers down my slit, parting me obscenely. “So fucking needy. You want my cock, but you don’t get it yet, do you? You haven’t earned it yet.” He pushes a single finger into me and then joins it with a second. “You going to take my cock just as eagerly as you take my fingers?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. I watch him slowly slide his fingers in and out of me until they’re coated with my wetness, until they shine in the camera on my phone.

“That’s right. Watch your Daddy fuck you with his fingers like the dirty little slut you are.” He hardly sounds like himself, his voice going rough and edged. “I think you can take another one.” He wedges a third finger into me. It’s almost too much, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips.

Shane gives me a sharp look. “You take what I give you. Do you hear me? You take my three fingers, and you say thank you when I make you come again.”

Panic and desire wind through me. I want what he’s telling me, but I can’t possibly. “I can’t.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” He drives his fingers into me hard, bowing my back, but before I can adjust, he withdraws and grabs my chin the same way he did in the kitchen, shoving two fingers deep. I’m vaguely aware of the phone pointed at my face, but my attention is consumed by him, by the brutal look on his face. He fucks my mouth with his fingers, forcing me to taste myself there, forcing me to acknowledge that I’m just as much a dirty little slut as I’m pretending to be.

That maybe I’m not pretending at all.

I gag hard, and only then does he slide his fingers out of my mouth, slowly, reminding me who’s in charge with both his pace and his remaining grip on my chin. “What did you say to me?” he repeats softly.

There are tears on my face, but I feel like I’m on fire as I stare at him. I slowly lick my lips. “Yes, Daddy.” My voice is hoarse. It’s strange to talk around his grasp digging into my chin. “I’ll take your fingers and thank you when you make me come again.”

Shane’s gaze drops to my lips and then he drags me to his mouth.

I have spent far longer than I’ll ever admit wondering what it would be like to be kissed by this man. Fantasy doesn’t come close to reality. There’s no tentativeness, certainly no gentleness. He takes my mouth like a conquering king, forcing me wide to allow his tongue, angling me exactly where he wants me. He fucking plunders me. Somehow the kiss is just as erotic as everything we’ve done so far, only made more so that I can taste evidence of myself all over his tongue. I’m all over him.

I forget about the camera. I forget about everything except my need for him. I drag my mouth from his and sob against his lips. “Please fuck me. I need you.”

Shane exhales harshly against my mouth. “There are condoms in the bathroom cabinet. Go get them.”

I don’t question his order. I simply obey, climbing to my feet and hurrying into the small downstairs bathroom to get a string of condoms. When I get back to the living room, he’s on the couch and pulling his cock out. I stop short. Holy shit, he’s huge. Like really, really huge. “Whoa.”

Shane gives me his arrogant grin. “Get over here and get on your Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”

He grabs the condoms from me and rips one open, rolling it over his length as I watch. I can’t catch my breath, can’t do anything but move to straddle him and shiver as he notches his cock at my entrance. I half expect him to drive up into me, but Shane sits back and lets me make this choice. As if I had any other destination in mind when I showed up here tonight. Somehow, through all the hazy reasoning that put me on this path, I never expected to enjoy myself so much.

I let gravity make the choice for me, sinking slowly onto his length. Except that only goes so far. He’s too big to slide in with a single stroke the first time, and I’m left panting and writhing and trying to take him deeper. “God, that feels good.”

“Take it all.” His hands on my hips, slowly, inexorably dragging me down until I’m sure I can feel him in the back of my throat. “There you go.” He sounds almost kind, almost caring, as he impales me on his cock. Shane hooks the back of my neck and then his mouth is on mine again, kissing me like he needs me more than air to breathe.

I fight my way up his cock and then resume my journey, fucking him slowly until my body accommodates, and then moving faster. The rest of the scene registers in between slow blinks. The fact that he’s still fully clothed. How naked I am by comparison. It’s like a continuation of our power dynamic, but I can’t tell if I’m the tempting siren or the submissive. I don’t know which I want to be.

“You’ve wanted this cock a long time, haven’t you?” His voice rips me out of my daze. “Walking around my house in those little teases of outfits, bending over a little too far so I almost see your pretty pussy. You wanted to tempt me.”

“Maybe,” I whisper. “I liked the way you looked at me. I liked thinking about being bad with you.” I never would have done it if things didn’t come to this point… At least, I don’t think I would have. But that doesn’t stop us from spinning out our unforgivable fantasy. I brace my hands on his shoulders and grind down hard on his cock. “I didn’t have to walk in a towel from the bathroom to his room. I didn’t have to slow down every time I walked past your bedroom like that.”

“I know.” He tightens his grip on my hips, urging me to move faster.

“I almost dropped the towel once.” I don’t even know if it’s the truth. I don’t care. “Just to see how you’d react.” I can almost picture it, my new version of the events that day, of catching sight of him in his bedroom, watching me with those dark eyes, pinning me in place. Of letting the towel fall… “What would you have done?”

“Told you to come into my bedroom and shut the door.” He yanks me down on his cock, holding himself deep inside me. “Don’t lock it, though. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To be dirty and to be bad and to fuck me when you shouldn’t.”

“I’m not the only one who wants to be dirty and bad, am I?” I lean down and lick the shell of his ear. “I’m not the one fucking my son’s ex-fiancé right now, am I? I’m not the one who stood a little too close, who watched me a little too intensely, who licked his lips every time my skirt slid a little too high.”

“Yeah, well, it’s my cock you’re riding right now. Not his.” He hooks me around the waist and tumbles me back onto the couch. That’s when I see my phone, carefully positioned to catch the perfect shot to see his cock slide into me. It’s an even better angle now, my body splayed out as he holds himself up and drives into me. Putting on a show for the camera. I can perfectly see my breasts shake with the force of every thrust, can see his cock, slick with my desire, disappearing into me, spreading my pussy with his width. “Who’s cock do you need, baby girl?” he grinds out. “Say it.”

I meet my own gaze in the camera. I have never, ever done anything like this before. Apparently this weekend will be one of firsts. I intentionally look away from my phone, look up to find him staring down at me as if he wants to draw forth every filthy fantasy from my head. I hold his gaze as I say, “Your cock, Daddy. I need your cock.”

Chapter 4

“That’s right.” Shane shoves into me hard enough that it drives me several inches up the couch. “My cock.”

He fucks me like he’s mad at me. Like by showing up here tonight I’ve opened Pandora’s box for both of us and now we can never shut it again. It’s fierce and just shy of brutal, like he wants to punish me for making him want me.

I love every second of it.

This time, my orgasm has teeth and claws and rips me to pieces as I come. I twist and bite his arm, needing some kind of outlet for the pleasure that’s bordering on pain. Shane curses and digs his hand into my hair, prying me off him. His strokes become rougher, more frenzied and he buries his face in my neck as he comes.

I stare up at the ceiling as our harsh breathing becomes the only sound in the room. Part of me can’t believe what we just did. The rest of me is wondering when we can do it again. He asked me to stay the weekend, but surely that’s not what he actually wants? He’s assuaged his curiosity now, slaked his lust. He’ll get me dressed and send me on my way now. Surely.

I’m so busy preparing myself for that swift exit that it takes me several long second to register that he’s leveraged himself up and is searching my face. “Lily.” There’s a note of concern in the way he says my name, as if it’s not the first time.


“Did I hurt you?” He slides his hand along the base of my skull where my scalp is smarting a little from how roughly he yanked me off him. It’s barely a twinge, but I have to fight down the impulse to rub all of me against all of him at the careful way he touches me now, when a few short minutes ago he was manhandling me while spilling filth into my ears. The contrast should be jarring, but it just feels sexy as hell. “Lily, answer me.”

“I’m fine.” My voice is raspy. “Better than fine.” I clear my throat. “Sorry about your arm.”

“It’s nothing.” He clasps my chin, so much gentler than the last time and studies my face. “You’d tell me if I hurt you.” It doesn’t come out like a question. It comes out like a command.

I lick my lips. “Yes, I’d tell you.”

Whatever he sees in my expression seems to be enough for him because he nods and moves off me. Out of me. I whimper a little at the loss and shove the sound down deep. I don’t want him to misunderstand it.

Shane looks down at his cock and grimaces. “Give me a second.”

“Sure.” I manage to drag myself into a seated position by the time he returns from the bathroom, his clothing righted. He looks at me for so long, I brace myself. This is where he ushers me out.

Finally Shane shakes his head. “You still want that drink?”

I blink. “Um. Yes?”

“Lose the garters and tights.” He doesn’t wait for a response. He just walks away, expecting me to obey.

And I do. I unclasp the garters and peel off the tights, and then slip off the belt itself. When he returns a few minutes later with fresh drinks, I’m standing there naked, not sure what to do. We just fucked on the couch, but it feels weird as hell to just sit down.

Shane stops when he sees me and arches his brows. “Problem?”

I lift my hands and then let them drop. “In my head, this ended when we both orgasmed. I don’t know how to handle this.” I motion between us.

If anything, his brows rise higher. “Lily,” he says my name slowly. “You called me Daddy while you came on my cock, and this is what makes you feel awkward?”

Heat surges beneath my skin, and I don’t have to look down to know I’m blushing. “It’s different.”

“No shit.” He walks slowly toward me and passes over my drink. I raise it and take a long sip. It’s cool and fruity and exactly how I like it. Shane drops onto the couch and crooks his fingers at me. “Come here.”

I expect—But then, I should know better by now. If I had a plan coming into tonight, we’ve gone off the rails. Apparently we’re going to keep going off the rails. I let Shane pull me down into his lap and even though we’ve now had sex, I can’t quite get over how much bigger he is than I am. His son is built leaner, but Shane is all broad warrior. Age hasn’t softened him a single bit. He runs his callused hands up my outer thigh to my hip. “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything I didn’t come here for.”

He makes a face. “Not about that. Not about what I’m going to do to you the second I’m recovered.” He gives my hip a light squeeze as if he can’t help touching me, as if he’s not quite sure this is real. “I’m sorry that he was so fucking stupid to throw someone as special as you away.”

“Shane.” I wait for him to look at me. “I really, really don’t want to talk about it.”

“Too bad, baby girl. You came here looking for revenge, and if I’m going to take part in that, then you’re going to have to bend, too.” He skates his hand back down to my knee, a slow drag that might be comfort or might be the beginnings of a new seduction. “I thought I raised him better, but I fucked up somewhere along the way.”

I’m not in the mood to defend either Shane or Max. It doesn’t fucking matter that Max isn’t a total piece of shit, even if he is a cheating asshole. Maybe the relationship felt just as off to him as it did to me and that was his only way of dealing with it. It doesn’t excuse what he did—nothing can do that—but surely I wouldn’t have been touching myself to thoughts of his dad if things were perfect in our relationship. I take another swallow of my drink. “It wasn’t right between us. I think we both wanted it to be, but it wasn’t.”

He mirrors my thoughts with his words. “That doesn’t excuse what he did.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Slowly, oh so slowly, I lay my head on his shoulder. “I’m probably a right asshole to be here right now.”

“Let’s just say there’s enough asshole in this situation to go round.” He sighs. “Too late to take it back now.”

Against all reason, that makes me smile. I twist to look up at him. “You mean you don’t want to go back to an hour ago before you knew what my pussy tastes like?”

He taps a stern finger against my lips, but his dark eyes twinkle. “You’ve got a mouth on you, baby girl.”

I lean forward and catch his finger between my teeth and then suck it into my mouth. I don’t know what I’m doing. Maybe I’m tired of talking about Max and realizing that I’m just as bad as he is right now, or maybe I just can’t stand the thought of being this close to Shane without having some part of him inside me. The reason doesn’t matter. His reaction does.

He twists his wrist and grasps my chin, his eyes going hard in a way that makes my body sing to life. “I would have thought you’d need more time to recover after what we just did.”

I would have thought so, too, but I’m already fighting not to squirm in his lap. I swirl my tongue around his finger and beg him with my eyes. I don’t even know what I’m begging for. It doesn’t matter. Shane seems to know.

He takes my glass from my hand, sets it on the side table next to his, and then shifts me around until my back is against his chest. I’m still trying to figure out where this is going, to anticipate his next touch, when he starts idly running his hands up and down my body. My hips. My sides. Palming my breasts. Up to bracket my throat and then moving back down. “Needy little slut,” he murmurs in my ear. “You get a taste for orgasms at my hand and that’s all you want, isn’t it?”

I shamelessly spread my legs, trying to will him to touch me. “Yes. That’s what I want.”

“Thought you said you couldn’t go again.” His rough hand comes down on my pussy, clenching me almost tightly enough to hurt. I’ve never felt so fucking owned in my entire life. He grips me like I’m his, and I’m suddenly not sure he’s wrong.

My breath saws in my lungs. Did he ask a question? I don’t know and I can’t think to ask. For his part, Shane keeps gripping me tightly as he drags his mouth over my shoulder and up to my neck. “You’re always playing the tease, baby girl. Teasing me for two long years, and then you finally gift me with this pussy and tease me like you’re only going to give me three bullshit orgasms. This pussy?” He slaps me hard enough to make me flinch back against him. “It’s mine for the next three days.”

“But—” I don’t even know why I’m arguing. This is what I want.

“No.” He gives my pussy another slap. “Who’s this pussy belong to for the next three days?”

Against all reason, my throat gets tight. I blink rapidly. “You.”

Another slap. “Do better.”

I swallow hard, my voice thick. “It’s your pussy, Daddy.”

“That’s right.” Just like that, his touch turns soft and almost tender, dragging his fingers over my slit. “It’s my pussy. And I say when you’ve had enough. We’re not done tonight, are we?”

I lean my head back against his shoulder as a tear slips free. I spread my legs wider yet. “No, Daddy. We’re not done tonight.”

Chapter 5

“Good girl.” Shane reaches over and grabs the throw, pulling it over us and covering me from the neck down. I tense, but he just picks up the remote and puts the movie back on, restarting it.

I frown at the television. “I thought you said we weren’t done.”

“We aren’t. Sit back and relax.” He bands an arm around my waist, urging me to lean more comfortably against his chest.

I try. I really do. But he’s so hard at my back and I’m surrounded by him, his big arms holding me to him, his mouth tracing lazy patterns on the side of my neck, his hand…

He barely lets it get through the opening credits before he’s palming my pussy again. “How many times did we watch movies over the last two years?”

I hold perfectly still, my legs quivering from the effort. “Not like this.”

“No, not like this.” He traces a blunt finger around my opening. “You’d have to be feeling particularly brave to sit down here in nothing more than a throw blanket and watch a movie and expect me not to do anything about it.”

“Mmm.” I hiss out a breath as he circles my clit. “You’d have to think of a good reason to get me on your lap to take advantage of it.”

“I’d trip you.” He laughs roughly in my ear. “Clumsy girl, landing right where I want you. I’d try to help you get on your feet, of course, but then I touch this pussy and it’s all over.”

“Or… Maybe you wouldn’t have to play games, Shane.” I finally move, running my hands down his arms until my hand is over his where he’s touching me. “Maybe I’d take your hand and guide it right where I’m aching for you.”

He nips my earlobe. “Dirty girl. So fucking needy.”

“No one has to know. Except…oops.” I shrug and the blanket slips off my shoulders to pool at my waist. “Better hope no one walks in.”

“It’s like you want to be caught.” He pushes two fingers into me slowly, agonizingly slowly, and withdraws. “Like you want someone to walk in and know I’ve got my fingers in your pussy.”

I look down. It’s easy enough to see the movement of his hand under the thin fabric. “They’d know.”

“Yes, baby girl, they’d know.” His dark chuckle makes me writhe. “Would you like to go for a drive tomorrow? Right in the afternoon while traffic is at its worst. I’ll slip my hand up your skirt and we’ll count how many people notice.”

“Oh fuck.”

He keeps up his slow finger fucking. “You want that?”

“Yes, Daddy. I want that.” I watch the movement of the blanket, somehow just as hot as actually watching his fingers penetrate me.

“Lily.” The rough tone of his voice lashes. “If you can manage to stay still through this movie, I’ll take you upstairs and fuck you properly.”

“What we did on the couch wasn’t a proper fucking?”

Another of those dark chuckles. “Not even close. That was just to take the edge off.”

Time ceases to have any meaning as he slowly plays with my pussy while the movie runs in the background. I stare at the moving images, but my entire being is focused on the slow slide of Shane’s fingers, on the way he brands me with his touch. I have the half-hysterical thought that this was a terrible mistake. How can any sex compare to this? Am I peaking at twenty-six, destined to spend the rest of my life mourning the fact that I’ll never meet another man who commands my pleasure the way this one does?

Shane doesn’t let me come. Not once. He brings me to the edge over and over again, easing me away from it every single time. By the time the credits roll, I’m shaking so hard, he has to pin me to his lap to keep me in place. He circles my clit slowly until the last name scrolls past and the movie returns to the menu. “Good girl.”

“Fuck you,” I grit out.

“Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

I almost tell him to fuck off. I’m so poised on the edge, a gentle breeze might tip me over. But I want his mouth too bad to cut off my nose to spite my face. “Yes.”


My face flames, but I’m too far gone to care. “Lick my pussy, Daddy. Make me come all over your face.”

He exhales harshly. “Dirty, dirty girl. You want me to do all the work, is that it?”


Shane’s already moving, shifting me off his lap, grabbing a pillow, and laying down on the ottoman with his head toward the windows lining the wall that look into the backyard. He arches an eyebrow. “You want my tongue in your cunt? Get over here and ride my face.”

I scramble to obey, moving to his chest and then gasping as he lifts me up to straddle his face. With the pillow beneath his head, the angle is perfect. But he doesn’t immediately release me. “Look up.”

I obey and gasp. The windows act as mirrors, reflecting the image of us. All I can see are his massive hands at my hips and the salt and pepper of his head between my thighs. And me. I can see all of me. Narrow waist, flushed breasts, my hair tangled in a way that can only be caused by fucking. I look devious.

“You like the way you look with your Daddy’s head between your thighs?”

“Yes,” I whisper. I look down at him. “I like the sight of your mouth on my pussy even more. In fact…” I move off him long enough to grab my phone. I feel reckless and invincible as I perch on his upper chest. I lift my phone and press the button. “Lick my pussy, Daddy. Please.”

He stares straight into the camera as he parts my pussy with this thumbs and drags his tongue over me. I stop the video and take a picture instead. It is so filthy. The fact that he’s got his mouth on such an intimate part of me, yes, but also the look in his eyes. Like this is just the beginning and he’s going to do every single depraved thing he’s ever wanted to do to me.

Shane grabs the phone and tosses it onto the couch. I glare. “Hey!”

“There go you again, expecting me to do all the work.” He gives my thigh a slap. “Ride my mouth, Lily. Ride it hard and dirty and I’ll let you have my cock again.”

I’ve been on the edge too long. I barely get to enjoy this moment before I’m coming. I grind down on his mouth and Shane meets me halfway, shoving his tongue inside me like he wants to lick up every bit of my orgasm. I slump down, and this time, there is no tenderness for me. He scoops me up and marches up the stairs to his bedroom. He doesn’t even bother to shut the door before he has me on the bed, his mouth on mine.

I shove at his shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Lie still and spread your legs.”

I immediately obey. I’ve seen Shane without his shirt, of course. He spent nearly as much time in his pool the last two summers as I have. He’s honestly got a better body than Max does. Shane works on his body, and the evidence is there in the lines of muscle on display. Then he takes off his pants and I forget to breathe. I’ve had his cock inside me, but somehow seeing it without all the clothing to distract me makes it seem even larger.

He crawls back onto the bed and settles between my thighs, giving me one long drugging kiss. I start to wrap my legs around his waist, but he pushes them wide again.

I stare dazedly at him, hating the distance between us, small though it is. “I need you.”

“You have me.” But he’s got a strange sort of look on his face, dark and possessive. Shane leans back and takes his cock in his hand. We both watch as he circles the head over my clit. “That feels good doesn’t it, baby girl.”

“Yes,” I moan. I can barely keep my eyes open. My chest is heaving, my legs shaking. There’s been too much pleasure in too short a time and I’m in danger of having an out of body experience. Maybe that’s why it takes me a moment to notice that he’s dipped his cock down to drag through my folds. Up and down, up and down, his gaze on where the broad head of him parts me with every stroke.

I bite my bottom lip. “We shouldn’t. We should get a condom.” Except I sound like I’m asking him instead of telling him. Like I’m hoping he’ll ignore me and pave the way for us to be oh so bad. Reckless. So fucking reckless. I don’t care. It feels too good to stop.

“You’re right.” But he doesn’t stop that slow dragging motion, circling my clit and then descending again. Except this time, his broad cock presses against my entrance. “Look at how greedy your pussy is. You’re practically pulling me in.”

I reach down, trailing my fingers over my sweat-slicked stomach and lower to where the head of his cock is almost, almost inside me. I make a V with my fingers and drag them over my pussy lips, pressing them around the head of him.

“Jesus fuck,” he growls.

“We really, really shouldn’t.” But I do it again. It’s not enough. It’s nowhere near enough. I press my fingers to either side of his cock and lift my hips, guiding him into me the tiniest bit. “It hardly counts if it’s only this, right?”

“Baby girl.” The threat is back in his voice. “If you let my cock inside without a condom, that’s how you get it for the next three days. I’m going to pump you so full of come it’s dripping down your legs. Make sure that’s what you want.”

“But Daddy… You said we shouldn’t.” I can’t quite catch my breath. I keep stroking his cock where it’s disappearing into my pussy. Just the head, just the tip, just enough that I can’t take it back. I roll my body, fucking that part of him while he holds perfectly still. I pull him out and urge him to circle my clit again and then guide him back down to press inside. Just a bit more this time. A fraction of an inch. And then out and up over my clit. Again and again, working him a little deeper each time. Teasing him. Tempting him.

He stops me when his cock is halfway lodged inside me. “Lily, you’re trying my patience.”

“Look at us,” I whisper. “Look how wide you spread me, how wet you make me.” I roll my hips. “Do you really want to stop?”

“No, baby girl. I don’t want to stop.” But he still doesn’t move, still staring at his cock in my pussy as if the sight torments him. Shane finally looks up. “You better be careful. You keep acting like the perfect little slut, and I’m liable to keep you.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, to even comprehend his words. He simply drives his cock the rest of the way into me. Once. Twice. A third time. And then he’s gone, flipping me onto my stomach like I’m a doll built for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. He yanks my hips into the air and then he’s inside me again, fucking away all thoughts of should and shouldn’t.

Shane’s hand lands on the mattress and his right hand snakes down my stomach to press against my clit. “I should send that video to my piece of shit son. Show him how you like to be fucked. Show him what he’s never going to have again.”

Maybe I should feel bad about the thought of Max seeing the video of me riding his father’s cock. I don’t. It fills me with a fierce joy that borders on rage. Apparently Shane’s feeling it, too. He slams into me harder, driving me to grind on his palm. “It’s not his pussy anymore, is it?”

“No,” I gasp.

“That’s right. Not his pussy at all.” He bites my neck. “Tell me who your pussy belongs to, Lily.”

“It’s your pussy, Daddy.”

“And I’m fucking you bare, aren’t I? My big cock stretching you wide. Your tight little cunt taking every single fucking inch.” He growls against my neck. “You feel so good, baby girl. All wet and slippery and made just for me.”

I should put a stop to this possessive talk. This is only for the weekend, after all. It wasn’t even supposed to be that long. But I don’t want to. He makes me feel fucking priceless when he’s saying these things, and I’m suddenly terribly afraid that I’ll never get enough.

Not of Shane’s cock.

Not of Shane himself.

Instead, I slam back against him as much as I’m able. “Fill me up, Daddy.” I don’t even know what I’m saying, only that I want this feeling to go on forever. Wicked. Dirty. Fucking filthy. “Fill me up with your come.”

“Dirty. Little. Slut.” Each word is punctuated by a savage thrust. He grinds into me and I swear I can feel his cock jerk as he comes. He slumps to the side, taking me with him, and slides a hand down to idly caress my clit. I jerk. The feeling of him going soft inside me is strange but not unpleasant, especially when he keeps up that achingly gentle circling. “Once more. One more time and you can rest.”

This time, I don’t tell him it’s impossible. I just stretch out against his big body and let him have his way with me. It’s almost like handing over that control flips a switch inside me. Like once I stop worrying about the pressure to come, my orgasm is waiting in the wings. It lifts me up and washes me out to sea. I’m vaguely aware of words coming out of my mouth, but I’ve lost the ability to comprehend them. It doesn’t matter. Not when he’s easing me back into my body, piece by piece, until I am well and firmly tethered to the earth.

Shane slips out of me and nudges me onto my back. The look on his face… I don’t know that emotion, don’t know what to do with it. It’s almost a relief when he kisses me and I can close my eyes and just enjoy him without thinking too hard. By the time he finally lifts his head and moves off me, I feel almost like myself again.

At least the version of myself that showed up at this house to fuck my almost-father-in-law.

Chapter 6


I open my eyes. “I already said I would.”

Shane gives me a long look. “You’ve had one foot out the door the second you started coming down.” He shakes his head and pulls me up. “Stop thinking so hard and enjoy this, Lily.”

My knees don’t feel quite solid, but I manage to keep my feet as he leads me into his bathroom. I look at my reflection in the mirror. “I’d say I’m enjoying myself.” My lipstick is barely more than a memory and the smudged mascara around my eyes is a far cry from the sexy smoky eye look that I started with. Not to mention that my hair has gone from playfully messy to straight up rat’s nest. My gaze tracks my naked body, taking in the whisker burn on my neck and thighs, how pink and wet my pussy looks from everything we’ve done.

Shane walks up behind me and, holy shit, we look good. His wide shoulders dwarf me and when he sets his big hands on my waist, I feel both breakable and protected at the same time. His hair is a mess from my fingers and he’s got scratches on his shoulders and the bite mark on his forearm.

We both look like sexy messes.

He pulls me back against him and cups my pussy. Not like he’s trying to start us up again. More like he’s touching me because he can. “Sore?”

“A little.”

He nods as if he expects nothing less. “I’d say I’ll give you a break tomorrow, but it’s a lie.” He slowly, slowly, lifts his hand, almost as if the move pains him, and turns to the shower. “Let’s get some sleep.”

Somehow, with everything else going on, it never occurred to me that I’d be sleeping with Shane. Fucking, yes. Lying in bed next to? No way.

I get tenser and tenser as we take turns in his shower and end up back in his bedroom. Shane takes one look at my face and frowns. “Get over here.”

“Actually, I—”

“Lily, did I fucking stutter?”

My heart starts hammering and I move toward him one slow step at a time. He catches my hips and pulls me against him, and then grasps my chin, lifting my face so I have nowhere to hide. “Tell me.”

Beneath his firm expression, it’s the truth that slips free. “It feels intimate.”

He arches his brows. “I’ve had my hands and tongue and cock inside you and this feels intimate.” He backs me toward the bed, and I have to climb onto the mattress to keep from being toppled. “You know why that is?”


“Because it is fucking intimate. You’re in my bed and you’re saying you feel safe enough with me to sleep.” He follows me onto the bed. “You’re saying you want to wake up in the morning with my tongue in your cunt. Doesn’t that sound intimate to you?”

I swallow hard. “I’m afraid I’m going to like it too much.”

At that, his gaze goes soft and devastatingly possessive. “You will. You’ll like this just like you’ve loved everything we’ve done so far.” Shane releases me and yanks back the blankets. He doesn’t speak again until he’s settled under them, sitting with his back against the headboard. “I’m not going to force you, though. If this makes you uncomfortable, I can crash on the couch.” He gives a wicked grin. “But you’re still going to wake up with me tongue-fucking you.”

I shiver. I almost wish he hadn’t given me a choice, because this would be so much easier. A revenge fuck is one thing. Intimacy feels like it’s coloring outside the lines, like I’m setting myself up for a broken heart with a broken-heart chaser.

I wish I could be colder. I wish I didn’t crave the feeling of his arms around me. I wish a lot of things as I tentatively crawl beneath the covers next to Shane.

He wastes no time flipping off the light and slipping down in the bed, pulling me with him. The next thing I know, we’re spooning and he’s got his arms wrapped around me. The man holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, and despite myself, I slip into sleep with his body cradling mine.

Little things wake me. Hot open-mouthed kisses at the back of my neck. Callused hands palming my breasts. A hard cock against my ass. Shane lightly pinches my nipples. “Awake?”

“Mmm.” I stretch, rolling my hips to rub my ass on his cock. “I seem to remember you promising to wake me up in a very different way.”

His rough chuckle has my thighs clenching together. “Just checking in, baby girl. That still what you want?”

I twist in his arms and he lets me, shifting to give me room to sling my leg up around his waist. I wrap my fist around his cock and drag his broad head over my slit. I’m already wet from how he was touching me, already aching for him. “Does it feel like that’s what I want?”

Shane digs his hand into my hair and urges my head back so he can growl in my ear. “You have a slutty little pussy. We both know that. It’s your head that I’m concerned with right now.” His rough words are matched by the intent look on his face. I’ve never had a man look at me the way Shane does, as if every single thing I say is of the utmost importance. As if he really wants to know what I want, rather than have me tell him what he wants to hear. “Tell me what you need, Lily.”

I drag in a shuddering breath and notch him at my entrance. I’m only a little sore from yesterday, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not interested in waiting. I hold his gaze. “I need my Daddy’s cock.”

His jaw clenches and he thrusts into me the tiniest bit. “You have a dirty mouth.” He reaches up with his free hand and traces my lower lip with his thumb. “I’m going to enjoy fucking it later.”

I lick his thumb. “Use me.”

“I plan on it.” He kisses me, rough and intense, but he doesn’t thrust into me like I expect. Shane kisses me like the head of his cock isn’t inside me already, like we’re just making out for the sake of making out. It frazzles my nerves, but in a way that isn’t entirely pleasant. It feels like he’s changing the rules, and I’m not sure if I’m okay with it.

As if he can sense my confusion, Shane rolls onto his back and takes me with him. He gives me a wicked grin and then lifts his arms to rest his head in his hands. “You want your Daddy’s cock?”

I clutch onto what’s rapidly becoming my foundation, my familiar territory, with both hands. “Yes.”

“Then take it.”

Despite being turned on already, I’m nowhere near prepared enough for his size. I have to fight my body and his to take him another inch deeper. He watches me writhe and squirm with his eyebrow cocked, seeming completely unaffected by my struggle. It’s really, really hot. “Problem?”


“You sure?” He shifts a little but still makes no move to help me. “Because you say you want my cock, but you’re not taking it like the good girl I know you can be.”

I sob out an exhale as I sink another inch onto him. Holy shit, was he this big last night? I’ve never had a problem doing the bare minimum of foreplay before sex, but I’ve also never been in an experience like this. And Shane is fucking huge. Something like humiliation heats my skin, but it gets all tangled up with need. I circle my hips, trying to force him deeper. “I’m trying.”

“Mmm.” He watches me for a few moments and then sighs in something like disappointment. “Lily...”

“I’m trying.” Against all reason, my lower lip quivers. What the hell is going on? I plant my hands on his chest and sink down a little more. He’s too big, I’m too full, I don’t know if I’m enjoying this or if it just aches. “I’m trying, Daddy. I promise.”

Another of those disappointed sighs and he finally moves, his hands falling to my hips. “Stubborn to the very end.”


“You need something from me, Lily? Fucking ask for it.” He lifts me off his cock and sets me on his hard stomach. Shane holds my gaze as he wets his thumb and then presses it to my clit. A slow circle has me fighting not to roll my hips. On the third one, I forget myself and do it. I grind down on his stomach like the horny little slut I apparently am. Maybe I should be self-conscious but the way he looks at me burns me up just as much as his thumb’s slow circles. “That’s right, baby girl. Just like that.”

Pleasure coils tighter and tighter. “Why does everything you do to me feel so good?”

“Because I know what I’m doing.” He urges me up a little and pushes two fingers into me, spreading me more with each stroke. “Because we fit in a twisted sort of way. You want a Daddy to give you permission to be bad. I want a baby girl who will give me that pussy whenever I want it, however I want it.” Something like conflict passes over his expression. “Not just any baby girl, Lily.”

What’s he saying? That I’m special? I might laugh if I could find the breath for it. If I was so special, I wouldn’t be in this position to begin with. I wouldn’t have already started to crave the depraved games we play. I sure as hell wouldn’t get off on calling him Daddy, wouldn’t have fantasized about it while I was still with his son.


But he doesn’t give me a chance to find the words to ruin this. He hefts me up to straddle his face and then his mouth is on my pussy and I’m not worried about anything but the orgasm barreling down upon me. Coward that I am, I let him distract me, let myself ride his face as he fucks me with his tongue.

“Oh shit.” I come so hard, I have to plant my hands on the headboard to keep from collapsing. And Shane doesn’t stop. He holds me in place and keeps kissing my pussy like he has all the time in the world. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I bite down hard on my bottom lip. “I love what you do to me.”

“Don’t move.” He slides down and then he’s at my back, his hands on either side of mine on the headboard. Shane nudges my thighs wider and thrusts slowly into me. This time, my body welcomes him and he sinks to the hilt in one smooth stroke. He keeps us like that, him impossibly deep, his big body surrounding me, his rough breathing in my ear. “What’s the problem, baby girl? You worried you like this too much? That three days won’t be enough?”

That’s exactly what I’m worried about. No matter how much I genuinely like Shane, no matter how much I’ve enjoyed my time spent with him over the last two years, no matter how hard he makes me come, this can’t last more than the weekend. I try to thrust back onto him, but there’s nowhere to go. He has me pinned with his cock and body. Even though he’s covering me, even though I can’t see his face, I’ve never felt so exposed. “I was engaged to your son four days ago. I dated him for two years.”

“You were. You did.” He withdraws the tiniest bit and pumps into me, drawing a moan from my lips. Shane kisses my neck, my shoulder, and then his voice is in my ear again, growling things we have no business talking about while he’s balls deep inside me. “He’s an idiot. Maybe he’ll grow out of it. Maybe he won’t. It doesn’t matter, because he’s not for you.”

“You were going to be my father-in-law!”

He nips my earlobe. “And now I’m your Daddy. I think we both prefer it this way.”

Chapter 7

Shane keeps fucking me with those shallow strokes that feel good, but are nowhere near enough. “Stop thinking about what you should want, Lily.”

Easy for him to say. Or maybe it isn’t. I don’t care. I’m not interested in being fair right now. “What if Max tries to win me back?”

Shane laughs. The bastard laughs. “Try it and see what happens.” He releases the headboard with one hand to snake down my stomach and press to my clit. “The first time you visit this house, you’re going to look at the ottoman and think about how many times you came for me there. You’re not going to be able to walk past this room without remembering how good my cock feels inside you.” He drags his mouth over the back of my neck. “How long do you think you’ll last before you’re crossing a line, Lily? An hour? Two? I bet you’d wear a short little skirt for just the occasion and slip my hand under it the second he looks the other way.”

My body goes white hot at the thought. I can’t breathe past wanting to do exactly that. It scares me how much I want it. “Fuck you.”

“Mmm.” He gives my clit a casual slap. “Hit too close to home?”

“Why are you doing this?” I whisper.

“I meant what I said last night.” He slowly drags his fingers over my clit. “You make me want to keep you.”

He makes me want to be kept.

I shake my head. “It will never work.”

Just like that, a flip is switched. “We’ll talk about it later.” Shane shifts back and digs his fingers into my hips. It’s all the warning I get before he starts fucking me, dragging me down his length as he thrusts forward, until his filling me consumes every part of my awareness. He drives into me again and again, forcing every doubt and fear from my mind. There’s no room for them right now. We’re fucking like animals, hard and rough and battling out a silent debate that we’re both determined to win.

Shane fights dirty, though.

He grabs one of my hands and presses it to my clit. “Make yourself feel good, baby girl.”

I should deny the order, but I’m too greedy for my next orgasm. “Yes, Daddy.” Pleasure rises in waves, edging me closer and closer to where I need to be.

Then he yanks me back on his cock, sealing us together too tightly for me to fight. Shane touches a wet thumb to my ass and I freeze. He squeezes my cheek, spreading me, and then presses his thumb past the ring of muscles. “Have you ever taken a man here, Lily?”

“No,” I whisper. I can’t stop shaking. I don’t know if I want to try to get away or arch my back to take him deeper.

“Mmm.” He pumps slowly, not going particularly deep, but branding this part of me all the same. “Would you like your Daddy’s cock in your ass?”

I shiver. “I don’t know.”

He keeps working me, holding me in place. “Did I tell you to stop touching your clit?”

Immediately, I start up again, and the added sensation of this thumb confuses me. This isn’t something I thought I was interested in, but with his big cock inside me and my fingers on my clit, his thumb doesn’t feel…bad. My orgasm starts gaining speed again.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, still fucking me with his thumb. “I think I am going to take this virgin ass. Not yet. But you’re mine, aren’t you, Lily? Every part of you. Mouth and pussy and ass. There for my pleasure whenever I decide to take it.”

I stroke my clit faster, writhing as much as I’m able to. “Yes, Daddy.” The closer I get to coming, the hotter his thumb feels. My breath sobs out and my control wavers. “Fuck me however you want. Make me your dirty little slut.”

“I will, Lily. You can be damn sure I will.” He starts moving again, thrusting with both cock and thumb. I want to last, want to keep riding this pleasure, but my body has other ideas. I come hard, clamping down on him, and the feeling of being penetrated on two fronts drives my orgasm to new heights.

Shane presses his free hand to my back, urging my face down to the mattress but keeping my ass in the air. It allows him deeper yet. I half-expect him to pound into me, but he slows down as if savoring the feel of me. He strokes a hand down my back to squeeze my other ass cheek, spreading me obscenely. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs and pulls out almost all the way to pump just the head of his cock into me. “You look even better. I love watching your pussy spread to take me. And you take every inch, don’t you, baby girl?”

I fist the sheets and moan. “Yes, Daddy.”

“You’ll give me anything I ask, won’t you? Because you want to be good.”

It’s a fight not to slam back onto his cock, not to beg him to fuck me deep again. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He releases a long breath and then he’s doing exactly what I need, shoving deep into me, once again fucking me like he’s mad at me, like I’ve been bad and he’s going to enact my penance with his cock. He curses and then he’s pressed against my back again, shoving my legs wider yet. “You try to come back here as Max’s girlfriend and I’m going to punish you, Lily. Do you hear me? I’m going to flip up your little tease of a skirt and paddle your ass, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream about how good your Daddy’s cock feels inside you, scream so loud he can hear you.”

Holy shit.

I bury my face in the mattress and shriek as I come. This time, Shane follows me over the edge. He pounds into me, growling my name as he fills me up. Then he presses a devastatingly gentle kiss to the top of my spine as he shifts us onto our side.

I stare blindly at the wall, trying to process the sheer amount of pleasure against how hot his words make me. How wrong they are. I should leave it at that, shouldn’t look deeper into them no matter what he says about keeping me. I’m not naive enough to think that anything said in the middle of sex can be held up to the light.

That doesn’t stop me from speaking. “I’m not going back to him, even if he wanted to try to make things right. It’s really over.” When Shane doesn’t respond, except to gather me closer, I find myself continuing. “Even before this, things were off. It was too…comfortable, I guess? Like friends who occasionally had sex.” It was so easy being with Max, easy enough that I was able to ignore all the things wrong with the relationship until they accumulated to a pile neither of us could ignore any longer. “I guess that’s why he started looking outside the relationship for what he needs.”

“That doesn’t make it hurt less now that it’s over.”

My throat burns and I have to blink rapidly. “No, it doesn’t make it hurt less.” I’ve lost him, either way. Even if I don’t want that relationship back, even if there’s a strange sort of relief now that I’m free of it, I’m still losing Max as a friend, too.

Shane eases me onto my back and looks down at me. I don’t know what he sees in my face. I’m not in control enough to shield myself from him, and even when I’m at the top of my game, he seems to see right through me. He smooths my hair back. “Go take a shower and get ready. We’re going out.”

I grab onto the distraction he offers with both hands. “Out? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” We might live outside of Chicago but each suburb is like its own little small town. The chances we have of running into someone we know is high. I’m not sure I’m ready for everyone to know how I responded to my relationship with Max falling apart. I’m not sure I ever will be.

Instead of answering, Shane gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. A few seconds later, I hear the shower running. By the time I manage to make it in there, he’s finished with his shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. Shane jerks his chin at the shower. “Take your time.” Then he disappears out the door.

There is something that feels so taboo about using his shower. Even though we’ve been naked together, have fucked in both the living room and his bedroom, it’s almost impossible to separate the Daddy from the father-in-law. Being naked in my father-in-law’s shower feels wrong. Like I’m being bad, being somewhere I shouldn’t be.

I relish the feeling as I shower. Is that the only reason I enjoy being with Shane so much? Because I shouldn’t be?

My situation would be so much simpler if that were the case.

By the time I finish, he reappears with a small polka dot bag I instantly recognize. Max and I only spent significant time here in the summers because of the pool, but that was enough for me to leave a small stash of my stuff in Max’s old room for when I needed it. I take the bag from Shane with shaking hands. It’s another reminder of where I was versus where I am now. “Thanks.”

“Clothes are on the bed.” He turns and walks away.

I blink. I didn’t exactly expect him to ravish me the second I got out of the shower, but there’s no denying a certain disappointment that he’s not letting me play out my towel-dropping fantasy. It’s an effort not to march after him and force his hand, but curiosity gets the better of me. Where does he want us to go? Surely it’s not just a simple errand, not when we’re engaging in this weekend of sheer perversity. At least, I hope not.

I take my time getting ready, just like I took my time in the shower. Part of it is perversity—wondering how long his patience will hold—and the other part is that I genuinely want to look good for him. I blow out my long blond hair and give it a toss to maximize its natural waves, and I put on a full face of makeup. It’s my summer stuff, so a bronzy natural look with pretty pink lips. I smile at myself in the mirror. He said he wants to fuck my mouth later. Red would be better, but pink will do.

Once I’m ready, I head out into the bedroom and stop short. I was so distracted, I hadn’t really thought about what clothes he would have for me, but Shane’s laid out one of my summer outfits. It’s a tiny blue and white striped skirt with a flirty flounce, white lace panties, and a white crop top.

I’m going to freeze to death.

I glare at the closed bedroom door and finally pull on the clothes. Another check in the mirror has me pressing my lips together. This outfit is one I wear over swimsuits to make them barely public appropriate. It’s not meant for anything other than that. The skirt is so short that it brushes the lower curve of my ass and the crop top is an oversized boxy fit that leaves my entire stomach bare and will expose half my breasts if I lift my arms over my head. I do it anyway and relish the heat that bolts through me at the sight of my nipples peeking out.

I find Shane in the kitchen eating pancakes. He barely looks at me as he slides a second plate across the counter and sets a coffee next to it—heavy in cream and sugar, just like I prefer. “Eat.”

I wait, but he seems intent on his task. Perverse irritation flares. I took my time making myself look good for him and I want acknowledgement. I clasp my hands in front of me and pour sugar into my tone. “You’re not going to tell me if you like my outfit, Daddy?”

He goes still. “It’s fine.”

I’m still not satisfied. I feign a yawn and stretch my arms over my head, the cool air of the room teasing my exposed breasts. When I lower my arms, Shane is finally giving me his full attention. “You’re dressed like a slut, Lily. You leave the house looking like that and you’re not going to like what happens.”

Desire thrills through my blood. “You don’t like it?” I turn around and lean against the counter, feeling my skirt ride up.

“Lily.” I don’t hear him move, but suddenly his hands are on my hips, dragging up my skirt. “Where the fuck are your panties?”

I have to fight back a grin. Finally I’ve got the reaction I’ve been craving. I try to sound as innocent as possible. “I didn’t want to wear them. I don’t like them.”

Shane squeezes my ass cheeks. His hands are so big, he only has to shift slightly for his thumbs to brush my pussy. He parts me slowly. “Who are you planning on fucking in this slutty outfit, baby girl? Because you didn’t put it on solely to run errands with me.”

I try to turn around, but he easily holds me in place. He’s squeezing me and stroking me, but he’s not giving me the contact I need. I try to roll my hips, but he’s gripping me too tightly. “I’m planning on fucking you, Daddy.” Frustration bubbles up, or maybe it’s just that I want to push him the same way he insists on pushing me. Regardless of the reason, my mouth gets away from me. “But if you won’t give me what I need, maybe I’ll go find it somewhere else.”

I register the absence of his touch a bare moment before he spanks me hard enough to drive a cry from my lips. “What the fuck?”

“That’s right, Lily.” He spanks me again, this time on the other cheek. “What the fuck?” A third spank has me trying to get away, but he grabs the back of my neck and holds me in place. “You want to provoke a reaction by being a little slut? This is the one you get.”

A fourth strike has tears pricking my eyes and my ass feeling like it’s on fire. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much, I can barely breathe, but the heat creates a pulsing in my pussy in time with my racing heart. “I’m sorry, Daddy!”

“Sorry I called you on it, more like.” He doesn’t spank me again. Just keeps my face pinned to the counter as he goes back to squeezing first one cheek and then the other, ramping up the heat I’m experiencing. “For that, you don’t get to leave the truck.”


He dips his hands between my thighs and gives a derisive laugh. “You love even this. You’re fucking shameless.”

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. I promise.”

“Lies.” Shane urges my legs wider. “But I’ll give you a chance to prove it’s the truth.” He drags a finger through my wetness and lowers his voice. “Be a good girl. Stand exactly like this and don’t move. Look out the window.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

His hand comes off my neck and skates down my back as he moves behind me. I hear him go to his knees and then his mouth is on my smarting ass, kissing it better. And then he spreads me and his mouth is on my pussy and up on my ass and then back down again.

I thought the front of the house was completely shielded by trees. I was wrong. I can clearly see one neighbor shoveling snow and another walking their dog. They’re going about their normal lives, having no idea that Shane is on his knees behind me just out of sight, eating my ass and pussy. My legs start to tremble. “I’m not the only one who likes being bad, am I, Daddy?” He sucks hard on my clit, which is answer enough. “You love being the guy that everyone respects, the pillar of your community, the man everyone goes to when they have something they need fixed.” I gasp as his tongue swirls my ass, but force the next words out. “They’d die to know that you have your mouth all over your daughter-in-law’s pussy.”

Shane gives me a long lick. “Ex, Lily. Ex-daughter-in-law.”

I grip the counter and try to stay still. “But you wanted to do this before that was true. You wanted me to come all over your face when I was still his.”

He leans back and delivers another stinging slap to my ass. “You’re not his.”

“No, I’m not.” I watch the snow-shoveling neighbor strike up a conversation with the dog walker directly across the street. My shirt has ridden up around my shoulders, and my skirt covers absolutely nothing at all. I’m not sure if they can see me as clearly as I can see them from this angle, but the thought that they might has me arching back, offering him my pussy. “I’m yours, Daddy.” When he doesn’t immediately resume licking me, I whimper. “Please make me come. I promise I’ll be quiet. They won’t know what filthy things you’re doing to me. No one will know but us.”

Shane exhales against my aching flesh. “No.”

I blink. “What?”

“No.” He climbs to his feet and flips my skirt down. “A punishment is only a punishment if you don’t enjoy it. Go get your panties on, Lily. Don’t make me ask you again.”

Chapter 8

I stand in a daze and stumble upstairs to obey. My whole body feels like an exposed nerve, denied pleasure even more painful than my still-stinging ass. It only gets worse when I pull the panties on. The fabric against my aching pussy and ass is agonizing.

Back in the kitchen, Shane watches me with a dangerous expression on his face while I dutifully eat my now-cold pancakes and drink my lukewarm coffee. Once he’s satisfied, he leads me to the mud room and pulls one of his coats around me. It swallows me, making me feel ridiculous in my tiny skirt that barely reaches past the edge of the coat. “I’m going to freeze,” I murmur.

“No, you won’t.” He zips it up and nudges me down to slip my heels on. I hold my breath while he’s kneeling in front of me, half hoping that if I spread my legs a little more, he’ll finish what he started in the kitchen.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he motions me to precede him into the garage. It’s open and the truck is running, so I only get a blast of freezing air to my bare legs before I haul myself up into the warm cab of the truck. Despite being a work truck, the bench seat and interior are spotless. But then, Shane holds a manager position. For all that he’s technically in construction, the man wears a suit to work most days. Of course his truck looks shiny and new inside.

I’m still processing when he climbs in through the driver’s door and shuts it. Shane gives me a long look. “You’re not a dirty little secret.”

I blink. “I might want to be a dirty little secret.”

“No.” He shakes his head and hauls me to the middle of the bench seat. I fight down a shiver as he buckles the seatbelt over my hips and then reaches beneath my skirt to drag his knuckles over my clit through my panties. He keeps his hand up my skirt and rubbing my pussy as he puts the truck in reverse and backs out.

Shane waves to the neighbors still out talking, the same ones I watched while he ate me out, and they wave back. They have no idea that he’s dipping a finger into me at that exact moment. “Oh god.” I whimper.

“Shhh. Lot of neighborhood to get through.” He idly pumps his single finger as he drives, waving to every single neighbor outside as he slowly fucks me with his big finger. I’m quivering and shaking by the time we make it out of the subdivision.

And that’s when the bastard removes his finger, pulls my panties back into place, and sucks his finger clean. I stare at him. “You are such an asshole.”

“Punishment,” he says simply.

I’m in such agony, I barely register where we’re going until Shane pulls to a stop in front of a nondescript white building. The parking lot is all but empty on a Saturday morning, and the other two buildings that share the space are abandoned. I frown out the windshield. “This is a sex toy shop.”

He turns to face me, suddenly taking up too much space. “I’m going to be in there for about ten minutes. During that time, I want you to bring yourself almost to orgasm, but don’t go over the edge.”

I lick my lips. “What happens if I do?”

“Then you don’t get my cock for the rest of the day.” He leans down, sexy and menacing. “You get my mouth and you get my fingers, but I’m not going to let you come. You’ve been denied once. Think hard about whether it’s worth a full twenty-four hours of that agony.”

I glare. “Asshole.”

He takes my hand and shoves it down my panties. “Be a good girl and I’ll give you a present when I get back.”

Despite my best attempt to be irritated, I can’t help perking up. “A present?”

“Yes, Lily.” He chuckles and climbs out of the truck, letting in a cold blast of wind. “Lock the doors.”

It’s such a dad thing to say that I almost come on the spot.

I reach over with the hand not in my panties and lock the doors. He nods and heads into the building. I watch him go and start stroking my clit. It feels good; doing it in the middle of the day in a parking lot feels even better. I pull down the zipper of Shane’s coat and part it just enough to reach in and pull my top up. Even if there was anyone around, they wouldn’t be able to see anything, but knowing my breasts are bared makes me hotter.

I watch the clock, nudging myself closer and closer to orgasm. At ten minutes, Shane isn’t back yet. I lean my head against the window, mindlessly rubbing on my clit. I’m so close. Would he really know if I came? Am I willing to risk it?

A knock on the window startles a scream out of me. I jerk upright and find Shane watching me with a disapproving look on his face. I reach over with a shaking hand and unlock the doors. He wastes no time climbing in and shutting the door. A small bag goes onto the seat on the other side of me and a second one goes on the floorboard. I don’t get a chance to ask what’s in either before he drives to the other side of the parking lot near a fence that borders a residential street. There are now two buildings’ worth of parking lot between us and the sex shop, and I look at him in question.

He unbuckles me. “Get on your hands and knees facing the passenger door.”

My eyes go wide, but I’m already scrambling to obey. He pushes up my skirt and drags my panties down a few inches. Somehow, this feels a thousand times more vulgar than when I had no panties on. He touches my pussy as if examining it. “Were you a good girl, Lily? Your pussy is awfully wet right now.”

“I didn’t come. I swear it.”

He keeps fondling me as if he can divine the very answer out of my flesh. I watch a car pull up and park at the sex toy shop. “We’re out in the open.”

He ignores me. “Get in the bag and hand me the two things you find.”

I have to go down onto my elbows to obey, and my shirt slides up to bunch around my upper chest. The coat still shields me, but I dig into the bag and come up with a bottle of lube and a shiny metal plug. “Shane—”

“Hand them to me.”

I awkwardly obey. I listen to him open the bottle and then cool lube touches my ass and an even cooler metal presses there. “Relax,” he murmurs. With one hand he keeps stroking my pussy and the other he wedges the plug into my ass. It’s significantly larger than his thumb, but it doesn’t hurt. It just feels like a lot. I am painfully aware, however, that it’s nowhere near the size of his cock.

Once it’s lodged inside me, he sits back and gives a sound suspiciously like a growl. “Fuck, that’s pretty.”

“Shane,” I moan.

“That’s even prettier.” He pushes two fingers into me. The intrusion feels so much more filling with the plug in. “Say my name again, Lily.”

I thrust back against his hand, shamelessly fucking his fingers. “Shane. Oh god, that feels so good.”

“Mmm. You like that plug in your virgin ass.” He withdraws his hand long enough to flip me onto my back and push me down onto the seat. Shane yanks my panties off and shoves up my skirt again, impaling me with his fingers. “Open the jacket and lift your top baby girl. You know you want to show me everything.”

I reach down with trembling hands and pull up my crop top to expose my breasts. He palms one roughly and then the other, his expression intense as he keeps fucking me with his fingers. “You’re so sexy, Lily. You’re enough to make me forget myself and fuck you right here when everyone can see.” He circles my clit just shy of savagely. “Do you like knowing you undo me? That I’ll put it all on the line just to sink into your tight pussy?”

I moan and arch my back, trying to take him deeper, only to earn a slap on my clit. My eyes fly open to find him glaring at me. “I asked you a fucking question.”

I leverage myself up onto my elbows. When he doesn’t stop me, I keep going, rising onto my knees and moving to straddle him, his fingers wedged inside me all the while. I loop my arms around his neck and press myself to him, my lips at his ear. “I like it,” I whisper, undulating on his fingers. “Do you know what I’d like even better?”

“Say it,” he grits out.

Instead, I lean back enough to reach between us and undo his jeans. I take out his cock and stroke him. Only then does he let me nudge his hand away from me and guide him up to cup my breasts. Shane lets me move him around, the heat of his gaze enough to burn me to ash.

I stroke his cock again. “I want to ride your cock, Daddy.” This time, my body welcomes him as I slide down his length. We both shudder when he’s seated entirely inside me. He feels even bigger with the plug in my ass, and I moan and start rocking. “I want you to fill me up.” I pick up my pace, nearly mindless with need. “I want your come dripping down my thighs so everyone knows who I belong to.”

“Jesus Christ.” He pushes me back just enough to nudge the jacket wide open. If anyone were to look, there is no denying what we’re doing. I’m practically naked in his lap, my hips rolling as I ride him slowly.

Shane coasts a hand up the center of my body to lightly grasp my throat. “Lily—” Movement draws his attention and he curses. While I’m still trying to process, still teetering on the edge of an orgasm, he yanks the coat back over me and zips it up. He lifts me off his cock and drops me next to him.

I look out the window and freeze. I know that car with the dent in the driver’s side. That’s Max’s car.

Chapter 9

Before I can consider what I’m doing, I throw myself flat on the seat. I look up at Shane. “Not like this. Please.” Not with a plug in my ass and my thighs still wet from riding his cock. It’s not even that I’m opposed to Max catching us, but I don’t want it to be fucking in a parking lot like a pair of teenagers. It doesn’t make sense, even to me, but Shane nods and puts the truck in gear.

He takes a right turn into traffic and his phone rings. A detached female voice on the Bluetooth tells me everything I need to know. It’s Max calling. Shane answers before I can decide if I want him to or not. “What’s up?”

“Were you just in the Castle parking lot? I thought I saw your truck.”

Shane laughs. “It’s Saturday morning. What are you and Lily up to that you’re there so early?”

I stare. What a shameless bastard.

Awkward silence reigns. Finally, Max clears his throat. “We, uh, broke up earlier this week. It wasn’t working out for either of us.”

Shane looks down at me, his eyes sympathetic even if his words are designed to split me wide open. “Moving on awful fast then, aren’t you, son?”

Another awkward throat clearing. “Look, I can explain, but the short answer is that yeah, I’m seeing someone else. It’s not a big deal.”

It’s. Not. A. Big. Deal.

Any guilt I had over what I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours doing goes up in smoke. I shift on the seat until I can reach the front of Shane’s pants. He lets me get his cock out, but then he digs his hand into my hair and pins my head to his thigh, forcing me still. Through it all, his voice never changes. “Sounds like a big deal to me.”

“Look, I know you always liked Lily, but it wasn’t working out.”

We stop at a light and he’s watching me again, dark eyes intense. “I liked her a whole hell of a lot.”

“Well then, maybe you should date her,” Max snaps. “She’s not for me, and if you ask her, she’d tell you that herself. I’m not here for this guilt trip. Now I’ve got to go. My girlfriend is waiting.”

Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend.

Shane hangs up and releases me in the same moment. I grab his cock and swallow him down, desperate to drive away how fucking replaceable I feel in this moment. Max wasn’t just fucking his secretary. He was—is—dating her.

“He’s an idiot,” Shane say quietly.

I don’t care. I’m not listening. I’m too busy fighting to take his big cock as far into my throat as I can manage. The discomfort in my jaw grounds me in a way nothing else can right now. I’m vaguely aware of us making another turn and another, of Shane finally putting the truck in park and leaning back, but it barely registers because this blowjob is the only thing that matters. If I allow myself to think of anything else, I might start screaming and never stop.

He gathers my hair in his left hand and skates his right hand down my back. He’s tall enough to reach my hips easily and he starts squeezing my ass cheeks, making the plug shift inside me. “Do you hear me, Lily? I said he’s a fucking idiot. He doesn’t give a shit what he’s throwing away. He doesn’t understand what a goddamn gift you are.” He presses his palm hard against the plug and shoves three fingers into me, making me moan. “You know what? I am going to do it. I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to date you, and it would serve that little shit right if I married you and made you his stepmother.”

I make a noise around his length, but even I don’t know if it’s a sound of protest or encouragement. Apparently he doesn’t know either because he drags me off his cock and up to his mouth, and then lifts me with his fingers in my pussy to move me back onto his lap. He tightens his grip in my hair, bending me back over the steering wheel so he can drag his mouth over my breasts. “Your Daddy knows what you need, baby girl. Now get back on this cock.”

I slam onto him, but it’s not enough. I don’t know if anything will be enough. “It hurts. It hurts so much.”

“I know.” Shane doesn’t need me to clarify that I’m not talking about physical pain. He kisses me as I ride him, as I chase the temporary oblivion an orgasm offers. A little death, a small escape, one I need more than I need my next breath.

It hits me hard enough to make me cry out against his mouth. I’m vaguely aware of tears wetting my cheeks, but it doesn’t matter because nothing matters right now. Nothing but the pleasure coursing through my body in waves, sending me to new heights even as the last bit of my heart remaining shatters into a million pieces.

And then I start sobbing.

Shane manages to get me off his cock and get our clothing righted even though I’m no help at all. I can’t stop crying. I don’t even know what I’m crying for. As Shane gathers me back into his lap and holds me tightly, words bubble up. “I feel relief that it’s over. At some point, I’ll be glad we didn’t get married. Why does it hurt so much?”

“Endings always hurt, baby girl. Even when they’re necessary.” He keeps holding me, comforting me with his strength without demanding anything in return. He’s content to simply sit there and let me cry. I wish I could say I stop immediately, but even after four days of crying I have enough tears to drown the ocean.

By the time I cry myself out, his shirt is soaked and I don’t have to look in a mirror to know that I’m a blotchy mess and all my makeup is gone or smeared beyond repair. It takes longer than it should to realize we’re back in the garage, though he hasn’t shut it since the truck is still running. I give a hiccupping little sigh. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He tilts my face up, his grip tightening when I try to turn away. “Don’t ever apologize to me for what you’re feeling.” He wipes away my tears, his touch achingly tender. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”

I feel a little ridiculous pulling on my panties again, but one look at Shane’s face ensures I’m not arguing about it. The second I take my first step out of the truck, I freeze, all thoughts of Max disappearing like a mirage in the desert. Shane opens the door into the house and looks at me, one of his eyebrows arching. “Problem?”

My face is flaming and I can’t tell if it’s a blush or the aftermath of my sobbing session. “The plug feels funny.”

“Mmm.” He crooks a finger at me, his amusement deepening as I wiggle a little with each step. “Looks like it’s a good kind of funny.”

“I think so?”

“Keep it in.” He takes the coat off me in the mud room and hangs it back in its place. Then Shane surveys me. “If you need time—”

I’m already shaking my head. “I don’t want to think. Please.” When he still hesitates, I move closer. “This started as revenge, but it’s—When I’m with you, I’m not thinking about him.”

He studies me. “Eventually you have to deal with what you’re feeling.”

I know that. I desperately wish I didn’t know that. I look up at him. “I will. I promise I will. Just…not this weekend.”

For a second, I think he’s going to keep arguing. He knows this time with him is just a bandage on a bullet wound, but Shane finally catches my hips and pulls me against him. “I’ll give you whatever you need.”

“Thank you.” I’m not even sure what I’m thanking him for. Space. Orgasms. Being here for me to crash myself upon with the minimum damage. No matter how destructive my original impulse to seduce Shane, I can’t deny he’s caught me in the middle of a freefall. It’s still a freefall, but it feels more guided now. I try for a wobbling smile. “I’m going to wash my face.”

“Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done.” He tugs on the loose fabric of the crop top. “Keep this on.”

I don’t have the energy to push him. Maybe I will in a little bit, but I’m still reeling from the last hour. Good to bad to ugly, a whirlwind of emotions that have left me spinning with no idea which way is up and which is down.

My face is just as bad as I expect. Blotchy skin. Swollen eyes. Black tear tracks down my cheeks. I carefully remove the makeup and spend a few minutes with a cold washcloth over my face. It won’t help all that much, but at this point something is better than nothing. I hardly look like the seductress who started this weekend; more like a scared mess of a woman who doesn’t know what Monday will bring.

I debate putting on more makeup, but it won’t do much good until my skin calms down, and I don’t think Shane is going to let me hide up here for over an hour until that happens. I press my hands to my eyes and take a deep breath. I can do this. He’s seen me without makeup more often than he’s seen me with a full face of it on. I was hardly worried on long pool days when my hair was stiff with chlorine and my nose was sunburned from taking too long to reapply sunscreen.

I also didn’t know what Shane’s cock tasted like on those days.

Or have a plug in my ass that he put there.

I take a deep breath, smooth down my skirt, and give my hair a toss. That will have to do.

Chapter 10

I find him in the little nook connected to the kitchen, setting up a cribbage board, and stop short in the doorway. “What are you doing?”

“It’s been a while since we played.” Shane shuffles the cards, bridging them i