Page 21 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

It takes all my willpower to not throw her over my lap and spank out her attitude. But she’s off limits now, forever. Whatever happened between us before, can absolutely not happen again.

“Right,” I say. “See you around.”

“Or not,” she mutters.

I pause, warring with my Daddydom instincts, then quickly stride back into the house.

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Evelyn

As soon as he’s gone back inside, I leap back into the pool. That man is too hot for words.

He’s also my step-uncle, as previously established. I need to keep my horny hands off of him. Antagonizing him seems like the best method for pushing him away. If I’m mad at him and painting him as an asshole, I won’t want to tackle him. Because I absolutely cannot tackle him and come all over his cock again. He’s my uncle.

Step-uncle. You aren’t related, my brain helpfully supplies.

Shut up, brain. That’s not helpful.

* * *

Caleb

Need to talk to you is all Lincoln’s text says.

I survey the stack of emails waiting in my inbox. The San Diego redevelopment project is coming along well, but goddamn, the number of emails they send is out of this world. I never knew a construction company with this much communication. And they copy me on every single one.

Do I need to know all this shit? Probably not. Leaning back in my desk chair in the way that would’ve had my grammy gently smacking the side of my head, I dial Link.

“Hang on,” he says by way of answering.

“Thought you needed to talk?” I grumble.

A few seconds later, he says, “Okay. I’m on the other side of the house. Now I can talk.”

“What do you mean—are you trying to get away from Mark?” He and his stepbrother have always had a strong relationship. He’s as close to Mark Riorson as he is to me, just without the sharing of sexual partners.

“No. His daughter.”

I grin. “Does the widdle bitty baby Riorson scare you, Link?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

He sounds incredibly serious.

“Uh…what’s wrong?” I ask. “Why, what’s going on?”

“I thought I was meeting her for the first time. Turns out, we already met.”

I wait, because so far, this isn’t a problem.

He sighs. “Remember Evie?”

“No.” My breath comes out in a whoosh. “No fucking way.”

He doesn’t say anything, and the longer I think about this, the more bizarre and hilarious it gets.

I have to mute the phone while I laugh.

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