Page 1 of Deadly Tiger's Single Dad Crush

Chapter One

Samantha

The night is just perfect, I think. There’s just enough wind to create a kind of atmospheric background noise as I lie in bed but not so much that it’s scary. It’s going to rain tomorrow night but tonight it’s just the hints about the weather to come.

It’s the perfect temperature, too. It’s just a little bit too cold to go without blankets but not so cold that you feel your body tightening up and you feel chills running all the way through you. You don’t have to wrap yourself up as though even a sliver of the air getting under the blankets is going to cause your frostbite or something. You get to be cozy in the blankets without being too hot.

And it’s also a perfect night because Daniel’s sister is watching the kids so I’m not on call right now. I get to lie in bed under the cozy blankets and just enjoy the warmth.

And thoughts of Daniel.

And my fingertips.

Will you believe me if I tell you I don’t masturbate until I’m twenty years old?

What if I tell you that after I turn twenty, I masturbate almost compulsively?

Okay, that all makes it seem like right after I blow out the candles on my birthday cake, I lift up my skirt and shove my hand in my panties. Yeah, no. That doesn’t happen at all. I’m actually twenty years and seventeen days old when I do. Go ahead and make fun of me. I’ll wait…

Okay, so here’s how it happens. The life story of Samantha Bradley. Well, the life story so far. And I can tell you, life hasn’t gone the way I expected it to. From the age of thirteen when I met a recruiter at a spelling bee (and yeah, that gives you another reason to make fun of me, right?) I decided the only college for me was Victoria Clydesdale College. It’s an all-girls private college, and it’s one of the best business schools out there. It may be the only really good business school when it comes to all-girls schools.

So, I pre-applied as a freshman and got a special course of study from them for my actual application later. I do that application as a junior. I get accepted as long as I don’t flunk my senior year. I also get a full-ride scholarship. They love me. Of course, they do. I’ve spent four years preparing to be everything they might love.

And then it’s hit by a tornado.

Yeah, I’m not joking! The university I’m supposed to go to is devastated by a tornado. At least three years of rebuilding before it will be inhabitable. Okay, so new plan. I say home and go to community college. The plan is to get an AA and then transfer. If there’s a miracle, I’ll be able to go to Victoria Clydesdale. If they’re not ready, I’ll go somewhere else or wait for the year and then go to VC.

I discover instead that I want to go into business for myself. I want to be like all of my business heroes, people who started their companies before they graduated or even left school to dotheir companies So, no problem. I have a job at the zoo I’ve been working at since tenth grade, and I can build my business on my days off.

Except Mom and Dad, who have heard me say for years that I’ll be going to college as soon as I have my AA, have already sold their house, and it’s in escrow. So, I suddenly don’t have anywhere to live.

My parents can’t afford to pay another rent but they’re perfectly willing to take me with them. Instead, I find a room to rent because I have four years at the zoo I don’t want to throw away. I make a nice hourly rate. Anyway, I end up with a room from Daniel, a single father. He’s a fireman who needs a nanny and really only has a room to offer in return.

I show up for the interview and meet Daniel and his two boys. It’s a house full of men and they are all wonderful. His boys, Jacob and Jeremy are five and four and are absolutely adorable. They show me their room and then take me to the playroom where Daniel has built an actual track for them to ride bikes and scooters on. I’ve never seen anything like it.

The whole time, though, my attention is divided between them and their father. From the moment he opens the door and ushers me inside, I can’t stop staring. He’s tall, about six foot three I’m guessing, and is very toned, which makes sense with a fireman.

He’s also funny and smart and a great dad. I read all of this in just that first interview, and I’ve seen it validated over and over since I started working for him.Of course, I don’t take the job just because I’ll be working for a hot guy. The situation is a good one. Because of Daniel’s fireman schedule, I’m only on for being a nanny seven out of every fourteen days.

They aren’t concurrent, but it’s an excellent deal for me because I now have time to focus on my solo business ventures.I don’t have to work at the zoo but I just scale back my hoursso I can keep the salary. Also, my business is animal-related, educational books and toys for kids about animals.

Anyway, getting back to the main part of this story, I first masturbate after meeting Daniel. He’s absolutely the stuff of fantasies for sure, and I’m ready for a hot one. I go home and clumsily explore the world of masturbation and, after about three or four nights of false starts, I make it to an orgasm.

Now, I’ve been a nanny for Daniel for just two months and I’ve been masturbating while thinking of Daniel too many times to count. As I get to know him, I become more enamored.Though, even though he’s made me something of a compulsive masturbator, there really is something more to him. He’s just sexy as hell, but he’s sexy on the inside, too.

Okay, okay, that’s corny as hell to say that, but I can't think of any other way to explain the impact Daniel has on me. It’s like my mind can’t last long without thinking about the man.

Like right now, this whole session started because I have some free time with the kids gone and Daniel is out on the last shift of his rotation. So, the empty house makes me a little bold, I guess. I mean, I’m still in my room. It’s not like I’m at the kitchen table just waiting for him to show up and butter my bread.

I do picture him grilling, though, and my hands get busy again. He barbequed for us just last week and he wore this adorable apron that his sister gave him. For some reason, that physique of his with that ridiculous apron just really turns me on and, well, it’s been my fuel for fantasy since then.

I start getting really involved in my imagination, moaning softly as I get closer, when I hear a door suddenly open and close. Then, I hear his voice. “Anybody home?”

I freeze. I can hear footsteps and then what sounds like the refrigerator opening and closing. There’s the sound of cabinets opening and dishes rattling. I practically hold my breath, waiting for a knock on my door.

But nothing happens.

Things get quieter and fade away and I assume that he’s moved to the family room to eat. I hear faint sounds of a TV being switched on.

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