Page 146 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Oh. You are?”

“Yes, Little one,” he spoke in a low voice. “I am. How does it feel this morning?” He checked it over. “It’s no longer swollen.”

“Nope, it’s all good.”

“That’s good. But don’t swing your feet again, because I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir or yes, Daddy,” he told her.

She bit back her initial reply.

Which was most definitely to call him Daddy.

“Yes, Sir,” she finally said.

He placed his hands on either side of her hips and leaned in so his mouth was by her ear.

God.

He smelled so good. It was almost more than she could take.

“I don’t think that was what you really wanted to call me, was it?”

No.

It wasn’t.

But how did he know that? She was an expert at hiding her true feelings.

Or she thought she was . . . these guys seemed to have the ability to see right through her.

He ran a finger down her cheek. “It’s all right to take what you want . . . what you need. It doesn’t make you weak. It doesn’t mean that you’ll change. Sometimes you might . . . but you might find that change is good. You’re not selfish, Tamsyn.”

“It . . . what if I do change and I . . . I can’t go back to not having that thing in my life.”

He tilted his head. “What if you don’t have to go back to not having it in your life?”

It sounded like a fairytale.

You’re already in deep.

“I’m here,” he told her. “I’m not going to let you fall if you want to let go. I can see you’re holding on by your fingertips.”

She let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I’m so close to falling.”

“No matter what you decide, I just want you to be happy.”

“Why?” she blurted out as he went back to cooking. He was whisking eggs and the smells of the food cooking had her stomach grumbling. “Why me? I’m?—”

He put his hand over her mouth. “I’m going to stop you right there before you say something that I know your butt will not thank you for.”

Oh.

Drat.

That was a really hard rule to follow especially when she didn’t think she was actually breaking it.

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