Page 3 of Daddy Issues

Fuck it.

I grind into my hand, letting my other fall down to cup my balls. Her sweet little mouth suctions around the head of my cock, sucking me hard, and humming. I stroke it roughly, my hand twisting and squeezing my swollen head on every upstroke. I don’t last long. The pleasure starts at the base of my spine as my balls draw up.

“Hailey!” I moan her name as I explode, hot ribbons of cum pulsing from my cock onto the shower floor. My chest heaves as the pleasure rushes through me, my knees going weak from the power of it.

Jesus fucking Christ.

The force of the orgasm was stronger than any other I’ve had in a long time, and it was to the image of my fucking nanny’s lips around my cock—my nanny who’s half my age, my best friend’s daughter.

Washing up and stepping out of the shower, I snatch my phone off the bathroom counter and pull up the dating app, quickly navigating to where I matched with the sexy little thing earlier. I look over the soft curves of her body, the flat, toned stomach, my finger rubbing aimlessly over the tiny blue fabric hiding her pussy from the shot. I’ve clearly got to get my head on straight. I don’t even need to feel guilty about having Hailey watch Mila while I go out for a hookup, Liam already said he’d take her for a sleepover. Fuck it.

I swipe right.

CHAPTER2

hailey

I siton the bed in my temporary bedroom waiting for the nail polish on my toes to dry, relaxing back on the stack of fluffy pillows to aimlessly scroll my phone. I’m grateful for the peace and quiet of my own space, even if I am living in someone else’s house. And not just anyone. Graham Colson—my dad’s close friend, a man who has known me since I was a kid, and my current boss. A better way to describe him? My dirty obsession.

I’ve always thought he was the sexiest of my dad’s friends and gravitated toward him. I grew up with Graham frequently hanging out at our house and had a major crush on him. His broad, muscular body, the salt-and-pepper hair that he got earlier than my dad, his beard that’s dusted with greys. He’s rugged but also put together in a way that makes my mouth water.

But, since I’ve moved in with him, living in this little bubble where we play house? That crush has turned into a full-blown obsession. He consumes my waking thoughts, meets me every night in my dreams until I’m writhing against my pillow, chasing an orgasm that I wish he was giving me. I think it’s safe to say I’ve got a little bit of a daddy kink. Not in the I want to call him daddy way, but in the older man who’s got his shit together way. Not that I would protest if he wanted me to call him daddy. I’d do anything for him.

I’ve always been a caretaker. Wanting to take care of everyone around me, making sure people felt loved and comfortable—it’s a huge reason I went to school to become a teacher, and why I love being a nanny. I enjoy feeling needed and find so much joy in being helpful.

Part of me is fully aware how fucked up my obsession is, and when my oldest sister, Hannah, suggested I nanny full-time for our town’s most eligible single dad, I thought I’d be able to keep my little crush at bay. Boy, was I seriously mistaken—especially now that I’ve willingly crossed into uncharted, forbidden territory where I’m very much playing with fire.

When I was scrolling on KissConnect, the new hookup app that is going wild right now, I wasn’t expecting to match with Graham. If you asked me yesterday if I thought he was on it, I would have laughed.

While I was scrolling out of sheer boredom, Graham’s profile came up as a match for me. At first, I didn’t believe it. Blaming it on a wine-induced, horny haze and that my brain was mistakenly conjuring up my biggest fantasy in the palm of my hand.

But after composing myself and taking a further look, there was no mistaking that the profile was very much that of the man of my dreams himself. In his photo, he was wearing a button-up navy flannel shirt, the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, the tattoos on his forearms a stark black contrast on his skin. A pair of worn-in jeans fit him in all the right places as he leaned his ass against a whiskey barrel outside the distillery, his legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded over his broad chest. He looked every bit the man I’ve been meeting in my fantasies every night since I discovered these new feelings.

PNW born and raised. Early 40s. Single dad. Looking for hookup only, no strings attached.

Blame it on the wine, blame it on my indulgent need for Graham to see me as more than just his best friend’s little girl—either way, I did the one thing I knew I shouldn’t. With my heart in my throat and shaky fingers, I ignored every single alarm bell going off in my head. I thought it would be innocent enough to swipe right on him. But my mind has been whirling ever since.

As we sat through dinner and a movie tonight, all I could think about was what would happen if Graham found out it was me. My profile is fairly private. I have no identifying marks, no visible tattoos, and my profile photo only shows my body—no face.

Mortification washes over me as I imagine the horror of him finding out. I’m clearly not his type, not that he seems to have one. The Aspen Ridge gossip mill says he hasn’t dated since becoming a dad, and if he has, he’s kept it discreet. Everyone has needs, and I would love nothing more than to be the person who meets those for him.

My caretaker traits are exacerbated when it comes to Graham. I see how hard he works at the distillery, how much he pours into being a father to Mila, and I want to do everything I can to take some of that weight off of him. I want to please him, make his life easier, and take care of him.

In every way.

But I’m just sweet Hailey in his eyes. Young, innocent Hailey. As much as I want him to, he doesn’t see me as a sexy, confident woman. He still looks at me with those soft dad eyes that say all I need to know—that I’m definitely not giving him a hard-on while flitting around his house.

I scroll through my friends’ photos on Instagram when a notification pops down from KissConnect. My stomach lurches, my wine sloshing over the rim of the glass as I jerk upright.

Graham.

Graham Colson.

My dad’s best friend.

My boss.

The man whose house I’m currently living in.

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