Page 13 of Their Perfect Daddy

What an amazing bond that would be.

I love having Micah in my life. He’s absolutely amazing. But he’s also my boss, which means there is no way I’m going to be all“hey, wanna see my pretty panty collection”with him. It would be too weird.

Knowing his brother could slip and tell my secret at any point is a deterrent enough. I don’t want anyone looking at me any differently.

A glance at the time tells me I have a few more minutes to my break. With nothing better to do now that I’ve gotten my shopping fix, I head to social media for a serotonin boost.

My feed consists of three main things: food inspiration, lingerie ads, and abstract thirst traps.

Yes, I’m aware the last one is strange. Though, it’s not as strange as it sounds.

For as much as I enjoy wearing something pretty under my clothes, I also love to watch the way the human body moves. Hands in particular are a weakness of mine. The way they flex and curve. The veins that sometimes bulge in a ridiculously sexy manner. All of it fascinates me.

Just as I start to think of how much I enjoy these types of videos, I notice my favorite account is live. I click the button to watch as I drop onto my stool at the counter. My legs are too weak at the thought of what new treat he’ll give his followers today.

TheLimitlessSkyehas over ten million followers between all the platforms. He’s also got a private subscription account that I’ve wanted to sub to for ages. It’s behind that paywall that he does his most intimate work taking requests for videos, sometimes offering audio clips, and being much moreinteractive with fans. If the cost weren’t more than I could budget, I’d have been a member from the day it launched.

His socials are nothing but his hands and forearms. The footage cuts out before you see his face, which I think is part of the allure. Each video shows him doing some of the most mundane things. Reading, cooking, and getting dressed are some of the most popular.

The way his fingers turn the pages of a paperback.

Ughhhhh.

I bite my fist as I take in the live video feed in front of me. He’s doing exactly what I was just thinking about—reading a book. Except he’s not saying anything. Aside from some soft jazz in the background, it’s quiet.

The tension that comes as I wait for him to turn the page is criminal. My body is a live wire, eager for those long digits to casually stroke down the edge of the paper until he swipes it to the side.

Immediately I can picture said fingers roaming over my body in the same manner. I just know he’d take his time memorizing every inch of me.

My eyes close as the fantasy forms. I don’t need to see his hands to know exactly what they look like. I even have his tattoos memorized in case I ever run into him in person.

Granted, I have no idea where he lives or if the tattoos are even real. He wouldn’t be the first person to do something fake to gain attention on the internet.

Either way, I’m more than prepared to find him should I come across any sexy inked up hands in the future. If they’re out there, I’ll spot them.

A tinkling sound pulls me from the daydream aboutTheLimitlessSkye, reminding me I have to get back to work for the day. I give myself one more second to think about him asI silence my alarm, then I flip the sign back to ‘open’ and settle into work.

There will be time to obsess over those hands again later.

CHAPTER 5

SKYE

And together, they would take down the demon lord once and for all.

I finish the chapter of this month’s book and take in the analytics on the screen before me. Of my millions of followers, nearly half are tuning into today’s live. It’s more than the last three, which makes me irrationally happy.

This hobby of mine turned business brings me far more joy than it should. Or at least, that’s what the voice in my head that sounds like my mother would say.

Granted, I’m sure a lot of people would agree with her. Especially when my day job is as lucrative as mine.

Being a surgeon for seventeen years means I’m well past the point of eating noodles and trying to make ends meet. More than that, I had a pretty decent head start considering I got a full ride to school back then.

Mom was a single mother of eight thanks to an accident that took my pops when I was a freshman in high school. She spent the next several years alone working multiple jobs to make ends meet and keep us all clothed.

It was because of our living situation that I got the financing I did for school. My good grades and constant volunteer work sealed the deal on me having a spot at any institution I wanted.

Fast forward many sleepless nights and my mother getting remarried later in life, and you’ve got the version of me now: Skye Gellar, renowned surgeon, secret social media star, and reclusive millionaire. If it isn’t work, then I’m not interested.

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