Page 15 of Broken Daddy

“What are you doing to me, woman?” I groan quietly.

Gen’s hand ruffles through her hair, spilling it back across the couch. I imagine myself there with her—prowling over her body. Teasing those thin little straps down over her shoulders, down her arms, until her breasts are exposed to the night air.

Unable to ignore it any longer, I palm my erection roughly. It does nothing to abate the aching need I feel to spread her legs and let that little nightie ride up to her hips.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me, and the frustration shows as I undo my belt and toss it to the side.

I don’t date, but I’m not celibate, either. Maybe once or twice a year, when I get distracted by my body’s needs, I give in and find a willing participant. Someone I’m passingly attracted to. Someone I’ll never see again.

Maybe that’s the problem.

I’m much,muchmore than passingly attracted to Genevieve Walker.

And I hadn’t planned on seeing her again after that night in the alley, when her long legs and hot center tightened around me.

Out in the pool house, Gen flips over onto her belly. The nightie skims her ass and I close my eyes, groaning as I imagine kneeling behind her, ghosting a hand over her bottom as I fist myself.

This is the third time in as many days I’ve had to touch myself to burn off the energy and frustration caused by Gen’s proximity.

I should fire her. Ineedto fire her.

Groaning, I turn away from the window, kicking my pants off completely and leaning against the wall. With my eyes shut tightly, I decide to just get it over with. My hand tightens its grip around the base of my cock and I go back to the memory of being between Gen’s legs, her warm pussy only millimeters away, the tremble of her thighs and the sounds she made when she came.

It doesn’t take long for me to stifle a cry as the orgasm rocks through me, cum spilling in ropes over my fist, a surprising amount given how often I’ve been doing this lately.

Iwon’tlook outside again.

Gen deserves privacy, not to have her pervy boss watching her from his bedroom window. It’s not her fault I can’t seem to control myself around her.

But this is a problem I can’t deny.

And I need to find a solution for it, before things get out of hand—literally.

Chapter9

Genevieve

A week managed to go by relatively smooth, aside from Nathan prowling around the house in a constant mood.

I can’t figure out what the guy’s problem is. He seems irritated by my very presence, and if that’s the case, why did he agree to hire me? I know he and Russ are good friends, but still…especially taking our past tryst into consideration, it seems like there’s nothing he’s getting out of this.

Eva, at least, is getting healthy, regular meals. At our last breakfast together—Nate had left early, before Eva even woke up—the girl explained to me through a mouthful of toast and eggs that her last nanny was somewhere in Spain.

A few days ago I’d overheard Nate seething over the new one, who’s able to fall asleep pretty much anywhere. When Eva fell and injured her knee so badly it needed stitches while on the girl’s watch, that was the last straw. She’ll probably be let go soon, if not already, which only has me wondering—why hasn’t he letmego yet?

Why keep me here if my singing, chatting, and enthusiastic cooking truly annoys him so much?

“Well, I’m not going to pretend to be someone other than myself,” I mutter out loud like a crazy person as I open the patio doors of the pool house and step outside.

It’s Saturday, and Eva is spending most of it at an art day camp Nate hastily signed her up for last minute. No idea where he got the notion, but it’s a good one. Eva was excited. Maybe he’s not quite theabsent fatherI’ve been building him up to be in my mind…

Maybe he’s been getting on my nerves, too.

Probably because he looks so damn good,a little voice in my head whispers in betrayal. I shake the thought off, holding the fluffy towel closer to my body.

I’ve only been on the pool patio for a few minutes and already the sun is scorching my shoulders. Picking a random lounge chair, I toss the towel and toe off my sandals.

The jarring sound of a saw blade startles me. With a gasp, I stiffen, hand to my chest, and whirl around.

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