Page 30 of Broken Daddy

Why did he have to be sosexytaking charge again today?

After dinner, I called the police station while Nate sat across from me, watching. His eyes never left me, and it lit a flame I’ve been trying to put out ever since.

“You arenotgoing to knock on your boss’s door,” I mutter to myself in desperation. “You’re an adult. You can quench your needs and deal with it.”

That gives me an idea.

Hesitating for only a second, I slowly reach to touch myself.

It’s easy. The sleep shorts I’m wearing are light, airy, barely there. My fingers slip beneath the hem easily and find my already damp folds. With a small whimper, I play with myself, teasing.

Just enough to take the edge off.

That’s what I tell myself, anyway.

With my eyes closed, I try to think of anyonebutNathan. How about that guy I hooked up with months ago? The young college kid visiting the city. I sayyoung, but he was really justyounger. Built like a demigod, some kind of pro-athlete.

The memory of his jackhammer tactics interrupts my flow and I groan in annoyance.

Okay, not him. What about…Henry Cavill? I’m not really enough of a movie nerd to be able to excuse my interest for anything other than physical attraction. But good lord, that man is built perfectly. Handsome, talented, not to mention he seems genuinely kind.

The thought of a classy personality makes my attention drift. Do Ireallywant a gentleman in the bedroom?

Before I realize it, my mind goes right back to Nathan Sharpe.

Close enough to the hunky actor I very briefly fantasized about.

Roughly the same build…Nathan has all that hulking muscle to him, hidden by professional clothing when he’s heading into the city. He’s a CEO, after all.

But damn. That day in the barn. In the pool.

The way sweat slicked his muscles.

The trail of coarse hair leading down his tense abs, right to—

The door creaks and I gasp, pulling my hand away guiltily.

Nathan steps in halfway, his eyes concerned. “You okay?”

Oh, God. Was I making noises?

A little mortified, I nod. “Yeah. Fine. Just…winding down after a long day.”

Nate’s gaze moves from my bitten lip to the hands hidden behind my back and my legs, pressed tightly together, the flimsy shorts riding up. His eyes end up resting on my chest, which rises and falls with the rush of forbidden fantasies.

Then those green eyes narrow.

He steps into the room, closing the door carefully behind him.

“What were you getting up to so late?”

“It’s notthatlate. You’re still up.”

My lighthearted scoff doesn’t deter him. He steps closer, invading my personal space just a little bit.

Just enough.

I sway toward him and Nate reaches out, his fingertips grazing my hip.

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