Page 15 of Daddy Crush (Silver Fox Daddy)

There was a gentle softness in her grandmother’s voice. “You know your mama and Faith have been providing more and more care for your grandfather and me, and we downsized and moved here with them so the whole family can be together. Plus, with labor shortages and shipping costs being the way they are nowadays, making a living as a farmer is just that much harder. Your parents deserve a break.”

Troy spoke in a soothing tone to his daughter. “Not only that, but things weren’t the same for you in town after the incident with Hoss. These city slickers who wanted to branch out to the countryside were a godsend for us. They’re going to plant grapes and olive trees and start a vineyard and olive oil farm. Wouldn’t you know it? All that goat poop makes for fertile soil.”

I watched Clover like a hawk, every muscle in my body tense with the need to comfort her as she listened, shook her head, and rubbed absently at her arms.

Her mama reached over and touched her shoulder comfortingly. “Clover, honey, I know it’s a lot to take in all at once, which is why we wanted to be with you when we delivered the news.”

My baby folded her arms over her stomach and shrugged to hide her bewilderment. “I guess it’s going to take me a while to get used to the fact that our farm is going to belong to someone else.”

She raised her hands and stared at her palms as if looking for answers as I topped up everyone’s coffee, my arms aching to hold her and take away the blow they had delivered her. She could stay here as long as she wanted. I’d make sure she had everything she needed until things settled down.

“Are you sure this is the right thing to do? What you want?” she asked in a weak and tremulous whisper. “Or did I force you to do this by zapping Hoss?”

There was a general sympathetic murmur from everyone, and her mother said, “Oh honey, this is something we would have done even if Hoss never existed. This is a dream come true for us, and we want it to be yours, as well, which is why we came to pick you up before we went to look at real estate listings here. That way, you can be a part of the decision making.”

Her mother turned to me, and with one simple sentence, my life was over. Clover forced me to live on cloud nine with the way she walked into my life. She made me want to give love a chance.

Her mama continued. “After breakfast, your sister and I can help you pack your things. We rented a vacation home with a room for you and your sister, so Duke doesn’t need to put you up here anymore.”

A soft gasp escaped Clover’s lips, and her mama said reassuringly, “I know, precious, it’s a lot to take in. But trust me, this is all for the best.”

And on the verge of her walking out my door, I knew in the pit of my soul that what I had with Clover, I didn’t want with anyone else.

9

DUKE

The sight of the striped awning above my café had a Pavlov’s dog effect on my dick. Every day when I got ready for work, Wednesday through Sunday, I felt my heart leap with excitement as I spotted it from down the road. I couldn’t wait to see Clover again, meeting up with her in the one place where we could keep her father in the dark.

The smell of freshly roasted coffee beans welcomed me when I unlocked the front door of the café, being careful to lock it behind me again. It excited my blood as I saw her there waiting for me in the soft gleam of the low-lit interior, shades carefully drawn before opening, as she prepared for the first rush of customers.

We spent our days taking moments whenever we could, stealing glances and exchanged looks. We knew, however, that as hard as it was to hide how we felt about each other, we couldn’t let her father find out about us. The consequences of him learning of our relationship before we fully understood it ourselves were too great, and so we kept our secret, not letting anyone else know.

“Clover,” I breathed, my eyes latching on to her curves, which were built to drive men wild. This time of day, before customers arrived, we were still safe from prying eyes, and I had the urge to yank open the button of my jeans and slide the zipper down to give my cock relief.

Stupid idea.

The only thing that would relieve the ceaseless ache would be her lips wrapped around me, my fist buried in her hair while I pumped at her mouth, chasing my orgasm. Or I could bend her over the counter, yank her panties to the floor, and shove the full length of it in from behind.

“It’s good to see you again,” I murmured, feeling my dick swell with longing at the sight of her.

She smiled, and I told myself her eyes brimmed with possibility.

“The nights are so long without you,” she breathed.

This café was the only place where we could be together in private, and that time was brief, and passed much too quickly. I wrapped my hands around hers, feverishly relishing in the forbidden pleasure of our private time together. We’d learned how to quickly get what we needed from each other.

“Did you remember your rules?” I asked. When she caught her lip between her lower teeth in the way I’d warned her about, I reminded her, “Daddy told you what it does to him when you nibble on your lip like that, didn’t I, baby girl? The only one allowed to bite or touch you is me. Now, answer the question.”

I was too impatient to wait for her to respond and took her by the hand, leading her to the back room. Shoving her against the shelving in the back, which stored beans and other inventory, I grew frantic at seeing her young, seductive body and the way she panted, her chest rising and falling with excitement.

“You haven’t answered my question, Clover. Does that mean I need to put you into the employee discipline program again?” The eagerness in my voice couldn’t be mistaken.

Dear God, please tell me she’d disobeyed my orders not to touch herself without permission. There was nothing I needed more this minute than to smack that plump bottom of hers until she squirmed and wiggled for sexual relief. There was just enough time to leave her legs shaking before we served coffee for our first customers.

“Your silence is all the answer I need,” I growled at her through heavy breaths. “Lift your skirt and grab that top shelf with your hands.”

Clover was no shrinking violet, and I loved how, after a long pause, during which she visibly fought to curb her temper, she slapped her hands on her hips and insisted, “Duke, you know full well I’m in my sexual prime. Even before I met you, I had ways of taking care of myself, and now that we have to keep everything a secret, it’s not fair for you to make rules about diddling my skittle!”

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