Page 17 of Daddy Crush (Silver Fox Daddy)

Her words brushed right up against my trip wire, and we came together in shuddering waves. My orgasm shot out in a rush of cream, my pulsing cock gushing inside her until I’d drained myself completely.

My shoulders heaved against her, my face resting in the crook of her neck, breathing her in.

Shit.

Just the intoxicating scent of her was making me hard again.

I pulled out and backed away, looking into her eyes to make sure she was okay. There was a satisfied, well-fucked look in her eyes that made me stick out my chest.

I didn’t know how I was going to keep these feelings to myself. Pretty sure bliss would emanate from my pores all day until you could smell it on me over the scent of roasted coffee beans.

My cum spilled out of her, droplets visibly running down the inside of her thighs and onto the industrial flooring. I pulled in a deep breath, lungs filled, knowing it was me who did it to her.

“Don’t wipe it off,” I told her, my arms cradling her for the few moments we had in which I could pretend she was mine and mine alone. I could have every inch of Clover’s body pressed tightly against mine, and I’d still want to pull her closer.

But the clock was ticking, and within a half hour, we’d have customers at the door. I stooped down to pull her skirt back into place. “Leave it there all day. I’ll know if you try to wipe it off, and trust me, if you do, this morning’s punishment will seem like child’s play.”

No matter how risky, I didn’t want to hide the best thing that had ever happened to me. But her words made me question whether we could actually keep our secret to ourselves. Certainly, my dick could not, and the fire she’d started within me wouldn’t extinguish. Her next words made me wonder if I was strong enough to resist her, when my body screamed for her touch every minute.

Fully dressed and ready for the day, she threw me a smirk, which challenged my willpower. “One question. Is it considered punishment if I enjoyed every single minute of it?”

10

CLOVER

“You…” my sister, Faith, stuttered, out of words for a change, shock glazing her face. She didn’t know how to take the fact that I was being the wild one for once. “How did this happen?” she asked, looking around desperately for an explanation of sorts. As if she’d find one written on the walls of the room we currently shared at the Victorian vacation home we were staying in until my parents found a new place.

There was nobody from the family in the building. I made sure of that when making a plan to tell her. She was my best friend, and for now, I needed her help to cover for me. I hated lying to my parents, but told myself it was for the best, and better than hurting or shocking them unnecessarily.

Duke asked me to go away with him for the weekend, and we’d decided on our cover story, which Faith would back up. We’d stay the weekend at the Inn at Newport Ranch, close enough for day trips to the town of Mendocino, with its famous wild beaches, posh shops, and gourmet restaurants.

I looked into her eyes and watched as my words sank in. “You deserve to have some fun for once. You’re always the responsible one,” she said, before leaning in for a hug and saying goodbye.

And with that, mine and Duke’s secret date became a reality. We’d stay for the weekend, enjoy the sightseeing trips, while our relationship remained hidden from the rest of the world. I was so excited about the chance to spend time alone with Duke, hold hands in public, and go on actual dates without having to sneak around. It would be a chance to get to know each other better and see where we were headed.

Faith was suddenly back to her bubbly self, bouncing her butt up and down on the mattress. She looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You know what this calls for, don’t you?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”

“We need to go see Chloe!” My sister regarded me with amusement, satisfaction pursing her mouth.

My defenses subsided with her suddenly buoyant mood. Being with Duke was feeling less like a sin and more like a secret I wanted to savor again and again. “Okay, I give. Who’s Chloe?”

“Only the owner of the best spa in town. You need a mani-pedi, STAT! Time to spoil ourselves.” She leapt off of the bed and snatched her purse off of the side table.

“Wait. Now? I have to pack,” I cried.

My sister spoke with a quiet but desperate firmness. “Listen, girl. You’ve been through hell these past few months, picking up the slack for me every time I get in trouble, then that mess with the cattle prod... It’s time to give yourself some me time!”

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Faith steered me, her wide-eyed younger sister, into the spa, her grip on my arm ensuring I couldn’t escape.

Chloe smiled warmly as we entered her shop.

“Welcome to Chloe’s Salon & Spa,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you, Clover.”

Her welcoming demeanor put me at ease and made me feel better about the fact that I was a country bumpkin through and through, and this was seriously my very first spa visit. Immediately, it was clear she was a kind and genuine person, something I appreciated in a place where I felt completely out of my element.

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