Page 19 of Daddy Crush (Silver Fox Daddy)

I flung myself into her arms, the motion raising the back of my skirt above my knees to remind me my pussy was now a hairless cat.

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DUKE

Fifty-five years was old enough to appreciate the rarity of her effect on me. I’d never felt like this about another woman.

Every thought I had related to her.

Every dream at night was a fantasy about her.

Every text I received, I hoped was from her.

She made me young again.

Clover: I have a surprise for you.

Me: Color me curious... ??

Clover: They say good things come to those who wait, but I’m finding it ever so hard to wait until you come pick me up.

Me: That’s a coincidence. I’m finding myself ever so hard thinking about coming to get you.

Great. She’d turned me into an adolescent, and I couldn’t stop myself. That was the problem. No matter how much I’d learned to exercise the muscles of my self-control when I quit drinking, I told myself the only way to get my craving for Clover out of my system was to yield to it.

And beyond simple sexual temptation, I found myself wanting to do anything to make her smile.

The anticipation of Clover’s surprise was driving me wild. I fantasized about sexy scenes—a romantic picnic in a secluded spot, a getaway to a nearby beach for some private time under the stars, with cozy blankets and her in my arms. But there was one setting in particular that had put me through a long night of soul searching.

Should I, or shouldn’t I?

I still thought about this as I drove to pick her up, and I could feel my heart racing with desire. But there was someone I needed to talk to first, and he’d surely splash me with the dose of cold water I needed.

Doc.

We’d been out to lunch and breakfast a time or two recently, but our relationship was still strained.

Back when I was drinking, I’d grow irritable and easily agitated all throughout the day. Starting my workday, going to the gym, doing laundry, grocery shopping—the most mundane of tasks became agonizing with a hangover, and I’d lash out at even the simplest of requests. My self-pity grew over time until the laughter and smiles of everyone around me were replaced by heavy sighs and looks of concern. I turned every atmosphere I inhabited into one which heavily weighed on my family’s spirits, like a dense fog that refused to dissipate. They came to dread having me around.

I didn’t blame them.

And now, my brother was the only family I had left. It wasn’t just about not taking another drink. Only after I realized I’d never get sober without changing the people, places, and things that I was doing while drinking did I manage to break my addiction to alcohol, which was another way of saying I broke my addiction to escape reality.

Clover was the first female I’d met who made me want to get it right. To be the one who helped her grow in life. And I felt safe with her—like there was nothing to run from, only someone I wanted to run towards. It put me at ease, but at the same time, shook me up.

I could have her tight little body pressed up against me in all the right places, naked, and I’d still need to hold her tighter.

The sound of my phone call to Doc filled the cab of my truck, and anxiety spurted through me.

“Duke.” One word, which my brother spoke emotionlessly as he answered the phone.

“Hey, bro.” The seconds played out after I pulled over to talk.Come on, don’t be a coward, I admonished myself. “Just letting you know I’ll be gone this weekend. Taking a brief road trip to the coast.”

“Cool,” he answered hollowly.

“Yeah, I’m taking someone I think I may be falling for.” I shocked myself by admitting it to him.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, but I forced myself to breathe through. Wait for it.

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