Dirty Daddy: The Single Brother, #6

By Stephanie Brother

I was a single dad who loved to break the rules. 

Just because I had a son, didn't mean I didn't deserve some fun.

When my ex-colleague Ivy recommended her friend for a vacancy, I was intrigued. Willow was a small-town-girl looking for some big city action, and I was more than prepared to help her find it. 

I knew I should be more professional but playing with my associates is what got me through. In the courtroom, I had a reputation for being sharp as an arrow, and in the bedroom for playing dirty. I wasn't expecting Willow to be anything more than a way to pass the time. I planned to keep her close enough to enjoy and far enough away to protect my heart. 

I wasn't prepared to get hurt again. My son had to be my top priority. 

But Willow isn't anything like my ex-wife, and being a dirty daddy suddenly wasn't enough.

Author's Note:

Willow is Ivy's best friend from the novella, Fake Daddy. Book 2 doesn't need to be read to enjoy Book 6. They are both standalone novellas. This novella is short and steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephanie Brother
• Release date: Aug 28, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386953425

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About Dirty Daddy...

I was a single dad who loved to break the rules.

Just because I had a son, didn’t mean I didn’t deserve some fun.

When my ex-colleague Ivy recommended her friend for a vacancy, I was intrigued. Willow was a small-town-girl looking for some big city action, and I was more than prepared to help her find it.

I knew I should be more professional but playing with my associates is what got me through. In the courtroom, I had a reputation for being sharp as an arrow, and in the bedroom for playing dirty. I wasn’t expecting Willow to be anything more than a way to pass the time. I planned to keep her close enough to enjoy and far enough away to protect my heart.

I wasn’t prepared to get hurt again. My son had to be my top priority.

But Willow isn’t anything like my ex-wife, and being a dirty daddy suddenly wasn’t enough.

Author's Note:

Willow is Ivy's best friend from the novella, Fake Daddy. Book 2 doesn't need to be read to enjoy Book 6. They are both standalone novellas. This novella is short and steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy.

Chapter One

Sebastian

The smell of her pussy lingered in the air, and I wanted to show her who was boss. Who the one in charge was.

Her blue eyes were fixed on mine as if she was happy to see me. She wanted to speak, but I knew what was stopping her, I was her boss, and I liked to play hard and fuck even more laboriously.

I stroked her face and twirled my finger around her blonde hair as she stood naked ready for me to take her. I called her in here to work late, but she had no idea what that meant. Willow thought it meant getting through the latest case, but all I wanted to do was take her. She’d been flirting with me all day, and now I was ready to make it to the next level.

I took her hand and led her to the sofa.

Are you just a tease?

Her voice trembled as she said, No.

I smirked and raised an eyebrow, Really? Well, let’s see tonight.

I sat on the sofa and patted the space next me for her to sit by my side.

I don’t like teases, and I’m about to show you what I do to them.

Like a child, she nodded her head, probably excited and frightened at the same time. She could leave any time. Report me, and I didn’t give a fuck, because I knew that she wasn’t a tease and she would follow through. I never mixed business with pleasure, but Willow was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Lay across my knees. I’m going to give you a taste of the punishment, I commanded her to do it. There was no other option for her, but to follow.

She gently laid across my knee and I shifted her a bit to make sure that she was comfortable.

This is going to sting a little, I snarled as I started to indulge in her ass.

I loved a woman with some meat on her body. Something to pinch and hold on to and that was exactly what was displayed in front of me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I started to rub her ass tenderly.

Get ready to enjoy the ride. Don't think of it as pain, but only pleasure and you’ll start to enjoy it.

Okay, she said, her voice trembling.

I wondered if she realized that I was about to spank her or if she had something dirtier in mind like fucking her against my desk? She had a mix of confidence and nervousness about her that made me want to know what was going on in her head.

One minute my hand was resting against her ass gently, and the next it was a crushing pain on her cheek. It turned red showing that it hurt as I hit her causing a mini explosion against her skin.

Fuck, her silence was driving me insane, so I spanked her a little harder. Still nothing, I did it again, wondering if she was an expert at this until she cried out a little.

I started to get a rhythm as I heard the meaty crack of flesh on flesh. My cock was so fucking hard; I could see that her skin was burning and every slap stung her more and more.

She stopped fucking crying and started to moan and rub herself against me. As soft whimpers begin to escape her mouth. She was moving up my leg so that her pussy lined up against the curve of my thigh. She wanted me to fuck her with my fingers. I was fucking dying as the next blow made us grind together. Her cry turned into a borderline scream and I knew that she was about to come.

Come for me!

I commanded as my hands ran over her burning flesh. I started to soothe it in small circles. I slide a finger into her pussy, and she was so fucking wet.

You’re so fucking wet, I growled as my cock fucking jerked out of control. She was fucking driving me wild. I want to fuck her so badly.

I slid another finger inside of her, pushing past her folds of smoothness because she was so fucking tight and I wanted to open her up. I tried to make her beg, but her screams were getting louder as she started to buck against me. If fucking security were checking the building, he would think that someone was being attacked or something and probably storm in here, but I was too fucking hard to care.

I pushed more profoundly, and she opened her legs more fully hoping that I would take more of her. She purred as her pussy stretched wider and I slipped my finger in deeper. I used the pad of my thumb to rub against her clit in small circles.

Shit, you better come soon, or I’m going to have to fuck you on the sofa, I snarled as I gave her a final rub and sweetly released her. I felt her orgasm explode through her body in a surge as her pussy clung on to my fingers. I’d never controlled myself like this before; usually, when I'm ready to take her, I do it. I moved her off my lap. I could tell that she was weak because she could hardly walk.

I was just about to relieve myself; she wanted me to take her, it was written all over her face as once again she looked at me. She was begging me to do it as she started to dance like a hooker born in a brothel. I’d created a monster.

Her dark eyes were focused on my cock which was nearly bursting through the seams.

My cell rang, and I ignored it, but there was one problem. It was my personal phone. The one that my nanny used whenever there was an issue at home. This meant that my cock would not be released now, because tonight I knew that it was over just as it had begun.

Chapter Two

Sebastian

My life went on as usual, with one significant change that I’d thought I was slowly growing used to. Willow, my shadow.

At least I had been growing used to her, until I gave into temptation and had her sweet ass on my sofa, which felt too long ago, even if it was only a week ago.

Now, every time I saw her, I didn’t know how to handle her. I couldn’t meet her eyes anymore, and it was getting awkward.

Isn’t she done shadowing me yet?

She was new to the firm, but she had high qualifications, and she was partnered with me because I needed an assistant to help me with my cases. She was a good worker, too fucking good and sexy.

If only I hadn't spanked her.

That was my biggest mistake. I was older and wiser, and I knew better. After all, mixing work and pleasure was how I ended up married to a woman who left me a few years later with a son she didn’t want to look after. So, she discarded the both of us and put all the blame on me.

I couldn’t even say I didn’t deserve any of the blame. I wasn’t exactly excellent husband material, and the only reason we rushed into a marriage from an office affair in the first place, was because we got careless and she got pregnant.