Galway Baby Girl

By S. L. Finlay

When lusting after a hot Irish professor gets serious...

She’s a cute college co-ed whose family have plans for her future legal career when she lands an opportunity to study abroad in Galway, Ireland. He’s the hot Irish professor. A successful bestselling author who has taken to teaching young hopefuls how to turn their pen and create masterpieces as wordsmiths.

Falling in lust and love is easy, but will she be able to keep her family happy as she pursues her writing passions and her love for a new country, culture and man rather than the legal career she was supposed to come here to pursue? Will he be able to commit to his hot young baby girl? To take her under his wing as her daddy dom and mentor, rather than just her professor?

This is a sweet and sexy standalone book with a guaranteed HEA. For lovers of age play, BDSM, travel and the culture that gave us the jig, great music and St. Patrick’s Day.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. L. Finlay
• Release date: Jun 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463919385

S. L. Finlay

S. L. Finlay is an Australian author who uses her erotic fiction and romance stories to force questions about human sexuality, to celebrate love, sex and life.

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CHAPTER ONE

I'm in Ireland and I'm not even Irish! I cried to my rapt audience during one of my spoken word performances. Everyone cheered and clapped, harder I'm sure than they did for any of the musicians who performed during open mic that evening in everyone's favorite Galway pub.

I was here on a semester abroad program from my university in the states when I performed a spoken word poem - far from my first! - about how I had been checking my ex's social media and had come across pictures of his new girlfriend. The girl had been beautiful and successful and I was still at university. But, I was living here in this beautiful country doing some of my university, so I really had nothing to complain about.

Since I had arrived in Ireland, I had been on the receiving end of a fair amount of Irish humor about Americans.

Because so many Irish left here for America and they had plenty of children (like any good Catholic), there are plenty of Irish-Americans who are seeking their roots. Most come here on holiday, fall in love with the place then don't realize how silly it sounds to the Irish ear when an American accent cries, I'm Irish! My father... Or grandfather, or mother, or grandmother, or whatever the relation is.

Irish people are the only Irish people in Ireland, everyone else, including me, is just a visitor and that's okay. In America we can be as Irish as we want. It carries a different meaning state-side.

When I came over here, too, I chose a university in Galway because I couldn't get in anywhere else and after I arrived, I realized how fantastic this place was for an artist like myself. I am a poet, and a writer, and a hopeless dreamer.

Actually, I am mostly the last one.

Galway is a fantastic place to be an artist and a dreamer. With a small town feel and a flow of tourists you always feel like you're at home, but then you've always got new and interesting people to talk to and never get bored. I wish I had more than a semester here.

The poetry reading was a month after I had arrived and I was already friends with most of the people in the room. I bring that night up for a very special reason though.

It's the night I spoke to him properly for the first time. Yes, the all-important him you were all waiting to hear about.

I had given up the mic stand after my poem to someone playing the guitar – they did end up playing Galway Girl the traditional Irish song, in case you were wondering – and I stepped into the audience to watch.

My friends all patted me on the back as I came back from the mic, telling me how great they had thought that was. I laughed and took their compliments. Of course they thought it was great, they were my friends. It's hard to get a real critical opinion from someone who is not your friend in this friendly small town after all.

While I was watching the guitarist perform Galway Girl I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder. Thinking it was one of my friends there to congratulate me, I didn't think twice before turning with a smile on my face, ready to take their praise.

But it wasn't a friend of mine at all.

You should change your major. Spoke my professor, his voice ringing with that clear 'posh' Dublin accent.

I couldn't help the smile from spreading across my face, he was so good-looking and that natural Irish charm? Well, what could I say? That makes a girl smile, whether she means to or not.

My professor was a good looking guy, and one who I hadn't thought had noticed me before. I was one of many students, even if I did have a funny accent. Plus, I was sure a guy like that wouldn't notice a girl like me any day of the week, let alone see me preform and know what I had been thinking for ages.

How did you know I was thinking of changing it? I asked him, a little confused by the situation, but trying to hold my ground and not look like an idiot, which is how I felt when I talked to men this attractive.

He winked as he answered, I didn't!

David! Called a female voice from behind him. My professor turned at the sound of his name and saw a woman standing there, looking put-out.

Yes honey? He asked.

The girl came closer so I could see her better inside the dark bar. She would have been a few years older than me, with flaming Irish red hair and freckles. This woman though wore her freckles like a model wares contour. In direct contrast to my own freckles and mousy blond hair, this girl could be a model.

Standing beside him with his black hair speckled with grey and deep blue eyes, they looked like the perfect couple, even if there was a few years between them. A few too many, I thought uncharitably, jealously.

They were talking in hushed whispers now, I was sure it was about how she didn't want to be here, as he seemed perfectly comfortable and she was telling him all the reasons she didn't want to be here in rapid-fire tones. Her accent making it difficult for me to make anything out, but I could tell she was unhappy.

In the end, she stomped off and he stood up straight having just leaned over to hear her better. Sorry. He told me, I have to go. Will I see you in class on Monday Lana?

I nodded, Of course.

The professor smiled and bid me good evening before walking off.

My friends, who I hadn't been paying the slightest bit of attention to until that moment were all jostling me as he walked away.

What did he say? One of the girls, Sammy, was asking me, a bit too excitedly.

I giggled, Nothing, he said nothing!

Are you sure? She asked, That's not what I heard!

What did you hear then? I asked her in challenging tones.

The guitarist had moved onto another traditional Irish song now and people around us were singing loudly. I knew this one, hell, I had been in Galway a month and of course I knew them all! Because he was playing though, I couldn't be heard by anyone outside our circle of friends. That was good, since we went to university with everyone here and I didn't want them to know I had been checking out my professor. It didn't seem like a good idea for that to be public knowledge.

Sammy cleared her throat then teased, I heard him asking you out!

Typical Irish humor, making shit up for a laugh.

I laughed along with her, Maybe it was... I teased.

Well, maybe he was... She went along with it and my friends all laughed. Irish humor was odd, but I did like it. It was different enough to American humor to be funny and quirky without being too foreign to me.

No, really, he was just giving me study advice. I told her.

Oh? What was that? Sammy's tone was higher than normal, teasing. But I was ignoring it.

He was telling me that I should change my major. I told her earnestly.

Was he? She asked, the wind from her sails gone now I wasn't playing along with the joke.

I cleared my throat and looked up at the guitar player, Yeah. He told me I should really change it.

Beside me Sammy took a moment before asking, But hadn't you been thinking about changing you major already?

I nodded my head, Yeah, I had.

Then why don't you? Seems like any advice from him could be good advice, he knows what he's talking about. She asked.

Good question. Was all I managed to say.

CHAPTER TWO

Monday rolled around in the way it only can when you're a student, suddenly a rudely after a long weekend spend drinking and clowning around with your friends. Even though I had had a fairly busy weekend, my professors comments were still on my mind. I had been excited to see him in class, despite his already obviously dating someone. I could have a crush still, I reasoned. There was nothing wrong with that.

I sat through the whole lecture, one on creative writing, although I couldn't tell you exactly what we were learning that day as I was pretty focused on our professor. I waited patiently after class for the room to empty out a bit before approaching my professor.

Even though I had waited for the room to empty a little, I still had to wait for a few of the other students – all female of course – to leave after asking him questions and flipping their hair a lot. It was frustrating having to wait my turn before I could approach him with my