Her Hollywood Daddy
“She was sore, in the most delicious way, from the rough sex the night before. Joel had gone to Crossfit. Antonio had texted that he didn’t need them until the next day, so she’d been indulging in a lazy morning, sleeping in and then taking a thirty minute shower.
The sound of the door from the garage reached her and she smiled, wondering if she should drop her towel entirely and let Joel find her naked. She should have realized the footsteps were too fast, too light, but she was wrapped up in her fantasy of being taken by her hot, dominant daddy again. She pulled off her towel and tossed it over the back of a chair, then pulled the espresso machine forward, as if she always made coffee in the nude.
“Oh,” a female voice exclaimed.
She jumped and shrieked, diving for the towel.
“Oh,” the woman repeated inanely. “I didn’t realize Joel had...a guest.” She said the word guest like it was the equivalent of lice or rats.
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