And I smiled sweetly, clenching my bottom around his stiffening cock. Daddy was, and has always been, my love, my life, and this was only the beginning of our partnership.
EPILOGUE
Cleo
After our abrupt departure, I can’t say that I was looking forward to facing the Hustler crowd again. I’m sure everyone was talking about the CEO of News Enterprises escorting a barely-clothed stripper out the door. And the hubbub of gossip was to be expected.
“What the fuck happened in that room?”
“Wasn’t Cleo Jones a stripper before?”
“Did that whore just call Drake Markham ‘Daddy’?”
The talk kept going for a while as rumors and lies swirled around us. But I just lay low, minding my own business. I’m not performing now, I let my stable of girls take the spotlight on CleoWorld, and the Donkey Club hasn’t come knocking, probably because of my changing body.
That’s right, I’m pregnant … with Drake’s baby. Daddy had the vasectomy reversed at my request, and we weren’t sure if it was going to work, so I was ecstatic breaking the news to him.
“Daddy,” I whispered, as his cock was still buried deep in me after another session of wild lovemaking. “I have something to tell you.”
“Mmm?” he rumbled, his eyes still closed as his hands languorously traced my body.
“I’m having a baby. He or she is due in July.”
And his hands stilled immediately, although his eyes didn’t open.
“Honey,” he rasped, “are you sure? You know it’s something that wasn’t guaranteed to happen, vasectomy reversals don’t always work.”
“I’m sure,” I whispered. “I went to the doctor today and we saw the little one, heartbeat and all.”
Drake swept me into his arms, burying his head in my neck, holding my curvaceous body close. “Cleo,” he ground out. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, you and this baby. Marry me?” he asked.
I paused for a moment. “But you’re still married to Lorena.”
That posed a difficulty. My mom was long gone but that didn’t mean that Drake was automatically divorced. Instead, we had to go through a lengthy process of trying to locate Lorena before going to court, and so far our investigators haven’t had any success. They’ve even gone to Lima, Peru, Lorena’s birth place, and talked to various Jones family members, but no luck yet.
And so I grew large with our baby, basking in the loving, approving glow of Drake. We weren’t married yet, but will be once he gets a divorce. Did I feel bad that he was leaving my mom? Well yes, but Lorena had done such a trip on us that I just wanted her out of my life, and certainly out of my daughter’s.
Because we know that the baby’s a girl, and Drake’s going to be a phenomenal Daddy. It’s ironic because I still call him “Daddy” sometimes, but he’s going to be my little girl’s Daddy for real.
THE END
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Beg Me
~Sold to My Dad’s Boss~
A May December Romance Novella
(Erotic Romance)
© 2016
By Cassandra Dee
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ABOUT THE BOOK
Ten days. I had to spend ten days with Mr. Jones, my dad’s boss, so that my dad could keep his job.
My dad was caught stealing from his company and Mr. Jones fired him on the spot. But that meant financial ruin for my family. We’d have no place to live, nothing to eat, and I’d have to drop out of school.
But then Mr. Jones proposed a solution. I’d spend ten days with him at his mansion and everything would be forgiven.
Except the alpha male had rules.
I had to wear his clothes.
Eat his food.
And worst of all, beg when he asked.
And I’m ashamed to say … but I desperately wanted it!
DEDICATION
For everyone who’s ever begged …
Admit it, you liked it!
CHAPTER ONE
Lindy
I struggled into my swimsuit. It was kinda obscene, I had to admit. I’ve grown a lot in the last year, horizontally mostly, and my boobs, which had been tiny before now went out to here, while my ass went out to there. Basically I was the proverbial hourglass, sassy, curvy, busting out in all places.
But I sighed. What choice did I have? It was my parents’ twentieth anniversary and I’d rushed home for the party after finals. I’d been so busy studying and trying to do well that I hadn’t had a chance to buy myself a new swimsuit. So I scrutinized myself again. Okay, well if I hiked the top up a little at the neck, and made sure the butt part stayed down, at least most of me would be covered … almost. Barring any accidents, any slippery mishaps, I’d be okay.