Touch Me, Daddy [Forbidden Ties Sensual Collection]

rst moment she laid her eyes on him. The only problem? He's her dad's

to push him to the brink. Theresa knows Max equally has a crush

pretty solid mome

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ching, and t

ax Storm

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Ther

ning, Doc

, Amelia. How

ttle Ameli

zes my heart, causing me to place a hand on my chest. Doctor Storm smiles as he picks Amelia up like she's a

die for

ie for Do

ean

rst time I saw him, the first time I was taken to the hospital - purely a coincidence, I'd found it

over a

or Max Storm was, and still is the first, and only

to Daddy for employing hi

im of the situation, and asking that he come over and take a look at her before he heads off to the hospital. I'd deliberately po

nning. "Shit. Not you too! What

, wincing as I tried to rub my t

ay, so Max can have a look at you too.

he door closes, I beam and jump on the bed, h

thing for D

ing a

rting myself

hrow on a tank top and the shortest shorts I have. I run my fingers through my hair, smoothing th

is h

a

s, seated in the living room with little Amelia in between his legs, giggling. A warm fee

s striking my inner being, and I nudge myself to get into action by cupp

then pity floods his eyes.

th two plates of steaming lasagna, which he sets down on the dinning table

, knowing damn well he'll say no. Dad hates it when we act all bratty. It's not the way he brought us up to be. Not the way Mom wants us to

e he gets to yell at me, Doctor Storm comes to my

don't unde

and Dad is oblivious, but it delivers the required effect on him. "It'll be best

t'll take, then s

lway

wa

anywhere near Dad's dinners or little Amelia, but in my room. I mull over those fantasies every night. Think up ways t

eaning. Set the scene. I lit a scented candle, and sprayed some perfume in the air, then pulled off my shorts

I w

up to

ir

r.

a golden burning sun. He beams at me, and pushes his dark hair back, taking sturdy steps into the room. I watch him drop his su

h

doesn't

n saying... I

of his palm against my temple. "I'm sorry. I would have suggested we head to t

he hos

g to perfection. And he's so close. So close to me for the very first time ever. I close my eyes, and savor the moment. Mem

re you even

nt, my cheeks flushed. He chuckles, and I

en stressing you about school latel

in silence as I admire this beautiful man. But since I've wanted this, this closeness

door c

nkle in confu

or?" I ask again, th

head. "You w

es

ka

rky, as though he's trying to process what is happening. With a

anket up and

f my ta

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