Next Door Daddy (Sneak Peek)

Chapter 1: Grant

Her whiskey-colored curls bounced with each thrust as I buried my cock deep inside her. We’d barely made it out of the car and into my house before she’d unsheathed it from my pants and stroked it to the proud tool I couldn’t wait to use on her.

Not that she was special, no. Any willing, discreet woman would do, but she had made a habit of pursuing me and for the moment I was too interested in a release to tell her to fuck off.

Sylvie turned her head and looked up from the couch where I’d bent her over and hiked up her tight skirt. “Don’t you want me your bedroom, tonight?”

I slowed my pace and furrowed my brow. She’d been eager each time to make it to my bedroom like it was property she needed in Monopoly. Too bad for her, I roll the dice and I had no interest in taking that ride on her train. “No, but I have plenty of guest beds if you’re interested.”

She giggled and clenched her tight walls around my throbbing erection. “You can have me wherever you want.”

I glared down my nose at her and smiled. “Then I’ll try and be creative.”

Even if I considered myself a sex addict, and recognized my problem, I still had standards for myself and respect for my late wife. I’d never taken any of the women I used to get my fix to our mated bed. Not that I still felt married, no. In fact it truly was till death do us part. I’d see her again someday, and I’d always love her, but none of these women were worthy of their backs touching the same cloth she died on.

Maybe it was morbid of me to keep the same bed. Most people would have gotten another and being that I’m a billionaire and money’s no object, I could certainly afford it. But we’d spent the last days of her life hunkered down in that foxhole together waiting for the last leg of the battle to end us both. And it did. When her lovely soul departed to the great beyond, it took part of me with her, leaving nothing but a great big black hole that I’d chosen to fill with sex.

I cleared my mind of the memories and focused on the back of Sylvie’s head. Those bouncy curls had stilled and so had I, but I wasn’t finished. Not even the memory of all that pain could kill my hard on. It was as if the last year of my forties was out to prove that age really was a number and Grant Roberts was as virile as ever.

I slowly slid out of her and she turned around to wrap herself closer. Her long nimble fingers working the buttons of my shirt until she swept it back off my shoulders. I stepped away from her long enough to drop my pants to the floor. She lost her threads too and then rubbed herself eagerly against my cock as I led her to the veranda and lay her back across my breakfast table.

Dipping down between her legs I stroked and lapped at her soft velvet folds, my tongue slipping in between them flicking at her clit and then I nibbled there with the soft brush of my teeth. Her body reacted beneath me, and she giggled as her fingers twined in my hair. I did some finger play of my own and rubbed her tight star. She stopped her silly giggling and a moan many octaves lower escaped her. I’d found a sweet spot and not for the first time.

I stood over her and lowered myself to her mouth, still pressing on the spot she loved best. “Is it ready for me?”

“I’m not sure.” She ducked her chin away from me.

“That’d be a no, then.” We’d had this conversation the last time. She’d all but begged me to take her ass, but I wasn’t about hurting anyone and she wasn’t ready for it. I’d found that out last time and I wasn’t the type that got off on fucking someone to tears, especially when I knew they were tears of pain.

Her gaze slid up my body as I pulled back and she pouted her lips. “I want it.”

I searched her eyes. “If that were true, you’d have trained it.”

She frowned and tugged at my shoulders. “Please. You know I like to be fucked hard. I want it rough.”

A growl of frustration escaped from my throat and I turned her around and held both of her slender wrists and put her face-down on the table. She panted and whispered, “Please.”

I wasn’t sure what kind of fantasy she was living, but I knew better than to do anything that would hurt her, but if she wanted rough, I’d give her rough. In one hard thrust I was back inside of her soaking wet channel and as I hit home a scream erupted from her throat followed by another giggle when she realized I’d tricked her. She should have known better.

I didn’t stop pounding and she didn’t complain. She fell limp against the table as I worked her steady, my pelvis thrusting so hard against her it clapped. I snaked my other arm down around her flat tummy and raised her up, shifting us in another direction as I considered taking her to the railing.

It was then that something caught my eye. The neighbor’s upstairs light was on and in the window stood a shadowed figure. I hadn’t been aware we had an audience and my cock responded with a twitch of pride. I gazed up struggling to see, but the backlit shadow made it impossible. The person must have realized I saw them because they quickly stepped away and the light went out a moment later.

I’d made my fortune on real estate and had even known that house had been on the market, but my daughter, whose responsibility it was to inform me of a buyer, had failed to mention my new neighbor would be moving in so soon. All I’d been told was that the place had sold to a single woman. My only hope now was they liked a good show too.

Maybe I should feel embarrassed or ashamed but that wasn’t in my chemistry. I couldn’t care less and to prove it I thrusted even harder into Sylvie until her walls constricted to milk me. Moments later my own release poured.

I pulled out and slapped her ass playfully. She giggled and then turned to wrap her arms around me. “Next time I’ll be ready.”

I smiled knowing there probably wouldn’t be a next time. She was getting too close to me. That wasn’t the nature of things in our club. We were supposed to switch it up so no one formed attachments and she knew it better than anyone. She’d almost been asked to leave the group already. I slid the condom off and threw it in the closest bin. Then I turned to meet her eyes. “You know this is the third time in a row.”

Her back stiffened and she turned her gaze away from me. “If we both like it, what does it matter? We could keep it away from the group, go our own way and do our own thing?”

“We’ve done that by coming to my house twice now after hours. I don’t make the rules and we all agreed to them.” Our game was tricky business, especially for someone like me. We were part of a private circle where loyalty and discretion was everything and her behavior was toxic.

“Fine, just don’t stop seeing me, okay?”

The tone of desperation didn’t go unnoticed and it was such a shame. She knew I had no choice but to cool her down. “After some time has passed, we’ll be together again.”

“Is there someone else you’re interested in?” Her tone was sharp and her eyes had gone wild and feral.

“We’re all tools for the other, no one better—

“I know, I know the stupid rules, but they were made to be broken, Grant. I can feel the passion between us, can’t you? There’s emotion there. It’s more than a release. You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too.”

“It’s sex and nothing more than it is with anyone else, Sylvie. I’m sorry you’re confused and I don’t want to hurt you. You know that about me.”

“I know which is what makes you special above the others. You’re not dead like them. You’re warm and passionate and—

“It’s time you go. I’ll have my driver take you home.”

She lowered her chin and sniffled as she wrapped her arms around herself and we stepped inside to fetch her clothes from the floor.

I dressed enough to walk her to the door minutes later when my driver pulled the car around. She didn’t have anything more to say and she knew that I’d have no choice to turn her in. Emotions like hers couldn’t compromise our group and this wasn’t the first time she’d shown an attachment to me or others. I should have seen the signs months ago, but figured she could handle herself. Everyone knew she’d fallen for Charles, but since he’d left the group after a moving away, no one had thought she’d make the same mistake twice. Besides, most liked that she had no limits. She was a fuck machine, bendable and pliable enough to bruise but not break.

Turns out I was a big softy and a pushover to boot. “I’ll consider a reprieve, but I’ll make no promises.”

She lifted her chin and then gave me a curt nod and then I watched her being driven away.

I hated that a part of me felt responsible even though she knew what she was signing up for. I returned to the house and showered before climbing into my bed for the night.

Chapter 2: Katie

The covers had tangled around my legs as I tossed and turned in bed. I couldn’t help but be a little frazzled by what I saw. Truth was, not even being a sex therapist excluded me from being turned on and it didn’t give me conscience enough to look away when someone was providing a tantalizing display on their veranda. I wasn’t sure which of them lived next door, but there was no mistaking I knew one of them well.

The fact that he was my best friend’s father was the only reason I didn’t have my hand in my panties curing the burning ache of lust pulsing between my legs. It had been there since the moment I saw what was going on. Instead I tossed and turned in the sheets wondering if he recognized me too.

What was he thinking bringing his girlfriend outside in front of God and anyone? Okay, that was a little exaggeration, but he had to know that I’d moved in. Surely he thought there was the possibility that someone could see. But that had probably been the point all along, an exhibitionist looking for a voyeur. Well he found one. I watched as long as I could and even though I felt naughty about it, I couldn’t look away. It had been like a train wreck; the curiosity of what I’d see next kept my eyes glued to her face. The way her mouth hung open, her face totally relaxed one moment, pinched in ecstasy the next. I couldn’t help but be a little envious of her.

It isn’t like it was my fault anyway. I hadn’t been able to sleep in the new home, with the new sounds and the new sheets I’d bought for my bed. I should have washed them first and then I wouldn’t be feeling every inch of them like a net pinning me to the mattress.

It was the noise that woke me. The sound of a woman screaming in this quiet upscale neighborhood is not something you expect to hear and since there isn’t much of a barrier between the side of my house and his open veranda, the sound travels and the view is, well, it was surely an eyeful.

I’d gone to my window and gazed down to see his powerful shoulders as he leaned over her, the thrust of his hips as he pounded and ground himself into her as if he couldn’t get deep enough. His bare ass tight and round and the sexy indentions on each side as he thrusted, made me wish it was my heels biting into them to urge him closer.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes tighter as I let my hand quench my need and it only took seconds to feel my release tremble through me, pulsing and clenching in sweet mercy. I might have felt a tiny ounce of disbelief that I’d been so affected, and especially by Mr. Roberts of all people, but I had always found him attractive. Sure he was my best friend’s dad, but he had always been gorgeous, looking at least ten years younger than he should have and staying lean and fit like he’d never missed a day at the gym. But then, so did Halle, his daughter. Good genes for sure. I had met her in college when we roomed together in an apartment. She’d taken on a roommate just to have company and even though I was almost two years older, we’d hit off immediately.

She’d been the party girl, always getting us into some crazy situation, but I had always been the level-head one, to the point she’d given me nickname Mother May-I. She had always been the risk taker between the two of us, the extrovert who could charm an entire crowd and sell anything to anyone. I guess it came easy when your father was a billionaire.

I didn’t have a father, or at least one that I’d ever known and my mother had left me to be raised by an aging great aunt who’d died while I was in my second year of college. She’d been pretty well off, so I’d used my inheritance for tuition to a better school. I had always managed my money better than most adults and now I was seeing the rewards of that.

Compared to Halle Roberts, I’d been the introvert, preferring to stay home most nights and study. I wanted to help families, something I’d never had, in hopes that it would make people better somehow, so no one had to deal with the childhood I’d had.

So, as it turned out, she’d gone into the family business which helped me secure my new house where I hoped to continue my career as a family and marriage counselor, and the more recent title of sex therapist.

The clinic where I worked had too much drama and ironically enough someone’s personal relationship had made the environment unprofessional. That’s when I decided to buy a bigger house and work right out of it. And wouldn’t you know, my best friend Halle had just the place and it was apparently right next door to her father or his girlfriend.

After the waves of pleasure stopped rolling through me I heard a car drive away and wondered which one of them left. I turned over and closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep, but couldn’t get his face out of my mind. He knew he was being watched. He’d liked putting on the show. He pumped his hips and stared right through me, and that gaze was going to haunt me through the night, that and the fact that the whole time I watched, I wished she were me. Even after I realized who was servicing her. And maybe even more.

I couldn’t believe what was going through my head. I hadn’t been around Mr. Roberts very often, but Halle had welcomed me to go along on a few vacations, but it wasn’t like we hung around her parents much. Then I remembered the one time we going to go zip-lining. Mr. Roberts had paid quite a bit for us to be able to go, only to have me chicken out as soon as I was harnessed. I was all I had left in the world aside from Halle, and I wasn’t one to court danger. He’d promised I’d be okay, but risking so much at only nineteen years of age, I couldn’t do it. I remembered the disappointment on his face when I gave up, but he didn’t push me. He helped me out of my harness and then strapped Halle in and told me I could shuttle to the other side with her mother. Mrs. Roberts wasn’t going either because she was too frail from her chemo. He’d sent Halle on her way and I watched my friend screaming for her life, my heart in my throat as the only person I had in the world sailed over a great valley. Her mother gripped my shoulder and we shared a nervous smile as Mr. Roberts harnessed himself in and shot across after her. I couldn’t help but think of how amazing and brave they all were.

Mrs. Roberts had passed away two years ago, and it seems as if her husband has wasted no time moving on. I wondered how he’d dealt with the loss and wondered if what I saw was his own personal therapy. There was intent in every thrust, as if he had a more deliberate purpose than obtaining release alone. But then, that was probably just the therapist in me.

I thought about Halle and decided I’d imposed my thoughts and opinions on her father enough for the night. I’d call her in the morning and I vowed then and there that I’d never say a word to her about what I witnessed. Perhaps suggesting a privacy fence would be better, but then part of me wondered if that would be the last show I’d see from my window.

Chapter 3: Grant

I sipped my coffee on the veranda and read through my messages in my phone. I missed the days of folded newspapers and the smell of fresh newsprint, but the local service had stopped delivering a year ago.

My daughter called out behind me and I turned to wave her out. “Are you having breakfast still?” My doting daughter, Halle was as beautiful as her mother had been, with the same wide blue eyes and peaches and cream complexion. Add that to her blond hair and waifish figure and all I had to do to see my wife was look at her.

“I’m finishing up.” I pushed the saucer of burnt toast and butter away and then took a sip from my mug.

“Oh, Daddy, why are you eating that blackened mess again.” She scowled at my toast and I smiled. Her mother had always done the same and neither could understand the way I liked my toast a bit darker than normal.

“I’m fine, besides, you know I don’t have the cook in on weekends.” I gave her a peck on the cheek as she leaned in then she tossed her large handbag on the table and raised her sunglasses to her forehead.

“I could cook you something, Daddy. I know how.” She lifted her chin and then plopped down in the chair beside me.

I gestured to the house next door. “I see the new neighbor moved in early. It would have been nice for a head’s up.”

She clapped her hands and wiggled in her seat flashing me a warm smile. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

It was a surprise all right. “You’re not trying to play match maker again are you? That didn’t go over so well the last time if you remember correctly.”

“No, Daddy.” She placed her hand on my wrist. “It’s Katie!”

I blinked twice remembering the shadow in the window. It couldn’t have been Katie from college. “Your best friend? That Katie?” I hoped the girl wouldn’t run her mouth about what she saw, but then again, maybe she would be too embarrassed.

“Yes! Isn’t it exciting? She’s going to be doing her private practice from the front office just like Dr. Peters used to.” Halle seemed real pleased with herself as she dug in her purse.

“Yeah, what kind of practice does Katie do again?”

“Jesus Daddy, do you ever listen? I’ve told you thirty times she’s a therapist.” I guess she had told me, but I didn’t think too much about Katie. I’d only met her maybe three times, though my daughter talked about her like they were joined at the hip. I remembered her well enough though. She had been a gorgeous young thing, the kind that might be my type if she weren’t my daughter’s friend and maybe a few, make that five, years older. We’d brought her along on our last trip to our summer home on the island. “I can’t keep up with you and your friends.”

“Katie isn’t just any old friend, Daddy. She’s my best friend and she’s always been like family to me. When she called needing a house I knew that Dr. Peters’ old place would be perfect. Plus, when I come to see you, I can see her too. We’ve not gotten to hang out as often since college.”

“That’s what happens, Halle. People grow up and move on with their careers and their own lives.”

“Not me and Katie. We’re going to be friends until the end.”

“At least until one of you are married. How’s that boyfriend of yours, what’s his name?” I knew she had to be seeing someone, but I could never get her to tell me who.

“For the last time, I’m not seeing anyone.” She cut her gaze to me and smirked.

Laughter belted from my throat. “That’s not the most convincing face.”

“We were talking about Katie, remember.”

“Still?” I drank my last sip of coffee and placed the mug away from me.

“Yes, I’m about to go over and see her. You’re welcome to come along and meet her again. I know it’s been years. You should really try and be neighborly. I’d love for her to come to our dinners on Mondays. She doesn’t have any family of her own.”

“I can’t today. I’ve got a meeting with a nine iron in half an hour.”

She gave me a sideward glance. “Daddy, you’ve gotten where you hang out at the club more than a retired person.”

“I may as well be retired. It’s not like I do much more than take phone calls and host business meetings these days. Besides, I’ll be fifty my next birthday. I’m an old man.” I flashed a wink.

“You’re being silly. You don’t do much more with the business because you don’t have to and you don’t want to. Personally I’m worried about you.” The concern showed in the set of her brow and the pout of her lip.

“I’m fine, honey. I promise. I’m keeping busy in my own ways.” I’d never be able to tell her exactly which ways. I stood and stroked her hair, brushing a loose strand of it from her face. “Go on and have a good visit with Katie. I’ll see her another time.”

“Fine! Have fun.” She shoved her things back into her bag and then headed into the house and I followed. She’d stopped in the hallway to text and I went around her to fetch my clubs.

I had to make it believable, and besides, it wasn’t like I wouldn’t hit the links eventually. Maybe after I have my balls polished.

She was still there when I headed out and I wondered what had been so important that she couldn’t put it off until after she saw Katie.

I made the short trip to the club and headed to the restaurant where my friend waited out front.

Mila’s brow furrowed as she slid across my soft leather seat. “You’re late. I only have like twenty minutes before I have to clock in.” Her hand snaked up my thigh and rubbed my stiff cock through my pants as she licked her lips.

“We can raincheck for—

My zipper came down as the words flew from her lips “No.” She leaned in closer, stroking my shaft and kneading her long fingers against my sac. “I’ll be quick.”

“You’re eager.” Her attitude almost made me laugh, but then her mouth found its target and she went to work.

I brushed her hair back she lifted her eyes to mine as she wrapped her sweet mouth around my head and sucked it with one long hard pull. Pleasure punched through my balls and I hardened even more in her mouth. She moaned as if it tasted like ambrosia and I worked my hand around and slipped my finger into her panties. Her mouth vibrated as she responded with a growl of pleasure and a twitch in my cock sent the first leak of precum into her mouth.

That only made her work me faster and she wrapped her hand around my cock to milk another taste. She worked it like a pro and I was getting so spoiled from our little hookups. She had an oral fixation I could appreciate and it fed right into my needs.

She removed her hand and sucked in a long breath, her throat expanding to swallow more of my thick erection and like no one else ever had she took me all the way to my balls, her tongue snaking out and tickling them. I rode out the pleasure a while longer, finger-banging her nice and steady to keep her purring. Keeping an eye on the time, I edged until the last possible minute and then tensed as my nut busted in her throat. She moaned and suckled like a thirsty slut until she got every last drop. She pulled away, still swallowing the last of my load and then kissed my mouth playfully.

“Come by again later if you want. I get off at five.” She sat back and straightened her panties.

“I’ll try, but no promises.” I never made her any promises, and I knew I wasn’t the only man she was seeing.

I decided since Halle had shown up the house and was probably still lurking around that I might actually need to play a round of golf, so I pulled into the main parking lot after dropping Mila back off up front and grabbed my clubs.

I thought about Sylvie from the group and wondered why she couldn’t be more like Mila; free and easy going, and eager to play along with nothing but her own pleasure as a payoff. I’m sure Sylvie had started out that way, with good intentions, and there was no saying that Mila wouldn’t change her game eventually too, but the other girl had put me in a bad spot the other night. I still wasn’t sure if I was going to turn her in or not. The whole group thing was starting to be a turnoff and that was a bad thing for a guy like me.

Chapter 4: Katie

Living alone with no family makes for an awful lonely time unpacking, but then, it also means there isn’t too much to unpack. I had only gotten through my fifth box in the kitchen when I realized the cabinets would have to be empty when I had them re-stained later the following week. So instead of unpacking I’d started the re-packing process when Halle knocked on my back door.

I threw open the door and she rushed me for a hug. “Oh wow, you’re doing this all by yourself?” Halle broke away and went the first box she saw and started pulling things out while I shut the door.

I spun around to find her working on the items I’d just unpacked and repacked. “Wait. Not that one.” I hurried over and took the stuff and put it back in the box.

“Sorry.” She held her hands up and stepped back from it like it might explode.

“No problem. I was working in here when I remembered the man’s coming to do my cabinets next week. I’ll have to wait to set this room up later.” I was so excited to be getting the kitchen done to my tastes. It had always been a dream of mine to have a big kitchen. I loved cooking and creating fun, colorful recipes.

“I’m so excited for you. I knew you’d love this house.” She gave a tiny squeal and lifted her shoulders.

“About the neighbor,” I gestured to direction of her father’s home. “Is it a man or a woman?”

She stiffened and her smile faded. “Did you see a woman?”

Her suspicious tone had me taken aback. “No, I was only wondering.” I didn’t want to spill any of her father’s private details.

She put a hand on her chest and took a deep breath. “Oh I thought you saw a woman over there. That’s my dad’s house.”

Her mother had been gone for an acceptable amount of time for her dad to start dating, but I wasn’t going to try and explain that to her now, not with the look of shock and the green tint still fading from her skin. “Your dad, huh? You should have told me. How nice I get to be neighbors with him.”

“I know, right? I get to have my two favorite people in the whole world right here so close. Right where I can look out for you both.”

I stifled a giggle. “And you called me Mother May-I.”

“Oh you’re still like an old lady. Take this rug for instance.” She glared down to the rug that was left by the previous home owner.

“Hey, I take no responsibility for that rug. It came with the house.”

She curled her nose and did another glance. “Sorry, I guess that’s on me too. I thought I took out all the ugly stuff.”

“Well, I kind of like it, so I think I’m going to keep my ugly rug. Besides, I don’t have another one. Do you have any idea how much a new rug would cost for a room that size?” Of course she didn’t. She wasn’t used to being completely on her own.

“You know better. If I needed a new rug I’d go steal one of Daddy’s. He wouldn’t care and he’d buy a new one. I can go over and see if he’s got one if you want.” She gestured a thumb in his direction.

“No, that’s okay.” I couldn’t imagine the things he’d done on his rug after seeing what he’d done to his patio table.

“Offer stands. He’ll never miss it and if he does, he can come over and see it any time he wants.” She didn’t miss a beat as she strolled into the next room. “This room is my favorite.” She called from my new office. “Your patients are going to love it.”

“I prefer to call them clients. The word patients makes them seem crazy.”

She stopped and thought for a moment and then her eyes widened. “Are some of them crazy? Like really insane or something? You really should make sure your alarm is kept in tip top shape and I’d add a few security cameras.

I thought about the security cameras I did have and what I might have captured on at least one of them. “That’s a good idea. You can never be too careful, but I don’t like to think of them as crazy. I usually don’t deal with anyone too out there. Though I admit that some of the sexual deviants I’ve met are a bit interesting, most of my personal clients are as average as anyone else.”

“Deviants?” Her eyes widened as she smiled. “What kind of things do they do?”

“Lots of various things that you probably don’t want to think about, so I’ll spare you the details.”

“Well, that’s no fun.” Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she headed into another room and after a moment of quiet she stepped back in earshot. “This house is amazing. I should have bought it myself.”

“Why didn’t you?” I smiled and waited for the answer I predicted.

“Because my father lives next door.” Yeah, that was the one. But suddenly her mood seemed to change as she asked the next question. “Do you treat other types of sex addicts or only people with crazy issues?”

“I’m first and foremost a family and marriage counselor, though I do normal sex therapy, yes. Any particular reason you ask?” Maybe she was having an issue of her own she didn’t want to talk about.

“Not at all.” She glanced around the room. “Is there anything else I can do for you as your realtor extraordinaire and best friend?”

“You could ask your father about planting some trees between our houses. It might keep the noise level down for both of us and add a bit more privacy.” I hoped the suggestion wouldn’t hint to anything, but I’d appreciate her asking instead of me. If I had to ask, he’d know why and I’d rather not have to look him in the face.

“That sounds like a good idea. I’m sure he’d foot the bill too.” She smiled and took out her cell phone.

I shook my head and held up a hand to protest. “No, I didn’t mean he’d have to pay. I was just thinking since our houses are so close there, he might not want trees planted. I’d like to make sure it’s okay, but I’d pay for it.”

“Nonsense, consider it a housewarming gift.” She waved her hand like she was the one with the billions. But I guess in a sense, it wasn’t like she didn’t work hard for her father and she was his sole heir. I still always felt strange when she suggested using his money for anything. She reached out and took my hand. “It’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Thanks.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“When are you going to start seeing patients…clients.” She amended herself with a giggle and I pointed across the room to a stack of boxes.

“As soon as I unpack those. They have all my files from work.” I hated to think about how ugly leaving my last job had been and the emotion of it must have shown in my expression.

Halle put her hand on my arm. “Got ugly didn’t it? What happened?”

“Yeah, you know I’m not cut out for drama. My boss started seeing one of the other women counselors. They were both married and then their others found out. Not a great scene to blow up in the office in front of other clients.”

She crinkled her nose. “I can imagine.” She glanced around once more. “At least you’re off to a good start. I’m assuming you built your own client base?”

“I have. I should be good. They are all as excited about the new location as I was which came as a surprise. They are great people.” I did have some amazing clients. “I expect that I’ll be in business at the start of next week.”

“Speaking of the start of the week, I’d love for you to come over and meet my dad. We have dinner each Monday and you’re always welcome to join us. His chef is amazing so you don’t want to miss it.”

The invite came as a surprise and my cheeks reddened remembering him thrusting against the outdoor table, his muscular ass tightening with each pump as her heels dug in. “Sure, I’d love to.”

“Awesome, I’ll call and remind you. I know how you get so busy you forget to eat.” She did know me too well, but I had a feeling I would be anticipating the meet and greet.

Chapter 5: Grant

Halle’s ringtone sounded so I shut off the shower and stepped out as steam billowed around me. I wrapped a towel around my waist as the air chilled the droplets on my skin. I didn’t make it to my phone in time, so I left it on the counter of the bathroom and found my robe. Halle could at least until after I was dry and my facial hair was in check. I’d learned keeping a permanent stubble was best for me and spent less time grooming that look than I should have. I wasn’t the metro type, but wanted to be desirable. It helped with my cravings and I’d never had any complaints.

Halle had only waited five minutes before her tone sounded again and this time I put her on speaker and said hello.

She greeted me with a huff. “Where have you been?”

Since I’d only spoken with her an hour before I assumed she’d only meant since. “I had to wash the stink of the day off me.”

She huffed again. “Like you’ve ever sweated a day of my life outside a gym, I was referring to yesterday when you said you’d been at the club.”

“I was at the club.” My back stiffened at her tone. “What is this about?”

“I was told you weren’t on the greens when I called the clubhouse.”

“Are you checking up on me now? Isn’t this recent role reversal getting a little old?” My daughter had taken to asking strange questions of my whereabouts for the past few months.

“Daddy, I’m worried about you. You aren’t in the office and you aren’t spending as much time on the green as you say you are. I want to know where you’re spending your time. You can talk to me.” Her voice was pleading, but this was one conversation I wouldn’t get into with her. Not the truth anyway.

I walked to the bedroom and sat on the bed. “I’m a grown man, Halle. I’m your father and I don’t have to check in with you or tell you where I’ve been.”

“Are you seeing someone?” The break in her voice made me image the expression on her face as if I could see those concerned blue eyes right in front of me.

“It’s nothing like that. I have a few companions I like to visit but it’s nothing serious.” It was time to turn things on her. “Are you afraid I’ll replace your mother?”

“No daddy. It’s been two years now and I’m hoping you’ll settle down a bit. But with a nice woman, not some gold digger.”

“I can assure you I’d know if someone was only using me for my money.” She didn’t need to know what they were using me for.

“People talk, Daddy.”

“Are people talking to you about me? Is that what this is all about? Perhaps if you tell me what they’re saying I can resolve the issue.” I’d asked her this before only to be faced with denial and from the silence on the other end I didn’t think she was going to enlighten me further on the possibility.

Her long breath sounded through the phone. “Daddy, if I suggested something would be open about it?”

“I like to think I’m a man with an open mind. Your mother always seemed to think so anyway.”

A half-hearted giggle escaped her throat. “She asked me to look out for you, you know.”

The words were like an arrow to my heart, killing all of the frustration and annoyance that had built up since I’d answered the phone. That was my girl, always making me break weak. “I know, as she did the same to me about you.”

“I want you to see a counselor. Someone who will listen to you and help you work out any issues.” The words spilled from her lips like that would keep me from refusing.

I raked my fingers through my hair and then scrubbed my face with my palm. I didn’t like the idea of counselors or therapy, but Halle knew I’d walk through fire for her. I’d always given her anything she’d asked for and I didn’t see any good reason to change that now. “I’ll consider it.”

“Daddy,” I closed my eyes and could see my daughter’s pleading face. “Let me make arrangements for you for one session. If you hate it, you can stop at any time. Please.”

“One session and I’ll take it a session at a time after that. No promises. Make the appointment for me and I’ll show up.” The squeal through the phone pierced my ear and I told her I loved her and hung up the phone before she could talk me into anything else.

Aside from the counseling thing, something else weighed on me. Someone was telling my daughter things about me. I thought through my list of companions and couldn’t think of a single connection. I refused to date young women her age, and I never dated any of her friends. The only person who could have said anything was Katie, and the only thing she’d seen was the episode on the veranda. I wasn’t convinced it was her. Things had been strange long before she moved in.

Mila from the golf course, the sweet thing with the oral fixation was a good six years older than my Halle and well below our class to be friends with her. Not that I’d ever felt we were better than anyone, but I didn’t think Mila had been to any private schools or colleges other than maybe a frat party or two in her day.

Then there were the women in the group; five in all and each with a special hunger and all in the same boat as me where discretion was everything. The only problem I’d had with any of them had been Sylvie, but she was only confused. Discretion meant everything to her considering her wealth and who her father was.

Other than that, I’d had a few one-nighters here and there, all willing and eager, but nothing I was interested in repeating. I couldn’t imagine anyone running their mouth to my daughter other than Katie, but I’d imagined she’d been so embarrassed she’d probably kept it to herself.

I wondered what her reaction had been. Given the length of time she’d watched, even after I stared up at her, she hadn’t been too repulsed by what she saw. I wondered how long she’d watched before that and if seeing me the act had turned her on. I remembered my cock twitching in response and wondered if her pussy had tingled. Too bad she was off-limits. Halle would never forgive me, which is why I made myself behave more often than not.

I’d had several younger women pursue me, but I’d always steered them away with a polite decline. It wasn’t that I couldn’t imagine myself fucking them, there was no problem with that, and since they were all of legal age, there was nothing much deviant about it, but I didn’t need anyone going to my daughter with anything.

The last who’d shown interest had been a girl named Willa who was more than willing with her bag of toys and daddy issues. She’d tried to seduce me with gadgets, but I’d never been much for that. The only tools I needed came attached. She was an interior designer and had started specializing in sex romp rooms. I had bought a few pieces of sex furniture from her catalog as well as some straps and cuffs. I hadn’t seen her in months, but the girl seemed to be level-headed about rejection.

I’d have to be more careful and make sure that Halle didn’t find out about my habits. I’d thought I’d done a pretty good job so far, but maybe she didn’t know anything and I was being paranoid. I’d go to this appointment and hope that she finds a therapist that wasn’t a quack or worse, someone she was dating. The last thing I needed was some asshole analyzing me to get in my daughter’s pants.

The thought that there were men out there like me with twisted fixations who she might fall prey to, had always scared me.

I placed the phone on my bed and scrubbed my face with my hands again. I’d dried enough to slip into some joggers and a clean t-shirt and with any luck I’d get to sleep without any more worry about my daughters concerns for me.

I buried my face into my pillow and reached my hand over to my wife’s side of the bed. I still did it knowing I’d never touch her again, but somehow the gesture made me feel close to her. Before the pain could take me, I took a deep breath, pulled my hand away and thought about Katie being right next door. I wondered if she’d stepped in front of that window since hoping to catch a peek. Somehow the idea of that piqued my interest.

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Ever heard of a billionaire fall for his therapist?

I attend all her sessions.

And then… I undress her with my eyes.

If only she could let me use my hands….and mouth…and…..

She is half my age and my daughter’s best friend.

I know it is wrong

And I still want her to call me ‘DADDY.’

After my wife’s death two years ago, I decided to drown myself in my two favorite passions – women and golf

And then my daughter found out about my addiction.

She wanted me to see a therapist.

Katie is gorgeous and has become my latest addiction.

I know she wants me too.

Why else would she give me those bedroom eyes session after session?

I just need to take the first step and help her break those rules.

Because rules are for good girls.

And she is gonna be bad for her Daddy!