Daddy Crush - Dad's Best Friend Romance
Daddy Crush - Dad's Best Friend Romance
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27-year-age gap? He makes me feel too good for it to be bad. I just want to make daddy, err my employer, happy.
Duke is my boss; I shall not want.
He maketh me lie down with wicked thoughts.
He restoreth my faith in the male species: making up for all the groping, immature men my age,
and he guides me down the path of being his good girl simply so heāll smile at me.
For now, that means serving breakfast at five a.m., but in my mind, there is more.
So.
Much.
More.
Yea, though I obsess about walking through the valley of sin, trying so hard, and failing, to remember the rules.
Heās turning me into a thing Iāve never been ā a people pleaser.
I will fear no evil: for my smoking hot boss is with me.
Twice my ageā¦ this could never work.
Only, OH how I want his rod and his staff to comfort me, the much younger and not-so-innocent country girl with a sassy mouth that gets her into trouble.
And he, a fifty-five-year-old cowboy with hugeā¦hands.
Now that Iāve had a taste of what itās like to be with a real man, a man like my crush, my cup runneth over.
I can never go back to the way things used to be.
Waiting on his ranch hands. Pretending everything is innocent between us.
I promised myself Iād focus on work and avoid the small-town gossip which hounds
me like a tick on a dog.
Only I canāt wait another minute to convince him Iām not as innocent as I seem.
Then one night, after my fierce protector comes to my rescue, it seems the only dish being served up at his eateryā¦ is me.
Duke is my boss; I shall not want.
He maketh me lie down with wicked thoughts.
He restoreth my faith in the male species: making up for all the groping, immature men my age,
and he guides me down the path of being his good girl simply so heāll smile at me.
For now, that means serving breakfast at five a.m., but in my mind, there is more.
So.
Much.
More.
Yea, though I obsess about walking through the valley of sin, trying so hard, and failing, to remember the rules.
Heās turning me into a thing Iāve never been ā a people pleaser.
I will fear no evil: for my smoking hot boss is with me.
Twice my ageā¦ this could never work.
Only, OH how I want his rod and his staff to comfort me, the much younger and not-so-innocent country girl with a sassy mouth that gets her into trouble.
And he, a fifty-five-year-old cowboy with hugeā¦hands.
Now that Iāve had a taste of what itās like to be with a real man, a man like my crush, my cup runneth over.
I can never go back to the way things used to be.
Waiting on his ranch hands. Pretending everything is innocent between us.
I promised myself Iād focus on work and avoid the small-town gossip which hounds
me like a tick on a dog.
Only I canāt wait another minute to convince him Iām not as innocent as I seem.
Then one night, after my fierce protector comes to my rescue, it seems the only dish being served up at his eateryā¦ is me.