Daddy's Naughty Dog Trainer
I train dogs, not men. But Sean Ferguson? He’s got Daddy Dom written all over him, and I can’t resist pushing his buttons just to see if he’ll take control.
I should be focused on training his out-of-control golden retriever, Lucky. Instead, I’m fantasizing about what it would be like to break his rules—just to see what he’d do about it. He’s all order and structure, a government cybersecurity expert who probably color-codes his socks. I’m chaos wrapped in hot pink hair, a free-spirited dog trainer who believes in affirmations and letting puppies sleep in the bed.
We clash from the start. He thinks I’m reckless. I think he’s wound too tight. And when I push him too far? He proves he’s exactly the kind of man I’ve been dreaming about in my Naughty Girls Book Club—the kind who doesn’t just set rules but enforces them.
Now I can’t stop thinking about what else he might do if I misbehave.
This was supposed to be strictly professional. So why do I suddenly want to be Daddy’s good girl?
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