Page 4 of Working For Her Attention

“You have sisters?” she asked, her curiosity crystal clear.

“Three younger sisters,” I shared. Something inside of me pulsed heavily. I wanted to tell her everything about my life just so she would share the same.

“Really?” Her head tilted, and I watched her long strands of hair sway.

“Yup. I’m the oldest and the only boy.”

“Oh no,” she giggled. “They must have annoyed you like crazy.” The most adorable dimple popped out just below her lip on her right side.

“Sometimes. Well, a lot of the time,” I admitted, and she laughed. The sound felt like a damn gift. The first of many. The bright smile left on her face felt like a gift, too.

“What about you? Any siblings?” I asked and immediately wanted to take it back. That tinge of sadness I’d seen just moments ago flashed and disappeared just as quickly.

“No,” she responded quietly, and I instantly knew she was going to retreat. “I should get inside,” she said, but her smile didn’t meet her eyes. “I have to start dinner.” It probably wasn’t a full-on lie, but we both knew she was running away.

“Right.” I swallowed. “Right, well, nice to meet you.” Princess, I thought to myself, the nickname on the tip of my tongue.

“Nice to meet you too, Sam.” She waved and turned around, giving me her back.

And like a dumbass, I stood there, feet nailed to the ground as the last bit of sun from the long summer day beat down on me in her front yard, my eyes trained on her body, noting the gentle feminine sway of her hips until she reached her door.

Don’t look back. Don’t look back. The boring, set-in-his-ways side clawed for the control he was losing. On the other side, the darker, demanding part of me I’d shoved deep down after I had been certain there wouldn’t be anyone with the same kind of interests in the bedroom as I did, climbed his way to the top.

Look back, look back at daddy, baby girl, he whispered in my head, just as she did just that. Her blue eyes widened and that perfect pink tinge returned to her face all the way to the tips of her ears. Good girl, the daddy in me praised silently.

Her hand rose and she waved again, giving me a shy little smile before opening the door and stepping inside.

Leaving me aching for so much more.

CHAPTER 3

AVERY

Sam’s large powerful body radiated heat like nothing or anyone I’d ever felt in my life.

Not that I was crazy experienced.

Which I know sounds ridiculous, considering I was a single, never-been-married thirty-year-old woman. But the truth of it was, I’d had a total of three lovers. And none of them… did it for me. They didn’t get me off, nor were they into the things I liked.

My eyes fluttered shut as hot wet breath hit my bare shoulder.

“You’re fucking beautiful, princess.” My thighs pressed together to find some kind of relief against the pulsating ache that throbbed with the matching beat of my heart. “Smell so damn good, baby girl.” His huge hands gripped my waist then slowly made their way down my hips to the hem of the tiny dress I was wearing. “Daddy could you eat up whole with how fucking good you look.” I turned, and his dark eyes pinned me in place.

“Sam,” I breathed, and his gaze darkened before he tsked. “That’s not what you call me when you want some special attention, is it, Avery?” My chest fell and rose heavily, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.

“Daddy,” I moaned.

His hands rose, and just as they were about to cup my face….

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. My alarm went off and I rolled over in bed.

“Fuck. My. Life,” I mumbled, prying my eyes open, hating the disappointment I felt at the sexy dream I knew would be playing in a loop the rest of the day that felt all too real. I stared up at the ceiling fan.

“Just my luck,” I whispered to myself.

I only had one choice as my body still hummed and the blood in my veins was a little too warm. I reached into my nightstand and took out my vibrator. The soft humming buzz vibrated in my small bedroom, the sound muffling as I slipped it under my sheets and pull my drenched panties to the side. Just as I was about to press it to my throbbing clit, the buzzing sputtered out and went silent.

“Ugh!” I cried. “This cannot be happening!” I groaned and sat up. “That’s what you get for not charging it up,” I muttered to myself. Tossing the unused toy back into my nightstand, I had no choice but to get up and start my day.