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  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Daddy's Favorite

  Chapter 1: Sebastian

  Chapter 2: Adelaide

  Chapter 3: Sebastian

  Chapter 4: Adelaide

  Chapter 5: Sebastian

  Chapter 6: Adelaide

  Chapter 7: Sebastian

  Epilogue

  Bonus Chapter: Faithful Daddy Next Door

  About the Author

  DADDY’S FAVORITE

  CANDICE NOLAN

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  Daddy’s Favorite

  By

  Candice Nolan

  Her Daddy’s Favorite

  Sebastian knows he shouldn’t indulge in naughty fantasies about Adelaide. She’s too young. Too innocent. The lovely blue-eyed blonde is completely off-limits. Adelaide is his ward, the one he’s sworn to care for.

  Sweet, forbidden fruit.

  Adelaide has to know he can’t touch her, so why does she tease him? Flirt with him and torment him? The little brat drives him wild with need. Especially when she sasses him or strolls around in skimpy bikinis. So, can she blame him when he helps himself to a little sample of her innocent but tempting body?

  But after a stolen moment where he claims her with a devouring kiss, Adelaide runs from him. Why? Not because he took liberties, but because she thinks he’s not sincere – that he’s confusing love with duty.

  She’s wrong. He plans on confronting her, setting her straight.

  The time has come for Sebastian to prove his love to Adelaide and show her why he’s her Daddy’s Favorite…

  Romance starts with a stolen kiss in this stand alone novella. No cheating. No cliffhangers. Plenty of insta-lust, steamy sex, and a guaranteed happily ever after. This May December love affair proves timing can be perfect and second chances are worth taking the risk.

  Copyright © 2017 by Candice Nolan / Pace Bend Press. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

  This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.

  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.

  This is a work of fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES.

  All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older and all sex acts are consensual by all characters involved.

  Chapter One

  Sebastian

  “Damn, hard ass. I don’t have time to redo those contracts. Get Donald on it.” I rip my earpiece out and take a deep breath. Immediately another call comes through. I wave a hand to my personal assistant, Peg to answer it.

  “Sebastian Banuellos, estate planning, how may I direct your call?” She pauses with a smile and a wink. “Mr. Banuellos is in a meeting. Can I have him call you back at a later time?”

  Peg’s a godsend. What would I do without her? I close my eyes for a moment, struggling to mentally plan the rest of my day. I come up blank, because Peg took the morning off. I have no idea what’s on my schedule.

  “Thank you, have a nice day.” Finished with the call, Peg hands me the first of several files to review and sign.

  Mid-signature I notice Peg’s new outfit. She looks attractive in it and deserves a compliment. Standing, I turn her by the shoulders and ask, “Have you lost weight?”

  “Still the same, sugar,” she answers, smoothing her curvy hips. “Would I tempt you by losing a few pounds?”

  “You’d better not,” I slap her on the ass and sit back down. “You be you, Peg. Now tell me about my afternoon. Who’s my next client?”

  “It’s a lunch date at twelve-thirty with your buddy, Phil Cantrell.”

  “Shit, I hate these “do me a favor” lunches.” I step away from my desk, walk to a closet door, and pull out my gym bag. “It’s early. I’ve got time for a few laps in the pool. Give me a half hour, then text me to get my ass in gear.”

  “What about the contract rewrites?”

  “You’re so cute.” I pucker Peg’s lips. “You heard me, precious. Make sure Donald gets on it.” I give her a quick air kiss, staying far away from her lips. I learned long ago to use my charm and good looks to my advantage, but never mix business with pleasure. Peg is off limits.

  In a hurry to end the conversation and get changed for the pool, I step out of my pants. Stretching my shirt up over my head, I tear it off. Peg doesn’t react to the sudden exposure of my fine abs. I’m a little hurt, I work hard to keep tone at my age. It is better she doesn’t see me sexually, even though in my mind she should. I run my fingers along the waistband of my boxer briefs, teasing to strip them off. “These are next.”

  “Please.” Peg holds up her tablet to block her line of sight. “Keep the shorts on for a minute and I promise I’ll do my best with convincing Donald.” She walks to the door and stops in the doorway. “Might even use a little female persuasion to win him over.” She gives me another wink and exits.

  “You do that, sweetheart.” I can’t image Peg and Donald having an affair, but I wouldn’t put it past the two frisky seniors.

  The swim refreshes me and I make it to my lunch with Phil only twenty minutes behind schedule. Record good timing in my book. “Phil, pal. Am I late?” I ask, slapping him on the back.

  “At least you showed,” Phil says, wasting no time in giving me a rivalry jab.

  We’ve known each other since law school, but took two completely different paths upon graduation. He went into public defending and I sought after riches. I was young and full of confidence in what my good looks could get me. Built my empire on grieving rich women. I’ve since mended my ways, but kept the law firm I built on estate planning.

  “I want nothing more than to have lunch with an old pal.” I flag the waitress down and order a scotch on the rocks. “Is this lunch all social, or do you have a client that needs advice?”

  “Actually, I need a favor.”

  Of course he does. My brain turns off and I slip into a half listening coma. When a text notification comes in, I pull my phone out to check it. A bad habit I’ve picked up. After some rambling about being there for each other, Phil says something that grabs my attention.

  “And so I’d like you to watch over Adelaide.”

  “Whoa, back up there buddy.” I take a drink of the scotch that’s just been set down and replay the pieces of his request that my subconscious mind picked up. “You want me to watch your daughter? Your teenage daughter? Why?”

  “You weren’t listening.” He snatches my phone and slides it over to hold it in front of him. “Ever since Diann died, I’ve been worried about Addie. She’s moving out of state next month for college. My health is worsening. I don’t want to worry about her if something happens to me.”

  “Shit, man. Don’t talk like that. We’re the same age.” I puff my chest up like the idiot I am and continue. “We’re going to live
forever.”

  “Just draw up the paperwork.” He takes a sip of his water and I notice for the first time that his hand shakes while lifting the thick tumbler glass. “You know what Adelaide stands to lose if she has to go through probate without an executor named.”

  He’s speaking the truth and sounds defeated. He makes me feel like an ass for wasting his time while I took a dip in the pool.

  “Yeah. Sure. I can draw them up and bring them by your house tomorrow afternoon for you to sign.”

  I take another drink, savoring the taste of the scotch, and consider what being a guardian to a barely legal teenager will be like. One mistake and it’s her life I ruin. It might be time for me to grow up. Or have another drink.

  Adelaide is a remarkable young lady. One of the sweetest, and sexiest I’ve known. If I wasn’t so close to her father I’d approach her, but things have taken a sharp turn. Now I’ll be her guardian. It should stop me in my tracks, but I’ve never been what you call a play by the rules guy. This tease of control over her resurges a fantasy I once had about dominating over a submissive ward. It’s something out of a porno. It’s wrong. I know it, but hell it’s exciting to consider.

  “Will you come?” Phil asks.

  Damn, I did it again. I scold myself, realizing I spaced out while he was talking. “Sure. Just send the time and place to my assistant, Peg. She controls me.” I wink and click my tongue. “Much better than a wife does. Right, buddy?”

  “Diann was my assistant. Until she passed.”

  “Right—well.” I push up out of the booth. “I’ll get those papers to you.” Phil stands and I walk him out to his car. “Damn nice seeing you again. I’ll be in touch.”

  Shit! His voice puts me to sleep. I have to remind myself to focus next time we meet. As soon as I get in my car, I send a voice text to Peg for her to start drawing up the estate papers for Phil. And since the lunch, in my opinion, ran short, I head back to the gym to take a few more laps in the pool.

  All that evening and the next morning I have dirty thoughts about Adelaide, submitting to my every whim. I even watch a video along the vein of a young virgin being taken by her professor. Imagining my own barely legal ward in place of the actress allows me to quickly relieve myself of built up sexual energy. The morning is gratifying, so I only go in the office long enough to pick up the file for Phil. I decide to hand deliver it to him early. I text, but he’s in a meeting. He answers that I can drop the paperwork off at the house, Addie will be home.

  Great idea. I swing by the gym and pick up my bag to toss in the trunk. Phil has a pool. The only thing better than swimming alone at a private gym is swimming with a barely legal teenager nearby in a teeny bikini.

  When I arrive, she doesn’t answer the front door, but I notice her jeep is parked on the curb. She’s home. And it’s a hot day. Hope she’s sunbathing nude.

  “Addie,” I call out, letting myself into the back yard by way of the side gate. “Addie, are you here?”

  “Oh, Sebastian.” Startled, she sits up, pulling her towel up with her to cover her tight young body.

  Hell, she looks amazing! I marvel as she relaxes and drops the towel. I never get enough of perky tits, glistening in the sunlight. “Your dad asked for this paperwork.” I toss the manilla envelope on the table, dropping it without dragging my eyes off her.

  “He said you’d come by, but I didn’t expect you’d be ready to swim.” Her innocent eyes, scan me from head to toe. She notices right away that I’ve worn my swim trunks.

  Damn, what a turn on. Keep it together, Sebastian. “You don’t mind. Do you? Such an inviting wet temptation is hard to pass up.” I take her hand, kiss it, and stare down her arm to her averted gaze. Damn, she’s eating this up. You’ll have her riding your cock by sundown. “You’re positively a lobster.” I poke up her arm to her shoulder. “Why don’t you take a dip with me?”

  “I don’t want to get my hair wet.” She timidly pulls her blonde curls up into a hair tie.

  The way she bites her lip while she threads her hair into the pony tail holder is positively dick raising. I’m getting too aroused watching her, so I turn and step up on the diving board.

  By the time I come up for air, she’s dipping a toe into the pool at the steps. I swim closer, keeping my splashing to a minimum, so I can enjoy the view. She arches her back, inching in the shallow water. I stand, and wade to her as her tits bounce on the surface of the gentle waves, then in one sharp move, she ducks down to her neck. Damn!

  “It’s pretty warm today.” She rises again, standing tall, and wrings the water out of her ponytail. “I forgot about my hair.”

  “It’ll dry.” Making a bad decision, I swim right up to her. My dick is too hard to be so close to her young nubile body, but I guess I’m a glutton for punishment. “I like this color on you.” I pinch the thin strap on her yellow bikini top. “You should wear it more often.”

  “I do. Yellow is my favorite color.” She giggles behind a flirty smile. “I especially like the bows on this suit.” She shimmies her shoulders, shaking her tits. The bows she’s referring to are tied just above the triangles of fabric attempting to cover her breasts.

  Damn, I shouldn’t be staring at Adelaide, but she’s taunting me by her flirting. Does she even know what she’s doing to me? I twist an index finger into one of the ribbons. One flinch and she’s exposed? What will she do? Forgive me? Or pounce on me? I search her eyes for any sign that she’s scared. There is none. I pull back for the moment, giving her a chance to do the chasing.

  “Come on. Take a lap with me.” I shove off and swim to the deep end. If she wants it, she will follow. Using the side, I pull myself up and out of the pool. I settle on the edge and she’s in the exact same spot I left her in. “Swim, dammit!” I say a tad too harsh. She freezes, but doesn’t jump out of the water, so I dive back in the pool.

  “I don’t want to swim,” she teases, when I come up for air. She’s moved to stand in front of the jet on the wall.

  What is she doing? She has to know how seductive that pose is. She’s a vision, begging to be taken. Her head is knocked back, her elbows tucked up on the side of the pool, and the sun is shining down on her face. Of course, I’m looking more at the rays bouncing off her chest.

  Can’t exactly explain what comes over me, but I act on impulse and swim over to her. Under the water, I drag my lips up her body. She doesn’t flinch. I’m standing, shadowing over her rising and falling chest. Her eyes lock onto mine. In that moment, Adelaide is my fantasy submissive.

  Hungry for her, I plunge down and suck on her breast bone. Slipping her bikini top to the side, I nibble on a tempting peak. “Oh, sweetheart you taste magnificent,” I groan. Grinding in front of her, my dick is aching to connect with her wet slit. Only our bathing suits stand in the way of me screwing her hard and unprotected. That and the minor fact that I’m her guardian.

  Puckering her lips, I plunge mine on hers and kiss her rough. My tongue has no mercy for her young greedy mouth. I know I’ve taken it too far, but I can’t back away now. I have to have her.

  “Sebastian, stop,” she cries, pulling out of the lip lock and changing her tune.

  She shoves on my chest to push away from me, but I’m stronger in both muscled strength and will to continue. I can’t stop my throbbing erection. Being so close to her is excruciating.

  “Tell me you don’t want this.” I allow my hand to stroke up her thigh and tease along her bikini line. I don’t dare tuck a finger in. “Tell me again to stop.”

  “I don’t,” she says, but the back of hand rubs against my cock. “I want you to—” her voice trails off.

  I keep us pinned together, breathing her air, tempting her to take things further. She doesn’t. She continues to caress me, but she doesn’t turn her hand to grab my cock. It’s mind boggling, but I check myself and stop.

  “Addie, I’m sorry,” I plead for forgiveness. Backing away, I give her space to step out of the pool. “I didn’t intend to come
on to you. Don’t hate me.”

  She stays in place. Her lips purse and she gives me a disappointed look. Now I’m confused. Does she want me to keep going? I’m old enough to be her father. Better looking than him, but still. How far am I taking this fantasy seduction?

  “Well?” She crosses her arms, pushing her tits together. “Is that all? Are you leaving now?”

  Damn it! Fuck it! “Get out.” I grab her by the elbow and jerk her to her feet. “A man can only take so much.”

  “What? Why? Wait!” she cries, stumbling behind me as I pull her out of the pool.

  “I know what girls like you need.” I keep a firm hand wrapped around her wrist, sit on a lounger, and bend her over my lap. Ripping her bikini bottom down, I intend to swat her fast, but get distracted and marvel at her firm little behind. “You’re legal, right?” I raise my arm, waiting to strike.

  “Turned eighteen a few months ago. You came to the party.”

  “Perfect.” Air rushes to chase my hand as it comes crashing down on her bare ass. The hit on her flesh echoes her scream from the sudden pain.

  “Ow! I don’t understand.” She covers herself with her hand. “Why did you kiss me? I thought you liked me.”

  “You asked for this. You like it rough. Don’t you?” I spew in her face. “Are you daddy’s favorite? Do you want to be punished for your bad behavior? Go ahead. Say so. Tell me to fuck you.”

  “No, I won’t,” she whimpers, holding back tears. “I thought we were just fooling around. I’m a virgin.”

  “Don’t you want to see daddy’s big punishing stick,” I growl, my lips press on the back of her neck. I’m getting harder by the second, anticipating her answer. The right one ends the affair with a spanking. The wrong one is what I hope she’ll say.