Daddy Shark by Maren Smith

Author:Maren Smith [Smith, Maren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Hot Romance Inc
Published: 2019-11-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Ommin awoke in his own bed with the scent of Britney still in his nose, the taste of her still on his tongue, and his cock still hard as a rock. It might have been a piss-hardon at this point, but he doubted it. He also woke up in his own damn bed, because he’d known, honorable intentions aside, he would not have stayed off her if he’d stayed at her house last night. No way. No how. Because, with a woman like Britney—all naked, warm, willing, and half asleep beside him?—of course, he wouldn’t.

No one would.

So, he’d waited until she was asleep, then quietly texted, ‘Thank you for a magical night’ on her phone, and then called a cab to take him home.

He was proud of himself for that. When next he talked to Britney, he could hold his head high, confident in the knowledge that, while he might be horny as hell right now, he hadn’t been a jerk, an ass, or (judging by her responses) a rotten lay.

What if you never talk to her again, his subconscious whispered. ‘Once you go fish, you never go back’ was not a saying anybody knew and for a very good reason.

Arousal dying a slow and discouraging death, Ommin lay in bed for a long time, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, and trying not to let himself get depressed. If last night was a fluke, then so be it. He’d roll with that blow when and if it came, because that was just the way his life went, and it was his own damn fault for not keeping that in mind to begin with. Britney was gorgeous. She was fantastic. She had been a great time and he’d remember her for—

His cell phone came buzzing to life on the bedside table beside him. The screen lit up.

It was Britney.

Ommin whipped over to grab it so fast, his erection didn’t have time to bend. He stabbed the mattress and damn near killed himself.

Grabbing between his legs with one hand, he also grabbed the phone and, although the pain of it made him sound half strangled, he answered on the third ring. He was proud of that. “Hello?”

“It’s dead!” Britney all but sobbed into the phone.

Pain forgotten, Ommin rose onto his knees. “What’s dead?”

Because while it wasn’t entirely off the table, it was a little early in the relationship for him to want to hide bodies for her.

“My car!” she wailed in a voice that didn’t quite sound normal for her. Rather, it seemed a little too high pitched… a little too childish, even before she cried, “How will I get to work tonight if I don’t have my car? Daddy, help!”

She’d called him Daddy. His heart warmed. He smiled.

Plus, no actual bodies were involved.

Reaching for his pants, he headed for the bathroom to take care of business while he got the minor details. “All right, honey, calm down.”

“Okay,” she said, making an audible effort to calm.

“Deep breaths,” he said.

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