Chilled and Thrilled (Daddy Issues, #1)

by Cleo White

Life is short, and if you don’t walk away from it with a single embarrassing drunk story, you’ve probably been playing it too safe.

If I wait for myself to get over Bram, it won’t happen. I’ll spend the rest of my days pining away and buy the cemetery plot next to his so I can carry on after I’m dead.

While I’m not clear on where one gets an official copy of the girl code, it seems like “thou shall not covet thy bestie’s hot dad” would be pretty high on that list.

she needs exactly what I want to give her.

Sophie has, or had, feelings for me, and believes I don’t feel the same.

I want to take care of her. Not as her best friend’s father, not as her boss, but as a man who takes care of a woman who means the world to him.

She wants me—has wanted me for a long time—and the thought of my bold, funny, brilliant girl, feeling any of the torture I’ve endured is unbearable.

I kiss her and it doesn’t feel like our first time, or our third, or our hundredth. Sophie Nelson, the forbidden fruit, the girl I was never supposed to touch, feels like she was created just for me. I was wrong, more wrong than I’ve ever been about anything. Wanting her like this isn’t a punishment, it’s a gift.

I’m not getting enough oxygen, but breathing doesn’t feel as important as kissing her does.

after showing restraint for so long, I’m too far gone to hold back now. I need to fill her.

“You can take it.”

“Sit on my cock, little girl.”

“Do you want me to show you how I like this, sweetheart?”

I don’t care what it takes. I won’t stop until this woman is as gone for me as I am for her.

From the moment Bram Vogel put his hands on me, common sense left the building, and my inner hoe came out to play.

“So that’s all you want from me? Sex?” Okay, that was not what I was going to say. I was going to tell him I had no interest, ninety-four percent match or not. Somewhere between my brain and my mouth, my vagina (definitely not my heart) took over. Bram leans forward, his warm brown eyes searching my face. “No,” he says at last. “Actually, I’m going to marry you.”

“You and I are not an option, Bram. Marrying me isn’t on the menu!” The man across from me smiles slightly, “We’ll see.”

“Tell me a fantasy, sweetheart,” Bram murmurs, lifting his head to look at me directly. “Tell me what naughty little daydreams you’ve been having about me, and I’ll make them come true.”

“We have days ahead of us. Would you like to see what it’s like to be mine whenever I want you?”

Feelings this big don’t happen every day. For God’s sake, I’m forty-four years old and this is my first time experiencing them. I have no intention of letting her go.

“I’m a grown man, sweetheart. I know what I want.” Another spank, and Sophie squeals, bucking against my hold.

“I think you should come over here, pull down those shorts and bend over the table so I can fuck my cum into you again.”

“I can’t count the number of times I’ve imagined calling you into my office, pushing up that cock-tease fucking skirt, and taking you nice and rough.”

“It’s never been like this for me, Sophie.” The words, rasped in my ear by a low, rapturous voice, make me feel exposed in a whole new way. Bram kisses my shoulder, my back, my neck, fucking me slowly all the while. “I’ve never wanted to keep someone the way I want to keep you.”

“Sophie.” He shoots me a disapproving frown. “I’m not sure what kind of men you’ve been dating, but I am not fucking around here. If I’d known you felt this way about me, too, I wouldn’t have held back as long as I did. I’ve been falling for you for a year now. Don’t make me pretend anymore.”

Against all odds, I got the girl. Now, I just need to figure out how to keep her.

If anyone else were to take out their dick and say those words, I would probably flip them off and laugh in their face. For Bram, I get on my knees.

“Such a good girl, giving me this mouth whenever I want it.”

“Making poor decisions as a child does not mean you have to deprive yourself of happiness as an adult.”

“I want you begging me to fuck my cum into you three times a day. I want you to be taking vitamins before you’ve even had a positive test, and when they call your name in the doctor’s office, I want it to be Sophie Vogel.”

Sophie Vogel—that’s my end game. Sophie Vogel, who sleeps right in this bed beside me every night and holds my hand into work every morning. Sophie Vogel, who teases me, challenges me, and reminds me to smile. Sophie. Fucking. Vogel.

“I know I’m too damn old for you, and you’re too smart for me, and you’ll be walking into a whole host of drama with my kids, but I want this, sweetheart. I want you.”

“At some point in the past year, it occurred to me that nobody has ever made me feel as good as you do, sweetheart. Just being around you is like stepping into the sun.

“When I’m done with this mouth, I need you naked and on your hands and knees in front of that fucking Christmas tree. Do you understand? That tight little pussy is my gift this year, and I want it. Now.”

“Sometimes, I have to remind myself to breathe when I look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,”