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  My Best Friend’s Daddy

  Sofia T Summers

  Copyright © 2020 by Sofia T Summers

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  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

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  Prologue: Holly

  1. Keith

  2. Holly

  3. Keith

  4. Holly

  5. Keith

  6. Holly

  7. Keith

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  11. Keith

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  21. Keith

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  27. Keith

  28. Holly

  Epilogue: Holly

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  I feel so guilty drooling over the doctor next door!

  How could I not?

  The man is everything he shouldn’t be.

  He’s my daddy’s best friend… and if that wasn’t enough, he’s also my best friend’s dad.

  Which means that two people closest to me will hate me if I act on my desires.

  I need to tell Keith that I’ve been madly in love with him for as long as I can remember.

  Today, I want him more than I ever did before.

  He adores my curves.

  His voice sends a shiver down my spine.

  His touch gives me all the right kind of goosebumps.

  But Keith will never admit to falling in love.

  It’s forbidden.

  It’s wrong.

  It’s the only thing we both want.

  Will our families let us be together?

  And more importantly, will he still want me after I reveal that he got me pregnant after taking my innocence?

  Prologue: Holly

  My hips swayed to the music as the band started up. Simon, the band’s lead singer and bass guitarist, winked at me and I shot him finger guns back in response.

  It was dorky, sure, but it was the best thing I could think of to respond that was both friendly and supportive without being too flirty. If anyone knew that I didn’t want to sleep with Simon Carter, they’d think I was crazy. He wasn’t exactly a celebrity yet, but his band was starting to get popular and everyone who knew him was aware of how handsome and charming he was. I’d be crazy not to go for him, especially when he’d literally told me that he wanted me—but I had been crazy for years.

  Crazy for just one person.

  I had chosen my outfit with care, knowing he would be here. Of course, I also had to look professional. I was the band’s manager, after all, the one who’d gotten them this gig. I’d been in this club for hours already setting everything up.

  All romantic plans aside, I was really proud of my work today. I had been running around until my feet ached, but so far everything was going really well. I felt successful, and like I might actually be able to do the job, have the career, that I hoped for.

  Those romantic plans, however, were just as important to me as my career plans.

  Dr. Keith Fletcher had been in my sights for years now, although he didn’t know that. He couldn’t, after all, seeing as it would’ve been terribly inappropriate until recently. It was still inappropriate, but just in an ‘our families are going to kill us’ way, not in an ‘he’d go to jail kind of way’. I’d wanted Dr. Fletcher to claim me and take me since I even realized what that meant, and now that I was an adult, there was nothing standing in our way.

  Well. There was a lot standing in our way. Dawn, for one thing. My best friend. She was Dr. Fletcher’s daughter. And my father for the other—Dr. Fletcher was Dad’s best friend. I had little doubt that if either of them knew the naughty, filthy things I wanted Dr. Fletcher to do to my body, they’d flip a shit.

  There was also the whole… divorce thing. Dr. Fletcher had gotten divorced and since then he’d gone out with a lot of women, all of them far more sophisticated and experienced than I was. I was only twenty-one, and a virgin. Why waste my time with other men when I knew who I wanted, and I could wait for him to give me an amazing orgasm? And I knew he was amazing at sex. I’d been keeping my ears and eyes open and I’d heard the rumors about his prowess, about how those surgeon’s hands weren’t just good on the operating table.

  I was a girl who liked to have the best of everything, and I was a girl who knew what I wanted. So why settle? There wasn’t anything someone like Simon could offer that Dr. Fletcher couldn’t give me. He had experience, he was kind and caring, dedicating his life to helping others, and he was sex on a goddamn stick. I was sure I wasn’t the only one of Dawn’s friends who’d gotten a crush on her gorgeous father over the years, but I knew I’d be the only one to win his heart. I might not have been like the other women he’d dated, but I also knew that he’d been casual about all of them.

  Not one of those women had gotten to meet his daughter. He’d had a brief fling with each of them, passionate, I was sure, and I shivered at the thought of what he did with them, how he made them whimper and scream, wringing pleasure from their bodies the way I was sure he’d wring pleasure from mine…

  But they were all just that: a fling. And I intended to be so much more.

  I continued to dance to the music, looking around for him. I knew he was here. I’d asked him to come and watch, to support my first gig, and he’d agreed. I couldn’t have been imagining the heat in his eyes earlier, could I?

  This was so forbidden, between our relationship with each other’s family and the age difference, but that fact only made it all the hotter. It turned me on to be so naughty, and I could only hope that he agreed with me.

  If nothing else, I knew that he could be jealous. We’d been dancing around each other for a month now and I’d seen the look on his face when Simon would flirt with me. I might have played it up, just a little, just to get Dr. Fletcher to be ready to make a move. I wanted him to possess me, to make me his, so that I couldn’t even consider being with another man.

  Heat filled me. I could practically feel his hands on my…

  What the hell, there was a hand on me.

  Some random drunk guy tried to grind up on me and I shoved him away. Fuck’s sake. I wasn’t here for some random frottage on the dance floor and even if I was, the least the guy could do was ask permission first.

  I moved away, but the guy followed me. Shit. I looked around to see what I could do to get rid of him, and felt a pair of large hands slide around my hips.

  I grit my teeth. This guy was about to get the slap of his life. I turned around, ready to cock my arm back—and found that it wasn’t the random guy at all.

  “Dr. Fletcher,” I blurted out, my voice breathier than I’d intended.

  God, he was so handsome. Tall and muscled, broad in the chest and shoulders, with biceps to die for. He had dark hair that was just long enough to imagine running my fingers through, and blue eyes that were so intense I always felt like I was a butterfly trapped by a pin when
I looked into his gaze.

  “Sorry,” he said, although he didn’t sound sorry at all, his fingers flexing around my hips. “There was a guy following you, seemed to be getting some bad ideas.”

  “Oh, don’t apologize,” I told him. I put my hand on his chest, his warm, firm chest, and slid it slowly up until my arm was around his neck. I pressed myself against him. “Never apologize for touching me.”

  I ground against him, letting him feel my curves. I’d worn a very tight dress exactly for this occasion, dark blue so that it would both compliment my strawberry blonde hair and match his eyes.

  His leg slid in between mine, pushing up so that only my toes could touch the ground, and his arm moved around my waist like a band of iron. I was pinned, trapped, unable to move unless you counted squirming on his muscled thigh. It was the hottest thing I’d ever felt, and I whimpered involuntarily.

  “Are you sure you want to say things like that?” he asked. “You’re getting into dangerous territory, Holly.”

  “I like dangerous,” I purred. It wasn’t my best line, perhaps, but I didn’t want any questions about what I wanted.

  Dr. Fletcher looked amused, but I could feel his hold on me get tighter, as if he thought I might try and tease him further by slipping away. Well, that just wouldn’t do. He had to know that I was all his. Although I rather liked the idea of teasing him, riling him up, I’d already set my trap of jealousy for him earlier and it would be unfair to push the poor man too far.

  I already had him right where I wanted him.

  I leaned up to try and kiss him, but to my surprise, Dr. Fletcher pulled away. For a moment, disappointment burned hot in my gut. Had I gone too far? Had I upset him?

  But then he grabbed me by the hand and led me through the dance floor, into a room marked Employees Only.

  I’d been in this room earlier when I’d been helping the band to set up. That was a good thing, I supposed, since if we were caught we could say that I was supposed to be in here, working.

  Dr. Fletcher flicked the lock on the door, though, and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be opening it come hell or high water.

  I shivered in anticipation, my underwear starting to get damp. This was all I had dreamed about for years and finally, finally it was happening. My scheming was paying off.

  “The owner has a key,” I noted. “And he’s around here somewhere.”

  “We’ll deal with him if he comes up,” Dr. Fletcher replied.

  Keith, I told myself. I was about to have sex with the man, I just knew it. I needed to start thinking of him not just as the handsome older doctor but as Keith.

  Keith picked me up and put me on the desk. I felt like I was breathing in fire every time I inhaled, this was so unbelievably sexy.

  “I don’t think he’s going to be happy if he finds us…” I trailed off as Keith began to kiss along my neck, like he was starving for me and couldn’t wait a second longer.

  Keith pulled out a wad of cash without even really looking at it and tossed it onto the desk. “For his troubles,” he teased.

  Why was that so damn hot?

  I wrapped my legs around him, grinding against the thick erection I could feel swelling in his pants. Mmm, God, he felt so big, I shivered.

  Keith seemed a bit frantic and I couldn’t blame him—I was damn frantic too, and impatient. I wanted him, I’d wanted him for so long, I couldn’t wait now that he was finally in my arms.

  At last, at last, he moved that addicting mouth away from my neck and reached up—and kissed me. His tongue slid into my mouth like he owned it, and I moaned. As far as I was concerned, he did own it. He could own as much of me as he wanted.

  Keith kissed with a single-minded determination. His confidence could be felt even in the play of his lips against mine. It was like he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, exactly how to kiss me. I whimpered and moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid in and out, teasing me about what his cock would be doing to me soon.

  His hands slid down my body, squeezing, and pushed up the bottom of my dress. Fuck, yes. I reached for his belt—

  Keith took my hands away and pressed them to the desk. “Not yet,” he whispered. His voice was dark and rich, and I could feel my underwear getting soaked as even more heat slid through me.

  Keith squeezed my hands, a silent order to keep them there, and then got down on his knees and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder. I gasped, shaking with desire and realization as he slid my soaking underwear down my legs.

  I’d never done anything more than make out with someone, maybe a little grinding. I’d never had someone’s mouth on me like this before.

  “You’re going to taste delicious,” Keith murmured, his voice rich and aching like he was starving for me, and then he sealed his mouth over my slick, hot folds.

  I moaned, legs trembling as he licked into me, against me, and I was helpless to do anything except for melt in pleasure. I had touched myself with my fingers, but this was completely different, a sensation I had no comparison for. It felt like his tongue was connected directly to the nerves in my spine, turning me into a complete puddle.

  “K-Keith,” I managed. Keith moaned against my skin like it was turning him on to hear me say his name like that. Maybe it was. I loved the idea that I could drive him wild just by saying his name. “Keith, I’m—I’m going to come—”

  He didn’t let up, instead, he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked hard. I cried out, my hand flying to his hair to anchor myself, as ecstasy shot up my spine. Oh God. I’d never felt anything so good before in my life.

  Keith pushed himself up, smirking and wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. “Time to really spread your legs for me, naughty girl.”

  I shivered and did as I was told. I couldn’t wait to be officially claimed by Keith Fletcher.

  1

  Keith

  One month before I finally gave into temptation, I was visiting the home of my best friends, Matt and Sandra Meadows.

  They were hosting a party to celebrate the graduation of their daughter Holly from college, and I was glad to be invited. Matt and Sandra had been my friends for years and our daughters had practically grown up together. Dawn, my daughter, had been with Holly all day running around and setting things up.

  I’d wanted to help, but everyone had assured me that it was covered, and I had a shift at the hospital anyway, and I wouldn’t want to skip out on that. I took my job seriously, and at least I’d be there for the party, which was the important part.

  Now my shift was over, and I’d showered, dressed—taking far more care than I probably should have—and had my gift for Holly in hand as I walked up the front steps. I let myself in, since the door was unlocked and I wasn’t really a ‘guest’ at the Meadows home, any more than they were ‘guests’ at mine. Matt and Sandra were family to me, and I certainly felt like family to them.

  Which was why I felt guilty over the present I wanted to give their daughter.

  It wasn’t the present I held in my hands now, neatly wrapped with a bow. That was a brand new laptop, with all the bells and whistles. The gift I wanted to give to Holly was still at home, inside of my office safe, hidden away inside of a red velvet box. It was a gold choker studded with diamonds, the inside lined with pure white fur so that she’d be comfortable—but not too comfortable. It was a choker after all.

  I could so easily see it on her pale, gorgeous neck, a mark of ownership.

  But that collar would have to stay in the safe. I hadn’t been able to keep myself from the temptation of buying it, but I sure could stop myself from actually giving it to her. Holly would never think of me that way, and why should she? I was the father of her best friend.

  Not to mention that Matt and Sandra would kill me. Their best friend going after their daughter? Yeah, no way. I’d be dead, possibly literally. I could never seriously go after her. Especially not when she was so young, only twenty-one.

  But fuck, for the past four years I’d b
een battling my urge to make her mine. To wrap that pretty collar around her neck, to mark her body up with my mouth, to hear her begging me for pleasure.

  As I entered the house, I saw immediately that Dawn had been hard at work on the decorating. Everything from the brightly colored tulle that was strung across the ceiling to the big balloons shaped like animals spoke of my daughter’s signature flair. Out in the formal dining room, I found the catered buffet, but I couldn’t locate the table to put the presents.

  Luckily, I found Sandra in the kitchen, supervising the catering staff and hovering around the cake like she was going to behead anyone who tried to go near it.

  She smiled the moment she saw me. “Keith!”

  “Hey, Sandra.”

  We hugged hello and I waved Holly’s present in the air. “Know where I can put this?”

  “I can take that. We’re so glad you came!”

  I handed the present over. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Where’s the lady of the hour?”

  “In her room, primping with Dawn so she can make her grand entrance,” Sandra laughed.

  “Well then, I won’t interfere.”

  “Actually, if you could interfere with something else, I’d love the help. Matt’s hiding out in his den, could you grab him and drag him out here? You know he’s not one for parties.”

  I chuckled. “No, he’s not. I’ll get him for you.”