Forbidden Dad: The Irresistible Daddies Book 2

by Kaylee, Katy

  Forbidden Dad

  The Irresistible Daddies Book 2

  Katy Kaylee

  Copyright © 2019 by Katy Kaylee

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  Contents

  Description

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Epilogue

  Accidental Dad (Excerpt)

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  Description

  He’s hot.

  Hard muscle, toned abs and the strongest, most irresistible arms…

  But he’s 42 years old.

  As if that age gap wasn’t enough…

  He’s also my best friend’s dad!

  I know… She’s going to kill me if she finds out.

  But do I care?

  Not really.

  Her dad will always be my first love…

  My only love.

  I’ll just have to make up a story for my best friend.

  Yeah, my secrets are definitely piling up.

  But there’s one secret that’s going to be hard to keep

  …because it’ll be out in the open in nine months!

  Prologue

  Paris – Friday

  I walked down the concrete back hallway of The Pink Diamond, my heart thudding a million miles per minute. The distance from the dressing room to the backstage area wasn’t long, but it was long enough for me to wince as bolts of pain shot up my legs. The chunky Lucite platforms strapped to my feet felt alien to me, like I’d raided a stranger’s wardrobe, and I had a feeling that I was never going to be comfortable in just a skimpy bikini.

  This is all my fault, I told myself, biting my lip and touching my hair with my hands. I hoped that I’d put in enough hairspray to keep it from going flat – the other girls had told me that being under the lights was a sweltering experience after only a few minutes.

  The music boomed around me, so loud that I felt it in the cavity of my chest. As Ariana Grande sang about how much she wanted you to be her baby and I closed my eyes, leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath.

  It was so hard to believe that just two weeks ago, my whole world had come crashing down.

  “Ms. Malone, I don’t know what to tell you,” the college registrar, Angela, told me. Her voice was devoid of sympathy, and I tried to give her my warmest smile in an attempt to endear myself.

  “It’s Paris, really,” I told her. “And are you sure? I thought that when I got the scholarship, it meant all four years would be covered ... not just the first three.”

  Angela pressed her lips together and sighed. “That’s correct,” she said. “But that was predicated on the assumption you’d maintain a 3.5 GPA.”

  I blinked at her, suddenly startled.

  “You didn’t perform as well this past semester, and your scholarship has been revoked,” she added, narrowing her eyes at me like I was a petulant child. “Do you understand?”

  “I ...” I trailed off awkwardly. This wasn’t going the way I wanted it to go – rather, the total opposite. “I was dealing with a lot.”

  “Let me see,” Angela said, clearing her throat and turning her attention back to her computer. I waited in agonizing silence as she typed and clacked away at the keyboard, eyes darting across the screen. It seemed to take forever, and I began to wonder if she was deliberately messing with me.

  “You earned a C- in Abnormal Psychology II,” Angela said. “It looks like that’s what dragged your overall GPA down.”

  I swallowed hard. “I was sick,” I explained. “And I missed three classes.”

  For the first time, Angela gave me a look that was even remotely sympathetic.

  “Professor Connelly, right?”

  I nodded.

  “She’s tough,” Angela said. “I understand – my own daughter had the same thing happen to her, thanks to the flu. But you knew her policy going into the first class, right? It was explained on the syllabus.”

  I had no choice but to nod again.

  “Unfortunately, this doesn’t change anything,” Angela replied. “My hands are tied, Ms. Malone. I wish there was something I could do, but I suggest trying to work things out with Professor Connelly. Perhaps she could give you some sort of an extra assignment, to boost your overall cumulative GPA.”

  I fought back tears, not wanting to admit that I’d already tried to go down that route ... and failed.

  “Okay,” I said numbly. “Well. Thank you, I really appreciate you taking the time to see me.”

  Once again brisk and businesslike, Angela turned back to her computer, all but signaling to me that I was dismissed.

  Outside, in the crowded hallway, I stood rooted to the spot as my mind ran. What the hell was I going to do? I had one more year left at MontClaire University before graduating with a degree in Psychology – my lifelong ambition. I wanted to be a social worker or a counselor, someone who could really help people.

  The way that other people in my life had helped me.

  But now, knowing that I wouldn’t have my tuition and room and board covered, I was the one deeply in need of counseling and help. If I can’t manage to find a job – and soon – I’ll be royally screwed.

  The sound of the music changing snapped me out of my head, and I looked up to see Madison Maxx, the most popular dancer at The Pink Diamond, passing me with an armload full of cash. I swallowed, hard, as I wondered if I’d be able to rake in that same amount. She flashed a sweaty grin at me as she passed by, and I took a deep breath.

  This is it, Paris, I told myself. Go out there and get it.

  Tossing my auburn hair back over my shoulders, I pasted what I hoped was a sultry smile on my face and walked out on stage. The other girls weren’t kidding about the lights – they were so bright that I was temporarily blinded, and my confidence faltered as I squinted. For a horrible moment, I froze in my tracks. But the familiar strains of the music blared over the speakers and I resumed walking to the center of the stage.

  “Presenting for her debut at The Pink Diamond, Miss Harley Paige!”

  The stripper name I chose didn’t sound too awful as the DJ’s voice boomed through the club, and a smattering of applause followed his announcement. I made my way to the pole, undulating and writhing my body in tune with the music. My heart pounded and my mouth went dry as I leaned against the pole, closing my eyes with a sexy flutter of my lashes.

  I couldn’t believe that I was about to do something I’d never thought of doing before: take my clothes off for a room full of strange men. Despite my voluptuous figure, I was a virgin, and I’d never really explored my sexual side.

  It can feel kind of sexy someti
mes, Madison Maxx had told me when I’d gotten hired the day prior. Just go with it.

  Standing with my back to the pole now, it didn’t feel sexy at all. It felt cheap and tawdry and pathetic. After all, what kind of a man has to pay a woman to see her naked?

  I didn’t want to think about that. The music crescendoed and I lifted my hands to the back of my neck, untying the strings that held my flimsy pink bikini top in place. The hot lights were making me sweat and I licked my lips, tasting salty brine, as I held the top in place.

  Finally, my eyes adjusted to the lights and I scanned the room as subtly as I could. Dozens of men with drinks in their hands sat watching me, their eyes narrowed. They all looked the same to me, gross guys who couldn’t get a real girlfriend, and I felt another shudder of panic mixed with revulsion spread through my body.

  Then, I saw him.

  He was sitting alone at the bar, his face dark in the shadows of the stage lights.

  It was Harrison Hendricks, and it was obvious that he wanted me. The look on his face filled me with desire and warmth, and I swallowed hard. The lighting was too dim to see the exact look in his blue eyes, but I could sense that he was hungry.

  Hungry for me.

  Harrison didn’t know it, but I had been in love with him since I was ten years old. Since he’d rescued me from a life of pain and abuse, saved me from a terrible fate. Ever since then, I’d wanted nothing more than to be his, all his, body and soul.

  If he wasn’t twice my age, it could have been possible.

  And if he wasn’t the father of my best friend, Hollie.

  I couldn’t imagine what a man like Harrison would be doing in a strip club, especially a cheap place like The Pink Diamond. He was a kind man, a strong man, a compassionate man who was totally devoted to his job as a police detective.

  The music blared louder and I realized where I was, what I had to be doing. I pushed all uncomfortable thoughts of my head and focused on the look in Harrison’s eyes, the hungry desire, and slowly lowered my pink bikini top down, exposing my voluptuous breasts.

  Suddenly, it was as if everyone else in the room fell away. It was just me and Harrison, and my body was thrilled with an electric current of desire that made my clit throb with lust. I began to dance, keeping my eyes on Harrison’s as I crawled to my hands and knees, arching my back and running my hands down my breasts. I cupped my nipples and closed my eyes, getting on my knees and spreading my legs. The pink bikini bottom rubbed against my pussy as I writhed and moved on the floor, and it only made me feel hotter as I slid a hand down the front of the thin material and pretended to finger myself.

  It was only me and Harrison in the club, only me and Harrison locked together in an erotic spell. We locked eyes as I reclined on my back and kicked my high-heel-clad feet into the air. I pressed my legs together, bending them over and showing my ass as my hands slid my bikini bottom down my legs and tossed it to the ground. Now fully nude, I rolled over onto all fours and crawled towards Harrison, begging him to want me as much as I wanted him.

  The experience was far more erotic, far more empowering than I’d imagined it could be. By the time the music faded and the catcalls began, I couldn’t believe I’d actually done it. My pussy was wet as I got to my feet and scooped piles of cash from the floor.

  Holy shit, I thought as I looked down at the dollar bills in my arms. I finished picking them up and glanced into the crowd once more, hoping to see Harrison.

  He was gone, and my heart sank like a stone.

  The next song began and I scurried backstage, clutching my armload of money and discarded pink bikini. The pain shooting up my legs was easy to ignore now, and I went into the dressing room with my heart pounding.

  Had I really seen him? Had Harrison really been there?

  Or had I somehow imagined the whole thing?

  As I pulled on my next costume, a thong under a pair of short-shorts and a bandanna-style top that tied over my breasts, Madison came up and patted me on the shoulder.

  “Great job,” she said. “You really killed it on your first night.”

  “Thanks,” I said. I smiled at her. “I appreciate it.” It was true – even though I knew I was attractive, I’d never felt sexy before. And Madison, with her trim little body and blonde hair, was easily the club’s most popular dancer.

  Before Madison could say anything else, there was a knock at the door and it swung open. I turned and almost gasped.

  Harrison Hendricks was in the dressing room, and he was staring at me.

  Panic rushed through me. What was he going to say? I was sure he was about to confront me, and I braced myself for his anger when Madison ran over and threw herself into Harrison’s arms.

  “Baby!” Madison squealed, leaning up on tiptoe to kiss Harrison’s cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here, I’ve been ready to go like, forever,” she gushed. “I’m starving – are we getting steak again?”

  Harrison didn’t answer. Still clinging to him, Madison turned back to me.

  “I’m heading out early tonight,” she explained. “See you!”

  Harrison remained silent as Madison took his hand and tugged him out the door.

  With my heart still racing, I sat down at my chair and looked in the mirror. I couldn’t believe it. My best friend’s dad, who just happened to be the love of my life and a cop is dating a stripper.

  A stripper who was only a couple of years older than I was.

  What the hell was going on?

  I thought I was the one with secrets – a secret job, a secret love – but now, it seems like I wasn’t the only one with something to hide.

  1

  Harrison – the Tuesday prior

  As I set two Fiesta ware plates down on the kitchen table, I frowned. I wasn’t sure how it was already early evening. I had a long night of work ahead.

  Hell, I had a lot of long nights of work ahead. Ever since I’d started this new assignment – an undercover at that – I’d been sleeping like shit. My eyes were perpetually ringed with dark circles and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten more than four hours of sleep at one time. I’d always thrown myself into my work, but this was something new, even for me.

  At forty-two years old, I was starting to become ... well, aware of my own mortality. I was aware that I wasn’t going to be around forever, wasn’t going to be working for the rest of my life. Detectives burn out faster than almost any other profession, and I’d always been determined not to let that happen to me.

  Lately, though, I wasn’t sure. I knew that what I was doing was for a good cause, and that was what kept me doing.

  Ever since my ex-wife left me for a septuagenarian millionaire, I’d lived a pretty quiet life. Krista had chosen the textbook time to leave. Our daughter, Hollie, had just gone off to her first year of college, and I’d been putting in longer hours at work.

  You don’t understand me, Krista had said, lobbing her insult at me like a dagger. And I’m leaving you for someone who will.

  I’d believed her, at first, until I found out who she’d married: a rich surgeon at the hospital where she worked as a med tech. Well, had worked, considering that marrying this guy meant she’d never have to lift a finger for the rest of her life.

  Krista had never concealed her disdain for my salary. When we’d met, we’d been kids: she’d always told me that one day, I could be the chief of police. I’d never wanted that for myself ... and it had taken far too long that she’d only encouraged me because she’d wanted that for purely selfish reasons.

  My ex-wife hadn’t even been that decent of a mother. She hadn’t been negligent, or anything, but over the years Hollie and I had become much closer than she’d ever been with her mom. Krista was the kind of person who would clear out the fridge if Hollie asked for new clothes, the kind of person who always reminded Hollie how popular she herself had been in school.

  The kind of person who was, deep down, nothing more than a snob.

  Now that I’d gotten settled
and used to living by myself, bachelor-like habits had slunk in. I rarely ate at the table nowadays: most of the time, when I got home from work, I was so exhausted that I wolfed down some takeout in front of the television, watching anything mindless that would keep my brain off the case.

  It was early summer, though, and my daughter Hollie was heading home from college. She only had one more year to go before graduation, and I couldn’t believe it: my little girl had finally grown up.

  I wasn’t sure that I was ready to let her go. Being a detective, I’d seen some grotesque things over the years. I’d worked in homicide, commercial crimes, even juvenile before, and I thought that I’d seen everything.

  But working in gang and narcotics had taught me a lot, and I’d only been doing it for a few years. It wasn’t something I’d wanted to work on while Hollie was still in the house – I’d seen way too many horrible things happen to the family of a colleague after something went wrong. Hollie’s safety was, and had always been, my first priority.

  I felt guilty, knowing that I’d been keeping as many work details as possible private over the summer. The span of Hollie’s summer vacation hadn’t even started yet, and it already felt too long to keep such vital information from my daughter. Still, I thought as another pang of guilt chimed in my heart. It’s not like this is anything new. Back when Krista had left, I’d kept as many details about the divorce to myself as I could. There was no need for Hollie to know that her mother was a greedy, social-climbing, heartless woman.