«Daddy’s Forbidden Desire (Complete Collection)» by Veronica Sloan

This box set collects Volumes
1–4 of “Daddy's Forbidden Desire.” Dale is a hard-working husband and father with a lot on his mind, but he's still got the libido of a young
stallion! His wife is no longer interested in sex, so what can he do when his hot and horny daughter sets out to seduce him? As Katie tempts her father at every turn, it's only a matter of time before he succumbs to this forbidden
desire!


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Excerpt ~~~~~


Across the lobby he let the girl lead him. He thought she was leading him to the elevators but she went
past them on the way to the stairs. Together they pushed through the door and
stopped at the landing.


“You're on the fourth
floor, aren't you?” Katie said.


“Yes,” said Dale.
He felt like he had fallen into a familiar dream several miles below sea level.
His heart was beating fast.


Katie suddenly seemed much
shyer than in the bar. Maybe it was because she was alone with her father for the first time. She slowly dropped his hand.


“Do you want to take me up?”


Dale stared down at her. The
sterile stairway lights could do nothing to spoil the youthful glow that
emanated from her body.


Katie saw the way his eyes
traced over her, but saw too where they stopped, which was where men's eyes
never stopped, on her eyes. She smiled at him slowly.


“It's good to see you.”


He said it, which made her bolder. She took his hand again. “Take me upstairs.”


He didn't answer. He just
followed her.


Katie led him up the white stairwell.
The walls were painted in thick layers of white paint that contrasted sharply
with the dim, blackish railings. She took him up and took the stairs in her
heels. The whole time she felt his eyes on her and she led him, flight after
flight, to the top. As she reached for the door she suddenly felt his body rush
against hers and she turned in time to throw her arms up and let him crush her against the door.


She opened her mouth and his
tongue melted over her own. His strong fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh
as he pushed her up the wall. Her thighs opened. Her hand went limp and dropped
her purse over his shoulder. It made a plastic smack on the concrete.


«Katie, this-”


She bit his cheek angrily and he recoiled. He stared into her eyes, which burned. She set her chin defiantly.
“Pick up my purse.”


He let her slide down his body for a long time. Somehow she settled back to earth, first one heel
touching the concrete, then the other. She watched her father bend down and pick up the purse. When he handed it to her she opened the door to let them
onto the fourth floor corridor. She knew which one was his from his email. So they continued down the hallway like any normal people would until they got to room 432.


Katie turned around and held
out her hand for the door key.


It was in his pocket, but he wasn't sure if he should give it to her.


“Are you mad?” she
said.


His blood was boiling.
Everywhere. He saw Katie in multiple dimensions: as a woman, as a gorgeous
young woman, as his daughter, as his…


He couldn't stop now.


He pressed her against his door, right there in the
corridor, and reached under her shimmering dress.