His To Protect
His To Protect
Patrick
Life was complicated as hell.
It was about to become more so.
The last thing I needed was a woman in my life.
Especially one that was old enough to be my daughter.
I shouldn’t have touched her. I knew she was too young. Too inexperienced, but when she looked at me like I was the only man in the world, I caved to that hot, sultry smile.
Devoured those soft pouty lips.
I had to have her.
She was everything I needed in my life,
And everything I’d resisted.
Stability.
Passion.
Love.
I was a cop.
So why couldn’t I protect her…
From me?
Life was complicated as hell.
It was about to become more so.
The last thing I needed was a woman in my life.
Especially one that was old enough to be my daughter.
I shouldn’t have touched her. I knew she was too young. Too inexperienced, but when she looked at me like I was the only man in the world, I caved to that hot, sultry smile.
Devoured those soft pouty lips.
I had to have her.
She was everything I needed in my life,
And everything I’d resisted.
Stability.
Passion.
Love.
I was a cop.
So why couldn’t I protect her…
From me?
Delila
I was a good girl.
I always did everything right.
Got good grades, went to college, was responsible by the age of twelve, but when Patrick Duffy walked into my life, all I could think about ripping those perfectly creased blue trousers off his body. Just to see if he was as hard as that badge upon his chest.
I’d done everything to get his attention.
Whispered in his ear.
Rubbed my body up against his.
Flirted.
Nothing seemed to work.
Until one night, that caged animal inside his heart reared its angry head.
My virginity?
Gone.
My resolve to do the right thing?
Gone.
So why does doing the wrong thing feel so deliciously good?
A standalone, older man, younger woman romance with a happily ever after
I was a good girl.
I always did everything right.
Got good grades, went to college, was responsible by the age of twelve, but when Patrick Duffy walked into my life, all I could think about ripping those perfectly creased blue trousers off his body. Just to see if he was as hard as that badge upon his chest.
I’d done everything to get his attention.
Whispered in his ear.
Rubbed my body up against his.
Flirted.
Nothing seemed to work.
Until one night, that caged animal inside his heart reared its angry head.
My virginity?
Gone.
My resolve to do the right thing?
Gone.
So why does doing the wrong thing feel so deliciously good?
A standalone, older man, younger woman romance with a happily ever after
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