DILF:A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

By: Alexis Angel

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*I’m definitely a Daddy You’d Love To…*



Wait.



Don’t say it. Because once you say it, you won’t be able to stop thinking about it.



You won’t be able to stop thinking about my soulful, bedroom eyes.

You’ll get desperate to feel my ripped body with my 8 pack abs and defined chest pressed against you.

And once you f*ck my foot long lust muscle…let’s just say that you’ll be mine.

Forever.

So when my enemies send a temptress my way to steer me off course, they gotta know how it’s gonna end.

How after one night with me I’m gonna end up owning her - body and soul.

You think I’ll go easy on her and let her win because she’s my stepdaughter?

If anything, that just makes me harder.

And trust me...if you like me when I'm calm like now, you’re gonna love me when I’m all hard inside of you, darlin’.



**Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance but please note she’s not responsible for the laundry bill if you soak your panties! No cliffhanger but it's going to be a scorcher with scenes of MF and MFMM. HEA? You know it, babe**





This book is dedicated to all my author friends who put up with my Wall Street ways. They know who they are.





Also by Alexis Angel





Wicked Lil’ Brat

Man Chaser

Red & Blue

Scandalous

Client 5

Jailbait

Python

12 Inches



Co-Writing As Abby Angel

Men of the House

Woman of the House



Co-Writing As Dark Angel

The Virgin Market



Co-Writing As Mona Cox

Alicia Vs. Billionaire

Ashley Vs. Boss

Natalie Vs. Prince

Christine Vs. Professor

Kim Vs. Stepbrother

Lisa Vs. Outlaw

Carla Vs. Cowboy

Fiona Vs. Football Player

Becca Vs. Biker

Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

Rory Vs. Rockstar





Dirty Lil’ Angels





Hi ladies!

If you’re like me, once you finish, you’re not going to want the story to end!

To receive exclusive sneak peeks, (before anyone else!), bonus content not seen anywhere else, giveaways, and tons more swag, visit me and my Naughty Angels on Facebook at Dirty Lil’ Angels.



We’ll make it worth your while…

:)

Kisses!

Alexis





A Note From Alexis





Well hello there, ladies!

Let me first begin by introducing myself. My name is Alexis Angel. I write steamy contemporary romance. Steamy is another word, I guess, for dirty. And dirty is another word for fun! In fact, the dirtier the better because at heart I’m just a bad girl looking to have some fun.

Having fun is why I do this. And, I’m just having fun in the next few hundred pages, doing what I do with a wink and a nod. It’s supposed to bring out some emotions and give you a chance to forget about your cares for a little bit. That’s all I’m looking to do.

Some people want realism in their books. I say reality is too depressing. So you might see certain things as over the top or ridiculous in terms of never being realistically possible. Yeah, I agree. You’re coming into the world of Alexis by turning the page. Into a world where you have twin stepbrother quarterbacks with 12 inch …uhmm…appendages… that fall in love with their stepsister, where you have dragons who shift into billionaire BDSM rock stars, and so on. Anyways, I think reality should take a second place to fun.

So I just wanted to say that, in case you know, you were hoping for like super real. The men and women in the pages below represent the best, and worst, of all of us as a collective whole. This is all about leaving your cares for the world behind, as we hold hands, and just for a little while go on a journey that makes us smile. And hopefully a lil’ wetter than before.

Kisses!

Alexis xoxox





Another Word From Alexis





Hey babes!

Amazon has a problem with Page Flip. If you’re hitting the end of this book, and it asks you to go back to the first page, then PLEASE DON’T. If you’re reading on Kindle Unlimited, none of the pages will get counted as a read.

Even if it’s asking you to go to the beginning and review, please close the book at the page you end at after the story - there is a bonus book after this - and then review if you need to.

The Page Flip issue seriously kills page reads for me, so I’m thanking you in advance!



Love!



Alexis xoxoxox





1





Parker





"How bad do you want this?" I ask the three women crowded around me. They're on their knees, purring, and pawing, and pulling on my fucking belt buckle.

I sit back in the leather booth, both arms behind my head, and smile.

This is the fucking life, isn't it?

I'm enjoying an evening at Happy Endings exotic nightclub. The place isn't half bad—one of the better Midtown strip clubs.

The brunette with the smoldering eyes—Vicki I think her stage name is?—is sliding my belt from its buckle with one hand and dragging her other hand up my thigh, slowly raking her red nails against the fabric.

The other two women are jostling for a piece of the action too, and who the fuck wouldn't?

Look at me—8-pack abs, a cock bigger than your imagination can handle, the chiseled physique of a Greek god, eyes bluer than a hot bolt of lightning. What else could you possibly want? If you were in this room right now, I guarantee you'd be staring at my cock, touching yourself, and …

Oh, come on; don't give me that look. Don't be shy. You can stare; I don't fucking mind.

It's not everyday that you're gonna see a cock like this one. Don't shake your head. You know it's true, Gorgeous.

And don't you see how these three women are practically begging for a fucking taste of me?

I hear the metallic trill of my zipper as both of the blondes pull it down. My cock is fucking harder than a tree trunk, and they both give a shriek as its full 12 inches pop out of my boxer briefs and slap them in the face.

Vicki pushes her way in, opens her mouth, and eagerly wraps her lips around my cock. She pushes all 12 inches down her throat.

Impressive, I think to myself.

"Someone's hungry," I smile.

She then pulls back, and I hear my cock pop out of her mouth with a single, wet sound. The other two women seize the opportunity and lean in, and they twirl their tongues around my tip. Then one woman grabs my cock, and the way her hand looks so small wrapped around it makes me even fucking harder, if you can believe that. She opens her mouth as wide as she can, and wraps her lips around my now throbbing cock. She presses it down against her tongue, moving slowly, allowing her lips to roll over my entire length, inch by fucking inch until it presses against the back of her throat. I throw my head back with the fucking perfection of it all.

"Fuck, that's it," I groan, resting both of my hands on top of her head. I grab her hair in one fist and move my hips, guiding the motions of my cock in and out of her mouth. Vicki reaches in and tugs on my balls, rolling them between her capable, expert fingers.

"Oh yeah, fuck that's good," I whisper. All three of them look up at me, and smile.

If you can think of anything better than having these three women worshiping my manhood, let me know. Because right now? Nothing fucking beats it.

Sure, I was married once, but all that woman just wanted was to weasel her way into the Governor's office.

That was seven years ago.

Big mistake.

But I've moved on and I'm better for it.

I learned a valuable lesson: always diversify. Translation: Multiple women are better than one.

"I want a taste," the other blonde purrs, leaning in and eyeing me hungrily.

"There's plenty to go around, ladies," I say, a grin growing on my lips.

Sure, as mayor of New York City, I do my fair share of fucking ribbon-cutting ceremonies, I shake hands, and I smile at babies, and I've even made appearances at weddings, but let me just say that I'm known as Parker "Pleasure" Trask for a fucking reason.

You know what I mean?

All three women are moving fast now, each one taking turns on my cock and I decide to change things up. I stand up and bend Vicki over the huge, shiny black table. We're on the top floor of the club, overlooking the stages and poles, and I fucking smile. I love New York City.

This is my city. The city of my fucking wealth.

I look down at Vicki and lift her skirt up, slapping her ass. It's firm and I grab a handful of one ass cheek in my hand. I have enough money to bounce $100 bills off her ass all day long. I can make it fucking rain for hours.

Don't believe me?

I've made an excess of a billion dollars on Wall Street, first working for Carter Jeffries, and then doing some currency trades. I still have a currency trading operation, Trask Phillips—a fucking power broker on Wall Street.

“I want you to fuck me hard," Vicki moans, looking back at me. I grin and grab her hips in one hand, and with the other, I yank her thong down.

Then I lean down and whisper in her ear, "Oh, I'll do it … but be careful what you wish for."

I push a finger inside of her pussy, sliding it in all the way.

"You’re so fucking wet, and I love it," I grin.

With a forceful thrust, I push my cock into Vicki and watch as she grips the table top with both of her hands. She's moaning and the two blondes get down on their knees behind me, dragging their hands up my thighs and grabbing my balls.

Yes, being Mayor of this city is a hell of a lot of fucking fun.

And I'm not just talking about fucking these women.

I've cleaned this city up, after the Anders administration. Unemployment is at 2%.

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