His To Protect
Alexis Riker is a liar.
Spinning me a sob story about finding her long lost father might have been enough to get my attention, but when it leads us into Colombia and into a mess with the ruthless Sanchez brothers, it might also be enough to get us killed.
But I’m the best private investigator in the business for a reason. I’ll get her out of danger. I’ll keep her safe... but in exchange, I want her in my bed.
She’ll call me Daddy.
I’ll call her mine.
NOTE: This is a 20k SHORT STORY that first appeared in the Dirty Daddies Anthology 2019 as "Detective Daddy." It has been slightly expanded to include juicy new content.
“Sit properly and put your seatbelt on.” Jack’s gruff, irritated voice was such a relief to her ears that she ignored his instructions and threw herself into his arms. Despite Jack’s curse and grousing about her foolishness, his arms held her tightly—comforting, lovingly.
She was safe in Daddy Jack’s arms.
After several minutes, when her breathing had become somewhat regular, Jack released his strong hold on her and moved her back to her seat. He leaned over and buckled her in himself. And then shot her a look that made her rethink her first thought.
She was safe—for now.
Jack was livid. She’d seen him annoyed. She’d seen him hangry, hell, she’d even seen him pissed off, but this was a whole other level. She bit her lip. He chewed his, eyes narrowed and holding her stare. She swallowed hard and he released a breath.
“Don’t!” His hand landed on her thigh and squeezed. “Don’t you dare open your pretty mouth, young lady. There isn’t one thing you could say that will save your ass from the thrashing you’re due, so don’t waste your breath. You’ll need it for wailing.”