About this book
Dear Lieutenant Hot Stuff: the Valentine's day song was a joke. Me asking you to breed me wasn't. Signed, your daughter.
Singing a Valentine's telegram at the fire station was supposed to be easy money. Then the lobster head slipped — and my dad saw exactly who'd been serenading him.
Now Daddy's terms are on the table: his house, his baby in my belly — and he wants to start tonight. No pulling out. He's going to fill me and keep trying until it takes.
There's only ever been one answer.
I've wanted Daddy's since I was eighteen and came home to find him shirtless by the grill. Two years of pressing my thighs together at family dinner, soaking through my panties every time he called me trouble. Two years of knowing I wanted my own father to breed me.
Warning: Daddy doesn't audition, and doesn't pull out. Lobsters mate for life. So does he.
A filthy, humorous taboo age gap Valentine's quickie featuring a dominant older fireman daddy, his virgin daughter, forbidden taboo love, daddy's mouth between her thighs, intense breeding themes, and a filthy-sweet HEA with a very positive result.
All characters are 18+
(Note: This is the taboo version of my story, Off-Limits on Valentine's Day)
