Daddy's Housekeeper (Yes, Daddy 7)

For the last thirty days, I’ve tried my hardest to keep her off my mind. Trying not to look at her, think about her, and certainly not to touch her.

She’s too young, too innocent, my little maid. But there’s no logic in the world that can convince me to avoid doing what I’ve needed to do since first laying eyes on her.

Make. Her. Mine.

As much as my need is primal, there’s clearly another part that extends well beyond that.

Something that’s been missing…something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Until now. Until her. Until the word, daddy spills from my lips.

And Daddy is most certainly what I am meant to be for my little girl.

Forever.