Hot Dad Next Door: A Single Dad & Nanny Romance (Temptation Next Door Book 1)

by Nicole Casey

“To be honest, I haven’t thought about it,” she admitted. “You’re still going to pay me the one million dollars, right?”

  I chuckled and nodded, “Yeah. At least your problems will be solved. But that doesn’t really answer my question. Regardless of how this all ends, will you leave?”

  She paused and took a moment to really think about her answer. After what felt like forever she then said, “You know, even if it all came down the shithole, I’d still stay.”

  Oddly I felt a warm tingling feeling and a sense of elation. “R-Really?”

  She shrugged and gave me a smile, “I’ve come to like spending my time with you.”

  “I do too,” I admitted. I couldn’t say that I loved her but it was true that I enjoyed my time spent with her. Where there was once nothing but raw sex, business and loneliness there was now someone I was looking forward to embrace each morning.

  A moment of peaceful silence passed between us and I think both of us felt a little awkward from that exchange. I looked at her and noticed she was blushing. It was just so damn adorable.

  I can’t believe I like this. It made me feel emotions I never thought would swirl in my chest.

  “You know what I’m going to do if we pull this whole damn thing off?” I asked her, hoping to change the subject.

  Noelle giggled and then turned around. She straddled my lap, wrapping her legs around me and began to grind her body against mine. With nothing but my shirt on I could feel her pussy and tits pushing against me. It was causing me to get another erection. I fucking loved how horny she had become.

  “What?” she asked me.

  “I am going to reward you with a whole night of rough fucking and a blow of load to your face,” I answered.

  She laughed and then leaned closer to nibble at my lips, “I like that… but only if you fuck me right now too.”

  I gave her a hard slap on the ass and then pulled her in closer, “You know I want to but we got to get ready. We told them we’d get everything ready in an hour.”

  “How about a quickie?” she begged. She pushed me down to lean back on the couch and began to kiss me softly from my ears down to my lips. “Please, for me?”

  This was like a dream come true. She was practically begging for sex. I knew we had to go and that there was still a lot to do but I couldn’t help it. There was this hot little pixie sitting on my lap and I just had to get another taste of her.

  I took her panties, which she had tossed to the bedside, and shoved them in her mouth. I then took her by the wrists and twisted them behind her back and said, “Just a quickie and only because you got me so freaking horny, you little slut. Now turn around and get on the floor.”

  “Yes husband,” she said with a kinky smile and then got on her knees on the floor. I pushed her down, keeping her ass high and her head flat on the floor. I kept her hands behind her back and quickly slid out of my shorts to let my hungry cock out.

  “Ass up,” I commanded with a slap to her ass. She yelped and raised her hips even higher. When I reached down to feel her she was already soaking wet.

  Excited, I rammed my cock deep into her pussy from behind. It made her moan and scream but the sound of her voice locked in ecstasy only made me even more anxious to cum. I wanted to fucking wreck her with my cock and it didn’t take long for her to begin squirting her orgasm down, getting her legs and myself all wet.

  That made me go wild and I plowed my cock in and out of her tight little hole with no remorse, pounding in like she was just another fuck toy for me to enjoy. When it was time for me to blow my load I yanked her by the hair, tossed her panties out of her mouth and pried her mouth open so I could dump my load deep down in her throat.

  By then she was filled with cum; my hot seed oozed out of her pussy and out of the corner of her lips. She could only smile and I admired how she looked; her hair was a mess, her makeup ruined and the wedding dress she had on was in utter chaos. She looked like a total slut but she was my wife, which made her my slut.

  “Yummy,” I commended her with a pat to the face.

  “Yummy,” she echoed with a smile. She took my shirt and used it to wipe herself down clean. When she was done she tossed it to the corner and said, “Okay… now we can go handle the business stuff.”

  That made me chuckle and I gave her a kiss on the forehead before helping her up on her feet.

  For the rest of the hour, we had to shower, get dressed, to gather all of our papers and other resources for the presentation. When we were ready, we waited a mere fifteen more minutes and I got the call that my parents’ chauffeur had arrived to pick us up.

  I had to take in one last deep breath before we’d go. She was fidgeting too and had to drink one last cup of coffee before we could tell the driver downstairs that we’d be off in just a few more minutes. We couldn’t be late, after all, seeing as we were the ones behind this whole presentation.

  This was the moment we had been preparing for. We were now ready – or at least I hoped we were – to give one last show for my parents. Sure, there were going to be at least two hundred other people there at the venue but none of them mattered to me. They were just background noise. The only person in that reception hall that mattered to me tonight was my father.

  Well, him and Noelle. I took one last glance at her and smiled. She had become the steady rock that kept me up even when all my walls were crumbling. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for her.

  Following one last check, Noelle and I dressed in our finest dinner attire and we headed downstairs.

  13

  Noelle

  “Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” I greeted the crowd as I stood up to the podium. As I looked at the reception hall of the hotel, I saw there were at least two hundred different people. Daxter’s parents were seated at one of the front-most tables but there were also several people from the media, there were businessmen, investors, potential endorsers and dozens of different designers and models.

  It was a little intimidating but I had to just swallow my fears and push forward, “We would like to welcome you to the official unveiling of the Moda Auteur fashion line, spearheaded by none other than Daxter Horndale. We are bridging the gap between what people consider formal and comfortable. We are combining street fashion with business attire. We are making clothes that you can wear to define who you are to tell the story of your life.”

  As I ended my introduction, the projector came on and showcased the first initial previews of the clothes we had our head designers craft. We started by showcasing the early sketches and then revealed a few sneak peeks of the actual items as worn on mannequins.

  However, we knew that wouldn’t surprise the guests. Right when they thought the first presentation was over we had several men bring in large panels from behind the stage and form a makeshift ramp that went through the center of the room. Music played and more than thirty different models burst out from behind to showcase our designs in person.

  We were met with a loud sound of applause and I could see numerous smiles and nods of approval.

  Our work wasn’t done yet; Daxter still had to play his part. When he got up to the stage he then started revealing the more technical side of this business venture. He revealed that even without the full support of his parents and the family wealth, he had struck a deal with the international bank that Marcus had a key position in to help finance Moda Auteur for the first year. He also revealed the support coming from J&E Consulting Firm and he then introduced the key designers that created the items that were just shown.

  “Any and every support you give is much appreciated and we hope we can lock in more than just an envelope of money,” Daxter then said, ending his speech. He was right – while we did need financial investors for the company it would mean a lot more if the businessmen in the room would sign an endorsement contract or if other designers would offer to work for us.

  When he gave his closing words and ended the event, I walked up to him and held his arm as he walke
d off the stage.

  “You did really good,” I told him with a kiss on the cheek. He smiled when I did and I realized I was being sweet to him unconsciously. It was becoming my second-nature now.

  “Well, let’s see what my dad has to say about it,” he reminded me. He led me to the table where his sister and parents were. “This is it: the moment of truth.”

  I nodded and took in a deep breath before sitting down. I smiled at Joel and Carmen and then shook Sonya’s hand.

  “That was very impressive,” Joel told us both. “You’ve really stepped up. For a long while, I thought you were still just a brat who depended on Gary and us.”

  Daxter nodded and just shrugged it off, “I understand why you feel that way, dad. I was a wreck over a year ago but now I’m in charge. I know what I have to do to stay on top of the game. To be honest, even if you don’t sign me as your inheritor I don’t think I’d mind.”

  That really took me by surprise. What was he talking about?

  Daxter must have noticed my sudden shift in uneasiness too because he went on to explain further, “We’ve already got Moda Auteur off the ground. I got Mercury Wild, J&E Consulting Firm and the bank giving us their full support. Hopefully we can snag a few more tonight. If we do, we’ll be able to make this the next big thing in the fashion world.”

  “You’re very confident,” Joel noted of his son’s words. “You’re confident but for a good reason. Everything you said is right: even if I don’t give you another cent you’ve pretty much built a backup plan for you and your wife.”

  “I do have just one question: what does Moda Auteur mean?” Carmen asked. “I know the others here understand but I’m not a clothes designer.”

  I reached out to hold her hand and explained, “Moda is Italian for ‘fashion’ and ‘auteur’ is a term meant for an artistic filmmaker who instills his ideals and style in his movies. Moda Auteur generally symbolizes a fashion style that lets someone dress in a way that lets them show off their ideals and personality.”

  “Okay, you’ve really done a lot of research,” Joel commented after hearing my explanation. “I have to commend you both. You impressed me. I honestly thought only Gary had the brains and the guts to tackle on such big ambitions.”

  Daxter was beaming with delight and Sonya was doing her best to suppress a smile. We all had a good feeling and soon enough Joel gave us the good news.

  “I’ve made a decision then,” he declared just as waiters were coming in to bring in the food for every table. “I will sign you and Noelle as my sole inheritors. You not only made me and your mom proud but I have to say even Gary would be proud of what you two have accomplished.”

  “Dad, I support you on this, you know I do,” Sonya told Joel. “I know I was your initial choice. I am older than Dax but the fact remains that he is the proper successor. He has the right business mind, he’s dipped his feet into the right social circle and he’s just naturally built for a life of transactions and different marketing strategies. I’m a writer, I’d rather stay in some mountain in France, drink my coffee and let my money sit in a bank until I want to splurge what I have on a dog.”

  Joel, in a rare instance, laughed and nodded in agreement, “You are right. I know I scared you all when I named our vice president as a possible candidate but you do understand why I did so, right? I had to protect the legacy of the company and for the longest time, Daxter, you were not the ideal successor. You’ve improved so much though and you’ve proven yourself to me and your mom.”

  A lot of chatter sparked on the table. Daxter and Sonya were celebrating. Carmen and Joel were busy discussing their own business plans with the family’s corporation. I remained silent in my seat as I tried to soak in all of the revelations that came with Joel’s magic words. Even I had to admit there was a strong magnitude the way he said things.

  This all meant our ruse had been a success. It was not as easy as I thought it could be. I did have to marry him, after all, and I was starting to get addicted to him in the bedroom. I quit my job, and I moved to a new home and uprooted everything in my life for this one gamble.

  It was a good thing it all paid off.

  However, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do now. I should be happy because it meant my life was going to shift into a direction I thought I’d never experience before. With the Horndale inheritance and the Moda Auteur business, I basically went from rags to riches in a single sweep.

  The main problem was what I would do with my life with Daxter. I did love having sex with him and to be honest we did have good chemistry but… did I love him? Did I even like him enough to live with him permanently for the rest of my life? Everything started as a ruse to fool all these people but was it possible that I could truly fall for Daxter Horndale?

  …or did I already fall for this ridiculously handsome and daring man?

  I had time to think about it. For now, I could just relax, soak in the triumph, and show my affection and support to my “husband.”

  14

  Daxter

  When we got home, all I could think about was how my life was going to change. Ever since Gary died, there was the lingering feeling of failure that never left me alone. The fear of losing out on everything my family had just glued to my mind no matter what I did. Now that I had proven my worth to my parents and got their approval, I felt a heavy weight suddenly lifted off my back.

  By the time we got home, Noelle was a little drunk and exhausted. I didn’t try to push for sex this night. All I wanted was to let her feel appreciated. I guess I could come up with something tomorrow or the next day. I just picked her up out of the car and carried her to the condo.

  “Hmm, are we home yet?” she asked groggily as we walked through the main front door. “I smell donuts.”

  I chuckled and said, “Yes, we’re home. Yes, we have donuts. They’re on the table.”

  Noelle gently opened her eyes but even as she tried to strain her neck and look for food she was obviously tired and drunk. She slumped back down and allowed me to place her in the middle of the bed.

  “Babe,” she called out. “I love you.”

  I felt my heart stop and I had to look at her to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. Did she just call me babe? Did she just say she loved me? I took a double-take glance at her and yes, she was still lying down and was still in a drunken stupor but there was no denying she just said what I thought she said.

  “Babe? Come here, I feel a little cold,” she then muttered softly. It was so weak it was barely louder than a whisper.

  Quickly I took off my clothes, adjusted the room’s temperature and then slid onto the bed and hugged her close. I wrapped us both with the comforter and gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, “Thank you. I couldn’t have done all of this without you. If you didn’t agree to this insane idea then I’d still be a loser.”

  “And I’d still be working nights at the club stripping for old perverts and drunks,” she added with a grin on her face. Noelle then opened her eyes, turned to face me and stared straight into my eyes as she said, “You still didn’t reply to what I said earlier.”

  How was I supposed to reply to that?

  Time seemed to come to a complete halt as her words cycled over and over again in my head. My mind tried to make sense of everything that had happened but no matter what I did, I couldn’t resist the temptation of just staring blankly back at her. I was just too distracted by her beauty and the way she just looked at me. Her lips were barely an inch away and all I could think about was leaning in and giving her a long, deep and passionate kiss.

  “I love you too,” was all I could say. The words just came out of my mouth. “I’ve loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Maybe that was why I felt comfortable bringing up this fake marriage idea to you in the first place. I just knew I’d be happy with you even if you never loved me back.”

  Noelle closed her eyes, kissed me on the lips and then said, “You know there’s no one else in the world that I�
��d rather be with right now than you? You’re the perfect catch for any girl and yet I get to call you mine. You’re handsome, you’re smart, you’re famous and you’re rich. I love the way you look at me, I love the way you care for me and I really love the way you fuck me.”

  “I thought I was just another spoiled billionaire who only knew how to drink and fuck?” I asked her.

  She giggled a bit and licked my lips before she said, “Well, you were a spoiled billionaire but now you’re this resourceful, hardworking and faithful billionaire who still loves to drink and fuck. The good thing is you now do the latter with me and only me.”

  There was a lot of truth in those words. Ever since we got together, I did everything in my power to avoid seeing other girls. I didn’t want the public to think I was cheating on the girl I just married. That did mean saying good-bye to some bombshells like Tatyana but in the long run, I didn’t care anymore. I had everything I could ever ask for in Noelle.

  “I love you,” I told her. “I love you, I love you, I love you!”

  “Should we repeat our wedding vows now that this marriage becomes real?” she asked me. “When we first got married we were just pretending we cared and we were just pretending to be a real couple. Now it’s real.”

  My fingers combed through her hair and I gave her a kiss on the forehead, “Noelle Stanley, do you accept me, Daxter Horndale, to be your beloved husband?”

  “I do,” she answered with a smile. “Daxter Horndale, do you accept me, Noelle Stanley, to be your beloved wife?”

  “I do,” I replied and gave her a kiss.

  She then pulled away real quick and bit down on my lip, “I now declare us husband and wife. You may now fuck the bride.”

  Noelle didn’t have to tell me twice for that. I quickly rolled on top of her and pushed her clothing up so I could free her moist and anxious pussy. As soon as it was exposed I dug in a finger and slid it through her flesh, not just to make her more excited for what was yet to come but to also make her moan even louder. The sound of her voice whenever we had sex simply drove me insane. Her moans were so seductive that I could get hard and horny simply by the sound of her erotic cries of pleasures.