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  Olivia T. Turner

  Contents

  Copyright

  Become Obsessed with OTT

  About

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Don’t be shy. Come Follow Me…

  Daddy’s Best Friend

  Copyright© 2019 by Olivia T. Turner.

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  Contains explicit love scenes and adult language.

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  She looks so innocent but I know that she can ruin me with one look, one touch. She already has.

  I’m on a first date but I can’t stop thinking about what’s waiting for me at home.

  A young innocent babysitter named Brooklyn.

  I’m a single dad and she’s taking care of my son.

  But when I get home she’s going to be taking care of me.

  I can’t get those sweet cherry lips off my mind and by the time I get the check, I’m damn near obsessed.

  When I get home she’s going to find out that it’s my house and I’m in charge.

  I can make her do whatever I want while she’s under my roof.

  And once I get my possessive hands on her…

  That sweet cherry will be mine.

  This alpha hero is going to teach this young innocent babysitter what happens when you tempt an Over The Top older man!

  This book has no cheating and an extra sweet HEA guaranteed.

  To my first client Mr. Russell

  I would have done a lot more than babysitting for you…

  One

  Carter

  “This bottle looks good,” Linda says as she looks at the wine menu. “It’s aged eighteen years.”

  “Just how I like it,” I mutter under my breath.

  “Sorry?” She leans over with a smile and I shake my head. “Nothing.”

  I drop my eyes back down to the menu, but I’m only seeing one thing and it’s not the fifty-six dollar Duck Pâté en Croûte, whatever the fuck that is.

  I can’t stop thinking about the gorgeous angel in my house right now. Why the fuck am I here when all I’ve ever wanted is at home?

  “I think I’m going to have the Salmon En Papillote,” Linda says as she closes her menu.

  She looks nervous as she takes a sip of water.

  I wonder if she’d be less nervous if she knew that there was no chance of anything happening between us.

  It’s a first date that my best friend Jacob set me up with. He said I needed to get out more and meet some women.

  Well, I met someone tonight, but it’s not the woman sitting across the table from me. It’s the new babysitter that I left at home.

  It had felt like I got struck by lightning when I opened the door and saw her standing there. She was chewing gum and looking up at me with the brightest sparkling blue eyes that I’ve ever seen.

  My heart started hammering in my chest as I stood there, unable to move in her angelic presence. In that moment, I knew I had to have her. I’ve never wanted anything more.

  The sun was at her back, lighting up the golden blonde hair around her head like a halo. Aviator sunglasses were perched on the top of her head like a tiara, making her look like a damn princess. She was staring up at me, just chewing her gum and making those perfect little cherry red lips smack up and down. An image of me sliding my hard cock through them nearly took out my knees. I had to grab onto the doorframe to keep from collapsing.

  She looked so damn innocent standing there like she just walked over from any of the houses on the block. My eyes roamed over her body, trying to memorize every detail so I could jerk off to her image at the first chance I got. Her perky little tits made my mouth water as they stood out proudly under her open black leather jacket and white shirt.

  She was wearing faded tight jeans that hung low on her young hips. Her knees were popping through big holes, giving me a glimpse of her smooth flawless skin underneath. I wanted to rip them off and see what else she had hidden under there.

  My mouth watered when I saw her perfect little feet and sexy toes in flip flops. I don’t know why the thought of her barefoot in my house turned me on even more, but it did. Everything about this girl turned me on.

  I was actually jealous of Evan. Jealous of a five-year-old.

  How could I not be? He got to spend the night with her. Getting hugs, kisses, wrestling. He was the luckiest kid in the world to be able to spend the night in her presence.

  “Are you okay?”

  Oh, right. My date.

  “Huh?”

  “You seem very distracted,” Linda says. “Are you worried about your son with the new babysitter?”

  “Yeah,” I say, trying to shake out of my daze. “Sorry, my mind is on the babysitter. I can’t seem to stop thinking about her.”

  “I’m always nervous too when I get a new babysitter for my little Luna.” She starts going on about her kid and my mind wanders back to Brooklyn.

  Brooklyn’s Babysitting Services.

  Fuck. I feel like I’ve downed a twelve pack of energy drinks. I can’t sit here anymore.

  I would leave right now and head back home, but this is a good friend of Jacob’s and I don’t want to be a complete ass to her. Plus, my son Evan must be still awake and I need him to be sleeping for what I have planned when I get home.

  Brooklyn doesn’t know it yet, but she will be mine.

  A girl like that needs a man like me to protect her, to watch over her, to pamper her, to own her.

  The thought of her at school surrounded by horny boys who have their eyes all over her supple body makes my hands start to shake with anger. The thought of them brushing against her body in the halls, hearing her sweet voice, smelling her intoxicating scent… Fuck, I can’t take it.

  “Excuse me,” I say as I jump up so fast that my chair nearly falls over. Linda’s eyes widen in shock as she looks up at me.

  “Are you okay?” she asks. “You look really pale.”

  “I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

  “Okay,” she says as I stomp off to the back of the restaurant.

  I’ve lost my appetite.

  My mind is racing as I storm into the men’s room. Panic fills every inch of me.

  I don’t think I’ll be able to release it until she’s mine. Until her pussy juices have coated m
y cock. Until my seed is growing in her womb. Until I own her completely.

  “Get out,” I growl at the guy in the bathroom who’s washing his hands. He takes one look at me and then rushes out without drying his hands.

  I’m not normally such a hot-headed prick, but this girl has got me on edge.

  Brooklyn Bennett.

  The babysitter who’s going to get a lot more than forty bucks when I get home.

  Two

  Brooklyn

  “Want to play with my blocks?” Evan asks with the cutest smile on his face.

  “Sure!” I say, smiling back at him.

  The kid takes off running to his room at the end of the hall and disappears inside.

  I take my time walking down the hallway as I look at the pictures on the wall. It’s all pictures of Evan from when he’s about two years old until now. I notice that there aren’t any pictures of him before that as a baby. There also isn’t any pictures of his mother anywhere in the house, and believe me, I’ve looked for them.

  The last picture on the wall is the one that stops me in my tracks. Evan is with his father, Carter Ross. I swallow hard as I look at those dark eyes, which seem to be staring back at me. Is there a more beautiful man in the world? I’m not sure. Probably not.

  He’s holding Evan on his lap and looking at the camera with a hard stare. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I examine every detail of this man that has captivated my mind since I walked into his house. He has salt and pepper hair with a light beard that also has the perfect amount of grey. I can’t help wondering how it would feel to run my hand up his strong jaw. This is the first time I’ve been attracted to an older guy—to any guy really—and I find myself intensely curious about him. I want to know everything.

  “Are you coming?” Evan asks as he pops his head out of his room with a look of frustration on his face.

  There aren’t any pictures of Mr. Ross in there to gawk at. I’ve already checked.

  “I coming,” I say as I walk over, hoping I get to say those same words to his father.

  I check on Evan and he is sound asleep. I have the house to myself.

  A mischievous grin creeps across my face as I walk down the hall, running my hand in waves along the wall.

  I shouldn’t, but I’m gonna.

  My heart starts beating a little faster as I step into Mr. Ross’s bedroom. It’s a big master suite with a beautiful ensuite bathroom attached. It smells rich and musky just like him.

  It feels naughty being in here and I start to feel a growing heat between my legs. It starts to throb when I look at his big master bed and fantasize what he would do to me in there.

  I’ve never even kissed a boy before and here I am, fantasizing about getting taken by a much older man in every possible way.

  I walk on my toes to the lamp beside his bed and turn it on. The room is a warm beige with expensive looking furniture and sleek decorations.

  It’s not like my mom’s small master bedroom with all of the dirty clothes, over-flowing ashtrays, and empty wine bottles scattered everywhere. This master suite looks like it should be on the cover of Rich Sexy Bachelor Magazine.

  There’s a shirt draped over the chair by the window and before I can stop myself, I’m tiptoeing over and grabbing it. I put it to my nose and inhale deeply, sucking in his rich intoxicating scent. I wonder if he would notice if I stole it.

  I don’t know what has come over me, but I’m acting like a total psycho. There’s just something about the way he was looking at me when he opened the door, like he was a starving man and I was the nourishment he needed to survive. Something about that hungry look in his eyes has flipped a switch inside me. I want him to devour me. I want him to have his fill.

  I take one more delicious whiff before putting the shirt back over the chair like I found it. The street is dark and I look both ways for any headlights approaching before I walk over to his nightstand to see what’s inside.

  My pulse is racing and there’s a fluttering in my chest as I open the top drawer. I know it’s wrong, but right now all I want is wrong.

  There’s a box of condoms and an expensive watch inside. I pick up a Magnum and trace my fingertip around the rubber circle, wondering what it would be like to slide one of these over his big cock. Would he do it or would he let me?

  The questions are getting me wet and the answers are making my pussy ache.

  I’ve touched myself before but I’ve never had an orgasm. I could just never bring myself there no matter how hard I tried. But right now I feel like I could explode from just one touch.

  Something dark and wicked in me takes over and before I can stop myself, I’m stripping my clothes off and dropping them to the floor. My white cotton panties are soaked with my desire for Mr. Ross and I picture him sitting in that chair and watching me as I slide them down my legs.

  I’m so wet. This is crazy. I’m in a strange man’s house, completely naked.

  What if he walks in the door and sees me?

  That thought makes my clit ache and I slide my hand down to give it some relief.

  I’m soaking wet. My fingers come away drenched with sticky syrup.

  I rub myself, but it’s not enough. I want to be surrounded by his smell. I want to be engulfed in his essence.

  The little devil on my shoulder takes over and urges me to slip into his bed. “Imagine what he’s going to do when he smells your pussy on his sheets,” the devil whispers into my ear.

  The angel on the other side is nowhere to be seen. The devil probably bound and gagged her.

  I pull back the sheets and slide in between them. They feel so soft and a little bit cold on my hot naked skin.

  My eyes close as I lower my head on his pillow, breathing in his arousingly heady scent. I part my legs as my hand slides down my stomach to between my legs. I’ve never been so turned on. I’ve never been so wet.

  I picture Mr. Ross walking in here and finding his naughty babysitter naked in his bed. I can feel his strong hands on me as he punishes me in the best possible way.

  My hand is moving double time as I rub my clit and slide my fingers up and down my soaking wet folds. My back arches off the bed and I have to cover my mouth to keep from screaming as I cum hard all over his sheets.

  It takes ages to come down from my orgasm and when I do, my legs are trembling and I can barely breathe.

  It was my first orgasm ever and now it’s on Mr. Ross’s sheets. It belongs to him because it was for him.

  My heart is pounding as I sit up and pull back the sheets. It’s a wet mess under there, but I don’t regret a thing. Knowing that he’s going to be sleeping in this bed with the smell of my juicy cunt in his nose, teasing and taunting him in his dreams makes me smile.

  I’m just his babysitter but I want to be so much more.

  He calls me to take care of his son, but I want to take care of him.

  Maybe after he sees this, he’ll let me.

  Three

  Carter

  I burn through every damn stop sign on the way home.

  Poor Linda was holding onto the dashboard and saying her prayers as I whipped around the corners like I was Mario fucking Andretti.

  “Wow, you like to drive fast,” she said as I swerved around a car that was driving too damn slow. I hit the gas and blew past him, anxious and eager to get home.

  The desire to see Brooklyn grew with every second that I was stuck in the restaurant until it took on a life on its own, eating and ripping at me with frustration.

  “Leave!” it growled at me. “Go claim her before someone else does!”

  I spent the entire dinner sweating and white knuckling it as I held onto the arms of my chair while Linda talked about her job and her love of playing the violin.

  I just stared at her lips as she talked, pretending to listen, pretending they were a tenth as interesting as Brooklyn’s cherry red lips.

  My desire paced within, getting angrier by the second. It huffed with impatience at the slow
waiter, at how long it took Linda to finish her damn salad, at France and all of the French people who thought it was a good idea to make dinner have five fucking courses!

  Each second that ticked by was torture. I would have left if it was anyone else, but Jacob is my best friend and I promised him that I would be a perfect gentleman to Linda.

  I’m trying, but it’s hard. It’s hard to be a perfect gentleman when I’ll I can think about is racing home to be a dirty beast with my young babysitter.

  The only thing that kept me grounded and sane was knowing that Brooklyn was in my house. That perfect round ass was sitting on my couch. Those sweet cherry red lips were touching my drinking glasses. Those sweet innocent lungs were breathing my air and mixing it with her own.

  By the time I paid the bill, my restraint was wearing dangerously thin. I practically grabbed Linda and dragged her to the car.

  I think she was expecting a kiss when I dropped her off, but she got a whole lot of nothing. I don’t want these lips to touch anything but those cherry red lips waiting for me at home.

  My heart is hammering so hard that my doctor would send me to a cardiologist if he heard it as I pull onto my street. I hit the gas and only touch the breaks when I swerve into my parking lot.

  My headlights light up the pink bike that’s resting on my garage door. It hits me like a punch in the stomach. She’s so fucking innocent. I want to smell the bike seat and rub my cock all over it.