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The Preacher’s Virgin Daughters #4a
Copyright © 2013 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press
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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.
She tasted of cherry lip gloss and bubblegum and innocence.
Shelbie has been teasing her best friend’s dad for months. She knows it’s wrong and that it’s sinful, but he’s so sexy she just can't help herself. The hunger burning in his eyes is like a drug and the more she gets, the more she needs.
But Derek Vance can only take so much, and when the preacher’s girl pushes him too far he turns the tables on her. Now he’s determined to punish her taunting by giving her exactly what she’s been asking for. Will Shelbie’s innocence be the price she pays for tormenting him?
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Derek Vance stretched his feet out on the coffee table and let himself sink a little deeper into the couch. It was so nice to be able to work from home on Fridays instead of making the commute to Stantonville, especially with the way traffic piled up on the interstate on Friday afternoons. After a quiet day alone at home he had actually gotten more work done than if he had gone to the office, and he still felt nice and relaxed heading into the weekend. The arrival of high-speed internet in town had come just in time to convince him not to move closer to the office, and while Stantonville wasn’t exactly the big city he definitely preferred the peace and quiet of Briarwood Hollow.
The front door banged open and he glanced up from his laptop as his daughter Lisa bounced through.
“Hi, Daddy,” she sang out.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said. “How was your day?”
“Good. Glad it’s Friday, though.”
Another girl walked in behind her, the fine, blonde hair curling past her shoulders gleaming pale gold in the afternoon sunlight. His cock twitched and he tried to will himself into a state of icy detachment, wondering if not moving to Stantonville had been a mistake after all.
“Hi, Mr. Vance.”
“Is it okay if Shelbie spends the night?” Lisa asked.
“Hi, Shelbie. Sure, she can stay over.”
He desperately wanted to say no, but he didn’t have a good excuse and he could hardly tell Lisa the truth—that Shelbie Trimble got him so hard that he was afraid he was going to rupture something. Shelbie knew it, though, and the little prick-tease added a little extra sway to her hips as she followed Lisa into the kitchen with a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure that he was paying attention.
Derek didn’t know why she was doing this to him, but it was slowly driving him crazy. It seemed as though every time she came over she upped her game a bit, cranking up the heat until she had to know that he was boiling. The really bad part was that he was pretty sure she had singled him out; if she was behaving like this with other guys in Briarwood Hollow he would have heard about it by now—and so would her daddy. His eyes wandered up the slim curves of her legs from her heels to where her thighs vanished under her candy-striped miniskirt. He doubted that her daddy knew she was out dressed like that, either, and he would undoubtedly have some choice words to say about it if he found out. Had she worn that skirt just to come over here?