Kept by her Daddies – Harem of Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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And . . . weirdly, safe.

As though Jameson wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt her. Because he would take care of everything.

So silly.

“No thinking,” he ordered. “Eyes on me. Concentrate on sucking. That’s it. Look at you. Nice and calm. Shoulders relaxed. You’re doing so well. I’m very proud of you.”

Shoot.

There was a sound from somewhere in the house. A loud bang followed by someone swearing. Ian.

And before she could blink, Jameson pulled back. He was staring down at her with a bemused expression. And she knew before he spoke that she was going to get robot Jameson.

He drew back into himself. “I apologize. That was extremely unprofessional. I think it would be better if I referred you to another doctor.”

“Jameson, you didn’t do anything I didn’t want,” she told him.

“It was unethical.”

She sighed. “I kind of thought we were friends first and doctor-patient second.”

“Even more reason to have a new doctor.”

“All right.” She was too tired to keep arguing. And she knew she wasn’t going to win this argument. Besides, she understood where he was coming from. She didn’t want him to do anything that made him feel like he was doing something wrong.

And then that barrier would be gone . . . right?

Monkeyballs. What was wrong with her? She didn’t want just one man, but three!

And none of them were anything she could pursue long-term.

“Good. I think that’s a good idea.” He breathed out, his relief clear.

“I might be insulted by your relief if I didn’t have such a good sense of self-worth,” she told him in a light voice.

Oh, wait.

She had very little sense of self-worth.

So. Ouch.

He didn’t try to offer her false platitudes or smile back. Instead, his intent gaze studied her.

“I don’t think your self-worth is as healthy as you believe.”

Double ouch.

“This isn’t because of you, sweetheart. It’s about me and my behavior. Do you understand? None of it reflects on you. I don’t want my actions to erode your trust in me as your doctor.”

Oh. Right.

Well, okay.

“All right,” she whispered. “I think I understand.”

“Good girl. I mean . . . bloody hell.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. Most of the time he seemed larger than life. So far above her that he was untouchable. Gorgeous. Sexy. Smart.

So having him stumble over his words made him seem more relatable.

He sighed, shaking his head. “I really did come here to check your hip. I’ll have to get someone else to come over. They likely won’t make it here until tomorrow, though.”

“You really don’t have to worry. I’m not . . . I know you didn’t mean anything by what just happened. Also, Doctor J is different from Dominant J. I still trust you. Really.”

He eyed her for a moment, obviously debating something in his head. Then, with a nod, he walked over and sat on the bed, facing her. Only, he sat right on Ziggy.

“Nooo! You’ve killed him!”

Oh my God! He’d killed Ziggy.

Death by Sexy Doctor bum was a good way to go . . . but she wasn’t ready to say goodbye!

35

Jameson jumped up. “What is it? What happened?”

She snatched her toy from the bed and held him against her. “It’s all right, Ziggy. You’re okay.”

“Bloody hell. I thought I’d sat on something real.” Jameson put a hand on his chest.

“Ziggy is real!”

What did he mean by not real?

Now, she was close to tears. What was wrong with her?

Jameson’s eyes widened with panic. “Of course he is! I apologize. What can I do to help? Is he hurt?”

She gaped at him, not expecting this. Even though Ian had told her that he’d once been a Daddy Dom, she didn’t expect him to . . . to placate her. To show her that part of himself.

“He might be.”

“Would you like me to examine him? I am a doctor, after all.”

“I’m not sure. Are you a very good one? I only want the best for Ziggy.”

“I’ll try my hardest. As long as you promise not to cry.”

She sucked in a shuddery breath. “I . . . I’ll t-try.”

“Be brave. I’m sure that he’s fine.”

“You sat on him, though. And he’s v-very delicate.”

“Hey. No tears. You said you’d be brave.”

“Just please fix him,” she begged.

Jameson took hold of Ziggy carefully. “Let me see. Nothing looks broken.”

“How do you know? Does he need a z-ray?”

“Z-ray? Do you mean X-ray?”

“No. Z for zebra.”

“Ahh, of course. How stupid of me.”

“Are you sure you have a doctoring degree?” she asked suspiciously.

“I do. But to be fair, it’s for humans, not zebras.”

She sniffled, nodding. “That’s true. I guess you might not be able to fix Ziggy.”

“I really think there’s nothing wrong with him that a good cuddle wouldn’t fix.”

“Really? Don’t you need to listen to his heart?”

“I suppose I could do that. Let me get my stethoscope.” He drew it out of his bag and started listening to Ziggy’s heart.



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