Claimed By her Daddies by Laylah Roberts
Prologue
Three months ago . . .
Exhaustion weighed him down.
Why did he feel so old all of a sudden?
Find a bride.
Like it was that easy? He couldn’t just pluck one out of thin air. Someone that he and his brothers would agree on. Someone loyal and kind, who could deal with the four of them.
And that was if he could get his brothers to agree on the same woman.
A knock on the door to his office had him looking up. Please don’t be Adele.
“Sir?”
He relaxed as the door opened and he heard Pippa call out to him.
“Miss Jones? Come in.” His brothers teased him over being so formal with her.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she said. She was always professional and polite in the office. Good at her job, a hard worker, and very sweet. She followed directions well. Almost too well. Sometimes he had to remind himself that she was his employee.
Not his sub.
“You’re not interrupting. I was about to finish for the night.” He glanced at the clock. “And you, Miss Jones, should have gone home over an hour ago.”
Her cheeks flushed slightly at the reprimand, her eyes dropping demurely.
She is so beautiful.
“I’m going soon, sir. Just wanted to finish these reports.” She placed them down on his desk.
As she drew her hand back, he couldn’t help but stare at her fingers. Long and thin, pale white. He didn’t know why he was so fascinated by them.
Maybe because you’re imagining them around your cock.
He groaned.
“Are you all right, sir?” she asked quietly. “Do you have a headache? I’ll get you some painkillers.”
She turned away, disappearing out the door.
You’re a bastard.
His cock was hard, pressing against his pants. He had to stop this. It wasn’t right.
But what if you had the right to feel this way about her? To want her? To have her in your bed?
The idea percolated as she returned with some pills and a glass of water. Walking around his desk, she placed them down.
His heart thundered. She wasn’t wearing anything revealing. A white shirt tucked into dark pants. Her hair was back in a bun, some strands falling down. Her hair always turned into a wild mess at the end of the day.
“Here, this should help.”
What would help is if you got down on your knees and eased the ache in my . . . focus, Kassim! She’s staring at you.
He took the pills with a polite smile. “Thank you, Miss Jones.”
A smile crossed her face. “You’re welcome, sir. Anything else you’d like my help with?”
Don’t say it.
“That will be all. Go home now, please, Miss Jones. And come in an hour late in the morning.” He said the last part sternly.
Something flashed in her face. Disappointment? But that was probably wishful thinking on his part.
She nodded demurely. “Yes, sir. As you wish.”
Oh, none of this was as he wished. But he had an idea . . .
After he was certain she was gone, he picked up his phone and called his brothers on their group line.
“I found her.”
