Free A Daughter for the Eccentric Billionaire by Kelsey Charisma Page A

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wondered what shade of pink concealed underneath the white bottoms.
When he glanced down, following the movement of her legs, she
spread them wider. She didn’t dare look, but hoped there was a
small gap where he could steal a glance of her chaste cave.
    Then she ran a hand between the cups to her
bikini top. Like a puppet on a string, he did everything she wanted
and strove for. He followed her fingers with his eyes as she swept
them between her breasts. Undoubtedly he noticed her hard nipples
poking through the material. With luck, he was picturing her
topless. She’d know if she turned him on if Bruce found relief from
Aubrey, and Camille would gloat knowing she made him need sex and
he’d fuck his wife with her tight, virgin body in mind.
    All the men were watching her stroke her
body in a way she wished Bruce would. She didn’t care who drooled
over her as long as Bruce kept his eyes on her. She’d continue to
pursue him, until he forced himself to look away. The other men
gaped at her, shocked she’d strive for her father’s attention so
openly and while acting desperate. The alarm of incest made them
stare, but Bruce only recently married Aubrey and Camille didn’t
think her crush was scandalous in the slightest. So, she didn’t
even blush when the men most likely thought she was daddy’s little
rich girl he fucked in secret. Camille would gladly be his while
only in hiding. And with everyone’s attention she continued to run
her hands on her body, letting each man think what he wanted.
Unfortunately, she could see Bruce’s thoughts, which were plainly
visible by his scowl. He wasn’t amused by her tactics.
    Bruce refused to answer her question, but it
was like him to avoid any of her advances. and explain to
bystanders that she was seeking attention. This time, however, he
was more shocked by her theatrics that he didn’t immediately chide
her. She was far more daring than usual.
    It wasn’t until Camille draped a leg over an
armrest to open her legs wide, rest a hand over her bikini bottom
with a finger over her nub, and then brought her other hand up to
lick the tip of her finger to wet her bottom lip, that he finally
growled in outrage. Instead of him daydreaming about what it would
be like to kiss her body, Bruce forcefully commanded the men to
leave and prepare to submerge the statue. He was pissed they were
watching. Camille grinned.
    “Take a picture of me, daddy,” she said when
he was the last to turn and abandon her where she sat.
    “Camille, you can’t do that. Don’t you care
at all that they were thinking about…ravaging you, Camille. Don’t
pull this kind of shit in front of staff.”
    “I’m just trying to be as sexy as
Aphrodite.”
    “You’re sixteen. You shouldn’t even be sexy
yet.”
    “I want to be. I want you to take a picture
of me, too.”
    “I don’t have a camera.” His quick reply had
a tone that warned her not to push his patience, but the
extravagant gift wasn’t for her and she jealously pushed for his
attention.
    “You don’t have a camera with you, yes, but
call for one, and then take a picture of me.” When he clearly
wasn’t going to be sucked into her ploy, she added, “If mom isn’t
coming to see it because of her so called head ache, you should at
least take pictures so she can see it later.”
    “She does have a head ache, Camille.
And that’s actually a good idea. But you better be out of that seat
by the time I get back, and start acting your innocent age.”
    Bruce’s threats never amounted to anything,
so Camille didn’t bother to budge from her spot. A few minutes
later, he came back with a camera, and the only repercussion for
not listening was a disappointed glare. He frowned, when he halted
a few feet in front of her. He stared at her, clearly hoping she’d
follow his order if he scowled long enough.
    “Just one picture,” she begged.
    “Then you’ll get up, and stop acting like
this?”
    “Like what?”
    “You know,” he