Filling Fiona

I never knew this girl existed, and now she was living in my home. When I married Helen, I didn’t know she already had a kid, and now I was expected to take her in because her father was hurt in a surfing accident.

God, she was perfect. Newly legal, legs to Heaven, still innocent, and a chest that would put any porn star to shame. But she had one bad attitude and a very foul mouth. She was a spoiled brat. But she’d been through a lot. I figured I should cut the poor girl some slack.

The trouble was, once I met her, I could think of nothing else. I obsessed over her. I felt as though getting her pregnant with my child was something I must do at all costs, or I might never come again.

Fiona was meant to be mine, and I wouldn’t stop until I was Filling Fiona over and over and over in every possible way.