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I can’t stop thinking of all the things I want to do to her, to see how long I can keep up the punishment for, by giving her just enough pleasure without orgasm. I want to turn her into my dessert, spread her out and spend hours between her thighs, bringing her up close to that edge, over and over.
We’re about to leave when she reaches for me. “Daddy?”
My breath hitches. And I wait.
“Can we… can we go to your place?”
I’m about to say no, but what the fuck. I have a lot of things I can do to her there and it’s safe.
“Sure. Come to Daddy’s.”
She rests her hand high on my thigh on the trip across the Williamsburg Bridge. I want to touch her, flash her to the driver, but I’m a selfish fucker and if I don’t have to, I don’t share. It’s not until we get to my building that she grabs me and kisses me.
We kiss all the way up the stairs, backing into walls and banisters because we’re too wrapped up in each other to notice or care. Her mouth is so fucking delicious I could spend hours kissing her, seeing if I can make her come from that alone. The beauty of that is I can punish her all over again if she loses control.
On my landing, I push her against the wall, my tongue tracing a path along her throat, my hand skimming over the wet silk of her panties.
Fuck, she’s so turned on.
So am I.
That’s when my door cracks open.
I turn away from her.
I don’t have a gun on me. I don’t need one to kill.
But I sort of wish I did when I see who the fuck it is.
Everyone goes quiet, the silence deafening.
The man silently stares at us, taking in the scene.
Smith.
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It takes me a few minutes outside of Orion’s apartment to fit the pieces together.
Not that I don’t know Smith. He’s smooth, good-looking, and polished in ways Orion isn’t. And he’s my asshole of a father.
Birth father.
There’s nothing more than a vague and passing resemblance between us. His genes are the sum of his parenting.
As in nothing at all.
But it takes me a few moments to work that someone is in Orion’s apartment right now because I’m floating in that anticipatory cloud of desire. It fogs my brain and makes everything soft and light inside. I’m at the center of a slow wave of lust, trying to work out what he’ll do to me next, so it takes a few for me to realize we’re not alone and that the someone who’s been waiting is Smith.
Hate boils up in my chest as I glare at him.
And Smith, from the top of his dark, perfect hair to his perfect polished black shoes— this impeccably dressed man, my goddamn father—is vibrating with a dark anger that might even match mine.
The sweet lightness in me deflates. Desire shrivels. I’m suddenly heavy-limbed, my stomach twisting.
My gaze shifts from him to Orion and I can’t read him at all. He’s cold, hard stone.
