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Wasting no time, I remove her underwear, keeping my eyes on hers, before bowing between her legs. Still glancing up at her, my tongue comes forward and I swipe the wet seam of her.

Her eyes rolls closed and her head tips back. “Mason,” she moans.

“That’s me, baby. I’m going to take care of you.” I’m going to love you. I’m going to show you how beautiful you are.

With my tongue, I lap her folds until her soft pleas beg for more. Then I latch onto her clit and suck hard, savoring her essence and drinking in each sigh of desire from her. My fingers join the moment, dipping into her heat, drenched in her warmth. Her legs spread wider. Her heels come to my shoulders, and she falls to her back on the bed, writhing while digging her fingers into my hair, tugging at the curls.

“Oh God. Mason. It’s been . . . Never like this . . .” The stammering goes on as her body responds to me, dripping with the tell of how turned on she is, how much she wants this, how much she wants me.

With a hitch of her breath, I know she’s close, and I slide two fingers into her, opening her up for me while my tongue and mouth continue to work that point of pleasure.

She’s so sweet. So wet. So eager for more.

And when I nip her clit, she breaks. Legs snap together, holding my head between her thighs. Her fingers curl into my hair, tugging at the ends, keeping me in place as I take every drop, and sigh, and cry of my name, until her legs fall open and her fingers loosen.

“Oh God,” she murmurs as I look at her, finding her blinking, not with tears but with wonder. She shifts to glance at me, still between her spread knees, blowing warm air at her sensitive center. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah?” I tease, witnessing a glow on her face and smile slowly curl her lips.

“Yeah.”

“Might need to do that again.”

She softly chuckles, rolling her head on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Might be ready sooner than you think.”

“Oh yeah?” I exhale, forcing my breath to meet her pretty pink swollen flesh.

“Yeah.” She laughs, sheepish but not shy.

And I want her to know again how beautiful she is to me, so I start the process all over again with tongue and lips and fingers.

Chapter 36

7 Months Ago

February

Father-Daughter Ritual

[Mason]

When I enter the house, a week after Valentine’s Day, Anna is surprised to see me dressed in a suit with Lynlee beside me.

“What’s going on?” She anxiously chuckles, taking in my attire before smiling down at Lynlee. “You look beautiful,” she says to my girl.

Lynlee is wearing a puffy yellow princess dress, per her specifications, which was nearly impossible to find in the middle of winter. When Anna twirls her finger for Lynlee to show her everything, my daughter spins in a circle. Removing her winter jacket like a superstar model, she shows off for Anna who claps her hands together. “Spectacular.”

Lynlee smiles a rare full smile at Anna.

“I’m here for Mila. The father-daughter dance.”

Anna looks up at me. “I didn’t think you two were going. Mila said you weren’t going.” Her face reads both puzzled and concerned.

“We’re going.” I’d bought the tickets for the annual fundraiser a while back, intending to take Mila and Lynlee.

Anna steps back in the entry way and calls up the staircase. “Mila, Mason is here for you.”

A door opens upstairs, and soft feet cross the floor before Mila leans over the railing. “I told you I wasn’t going.” She pouts as she glares at her mother, not giving me a second look. Mila has been suspiciously not around the past week.