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I slip my finger between her legs, letting it slide through the fluffy mound of white, and find her opening.

“Five,” she moans. “Take me upstairs.”

Upstairs. She’s so cute.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here on the steps, Princess.”

“Yes,” she says, fisting my hair as I go back in for another taste. “Yes. You have no idea how long—”

Her phone rings. The musical trill of Some Day My Prince Will Come echoes. We both stop to look around. Her phone is lit up and about to vibrate off the foyer table when I rush over and catch it one-handed, just before it crashes onto the tile.

The screen says, Daddy.

Jesus.

I hand it over. Rory’s eyes go wide as she sees who it is and she tabs Accept, saying, “Yes, Daddy?”

“Where are you, Rory?” Spencer has always been a loud guy. Big, and rough, and tattooed from head to toe in black and red birds and skulls.

“Oh, well, I’m in Fort Collins. Five came home and—”

“Are you at the farm?” he asks.

“No,” Rory says, wincing as she looks down at her half-eaten outfit. “No, I’m at Five’s right now.”

“Is he there?” Spencer asks.

Rory looks at me. I shake my head furiously. I do not need a conversation with Spencer Shrike right now. Not when I still have her pussy cream all over my hands and the taste of strawberry sex in my mouth.

“Yes,” Rory says in her sweet Daddy voice. “He’s here.”

“Put him on,” Spencer growls.

Rory hands me the phone. We really need to have a long conversation about when it is, and isn’t, appropriate to lie. “Yes, sir?” I ask the phone.

“I will charter a fucking jet right now and kick your ass in six hours if you hurt my baby again.”

I take the phone from my ear and stare at it. Then get a hold of myself. “I won’t.”

It’s lame. I know it’s lame. But Spencer Shrike has that effect on people.

“Put Rory back on.”

I hand the phone to Rory. She takes it and says, “Yes, Daddy?”

“Have fun, Princess. We’ll be back next week. We hope you stay in town and wait for us.”

“OK,” she says. “I’ll stay if Five does.” She winks at me, like this is so clever. But I can only imagine how her father is taking that little challenge right now.

They exchange a few more pleasantries, and then she hangs up. “There’s no cameras in here, right?”

“I have no idea,” I say. “But I’m pretty sure if my dad had cameras he’d keep his mouth shut about this little unauthorized adventure.”

“Good,” Princess says, tossing her phone onto a foyer chair. “Then let’s just pick it right back up—”

But I hold up a hand to stop her. Because even though Spencer Shrike is kind of a dick to me—and has been my whole life—he’s one hundred percent serious about what he will do if I hurt his baby. And at this point, I don’t think there’s any way in the world Rory doesn’t get hurt by me.

“Rory,” I say.