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  “Daddy… You’re not…” He kissed me again before I could get the words out.

  “No, baby, but you have always been my little girl. You’re too perfect for a man like me. But fuck if I don’t want you like I couldn’t believe.”

  He tugged the bodice of my dress down and found my nipple with his mouth. His hand groped beneath my skirt. I raised my leg and spread myself open for him. His fingers found my clit and the folds of my pussy that concealed my core. He stroked gently, and every touch made me dizzy.

  “Jesus, you have the most perfect little snatch, Brit. It’s got to be meant for something better than me.”

  “No, oh God. My snatch wants your cock.”

  “Do you want me now, baby?” he asked. I almost laughed because he’d clearly brought me in here to fuck me. I almost said no.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Fuck me.”

  He unfastened his belt and trousers. Before I realized what I was doing, my own hands were eagerly assisting. He groaned at the way I gripped him and pulled his cock free of his shorts. With both hands he lifted my thighs to wrap around his hips. A moment later, his glorious cock shoved up into me and I cried out, then bit my lip at his alarmed stare. Someone might hear us, but he couldn’t do much more than that to make me cry out, as involved as he was in fucking me.

  I couldn’t do much more, either. He had me pressed hard against the door, holding me up with his own strength, which was considerable.

  He slammed into me hard, rushing to get it done. The speed and force of it was mind bogglingly beautiful. Every quick, hard thrust pushed me closer, and then his voice in my ear against the door sent me over.

  “I want to fuck you slowly later, baby. Now, I just need to come, and I think you do, too.”

  I tried to muffle the sound of my orgasm by biting his suited shoulder. It didn’t matter because he pulled my head back and kissed me, obscuring the sound with his mouth as his cock continued its steady plunge through all the spasms. I had no idea which end was up when he finally stopped. I think he caught me and carried me to the sofa on the other side of the room. The last thing I felt was a soft press of lips on my forehead and the drape of a woollen blanket over me before he was gone.

  He’d said only one thing before he left. “I will always love you, Brit.”

  Chapter 6

  I woke up in my bed, which took me a moment to process. When I finally did process, I realized that no… it wasn’t my bed. It was one of the spare rooms in the penthouse. There were about four, I think, though I hadn’t actually counted. Either way, it wasn’t my room or my parents’ room.

  Morning sun streamed through the high windows. I blinked into the brightness for a second before I realized another body was in the bed. I blanched. Holy shit, had I actually succeeded in getting so drunk at the funeral that I followed through with my stupid plan to fuck a random guy? And if I did, what would Dad think?

  The body moved and I braced myself. He shifted around and settled on his side facing me, falling back into slumber.

  “Daddy?” I whispered.

  “No,” he murmured, half awake. A large hand slid up my leg beneath the sheets. “I’m Michael, baby. I think you’ve outgrown your Daddy phase this week. You’re a lot more grown-up than I realized.”

  “Okay, Michael…” I drew his name out slowly. “What happens next?”

  “Well, the dad in me wants to tell you to go back to school…” He trailed off. His blue eyes rose to meet mine.

  “That’s a wise plan, “ I agreed, nodding sagely.

  “But university policy allows you to sit out the semester without penalty, if your parents agree…”

  “I’m sensing a little bit of ethical conflict here, Dad. “

  “Just hear me out… In the process of taking time off, you could transfer to a local college. And I use the term ‘local’ loosely. With your grades and a semester of credits, you could have your pick, Brit.”

  “And you could have me…” I murmured. I mirrored his movements, resting my own hand on his naked thigh beneath the sheets and letting it drift higher.

  “I never said I didn’t have an ulterior motive. Your mother had a habit of creating perfection. You are perfect for me, baby.”

  I smiled to myself , enjoying the way his expression change as my hand found his cock and stroked it. His idea was more than perfect for me, too.

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