Goddamn, do I love this position.
Her tits hang in front of my face so easily it feels criminal not to suck them. I flick my tongue across her nipple, gently nibbling as I devour her.
揙hh,?she moans. 揅ole…？
She nudges her wetness against my length, always so ready for me.
I grasp her hips, drunk on sex, pulsing so hard I feel like I抣l explode if I抦 not inside her in the next two seconds.
With a heavy look, she presses herself over me inch by inch.
I grasp her hips, desperate to hold her eyes as I sink into her eager little pussy again. 揕ook at me. Don抰 you dare look away when I fuck you.?
Her bottom lip disappears against her teeth.
She抯 so much more than I deserve.
So completely bad for me.
Tangled together, we ride through a second intense round of fuckery that ends in fireworks, still clinging to each other when it抯 over.
搼Let抯 hit the shower,?I mutter, grabbing her leg.
We抳e become that inseparable. In a matter of weeks, it feels weird to scrub myself down without having her breasts to massage or her little mouth to swallow my come.
We take our usual thirty-minute shower, and when we come out, Destiny is blasting Olivia Rodrigo music from the kitchen so loudly it bleeds through the ceiling. The only good news about that damn clock app is that it抯 catapulted some underrated musicians to success.
If only Dess didn抰 hijack my speakers and amp up the volume so much they can hear it on the moon.
That抯 also when I meet Eliza抯 eyes with an awkward realization.
揝hit. I抦 sorry. I need you to hide in here until棓
揇ad! Where are you? Should I leave without you? I抦 going to be late and Mrs. Werner is a beast.?
Eliza covers her mouth, suppressing a giggle.
揟hat抯 the lady who oversees the summer internships at the aquarium. I need to drive her,?I tell Eliza. 揂s soon as we抮e out of here, I抣l have my driver pick you up. You can go to the lab or go home. Take your time; the car will wait while you get ready.?
She nods.
Before I rush out, I lean down and steal another kiss. 揇oubt I抣l see you at the office today梞ore sourcing shit on the agenda with Troy梑ut I抣l see you for dinner.?I turn toward the door.
揅ole,?she whispers.
I pivot around, waiting.
With a smile that damn near sparkles, she rises up on her toes and adjusts my tie. I wait, frozen, until she kisses me again.
揑t was just a little crooked. Now go.?
Damn, this woman.
I never had a problem before with getting my girl to school on time. Now, I抎 rather crawl into a cave of wasps than leave this room.
I head downstairs reluctantly, fumbling with my phone on the way to shut off that music before my eardrums burst.
It flicks off just a second before I round the corner.
Destiny stands in front of the breakfast bar, her backpack slung over one shoulder and her arms crossed.
揧ou could抳e let the song finish. Jeez.?
揥e抣l be late. Are you ready??I ask.
揑抳e been ready, Dad.?She studies me a little too hard, this odd flicker in her eyes.
Shit.
What is it she抯 sensing?
I rub my neck, tugging up my collar.
What? Do I have a fucking hickey? Maybe, because she抯 still staring.
揑 don抰 say this enough, but…I抦 proud of you.?
I stare at her as she points at my neck.
揊irst time in forever I don抰 have to adjust your tie. It抯 always crooked when you抮e in a hurry.?
I sigh with relief.
揚retty sure I抣l be late. They expect me to work, Dad, not just stare at cute otters all day. We totally won抰 beat the morning traffic unless you bought jetpacks,?she says, finger-combing her hair.
揗y fault. I抣l write you a note.?
She squints at me. 揧ou know, you seem different, ever since Hawaii. Do you still have jet lag or something? You抮e kinda old.?
揗outh off again about my age, and I抣l find that jetpack and send you on a one-way trip,?I say with a snort. 揑抦 fine, Destiny.?
揙kay? So why do you keep acting like you抳e got a bug up your棓
揑抦 fine. Let抯 go, before we抮e even later.?
What the hell? Since when does my daughter parent me?
After I finally get to work after fighting our way through traffic and letting her off at the Seattle Aquarium, I抦 slammed with meetings the whole day.
When I come up for air, I text Eliza. Hey, I抦 sorry about this morning. Also, I need to delay our dinner plans by a couple of days.
She responds immediately. No big. I抦 down in the basement like usual, helping Gina with the pumpkin drinks for fall. It抯 a fun break from the campfire stuff.
I smile. It抯 been several months and she still hasn抰 lost a bit of her passion for this job.