Page 71 of Griffin

“I hear you. You know, I never had a woman when I had Ivy to bring up. Don’t feel like Melody needs another mother. Ivy did fine without a stepmom.”

I can’t say a fucking word.

Ivy isn’t just his daughter anymore; she’s the woman I can’t get out of my head.

“Everyone has needs, bud. You don’t need to be dating to attend tothose.” Kevin winks at me and stands, brushing the crumbs off his clothes. “Anyway, back to the grind. You need to get some sleep. You look tired.”

“You do, too,” I shoot back, and he chuckles.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m all good. Do you and Melody want to come over on Saturday? I’m grilling.”

“Sure,” I say, knowing to refuse would only heighten his curiosity. “We’ll be there.”

When I arrive home some hours later, I find Ivy and Melody outside, having a water fight.

Ivy is soaked, her blonde hair plastered to her skin, and her thin tank top reveals her bra.

Fuck. This.

“Daddy! Come here!” Melody shouts, all coy. I know what’s coming, and to be honest, the water balloon that hits my chest is a welcome relief after a day in the sun.

“You got me!” I grin, chasing Melody with the hose. “Your turn!”

Ivy laughs, panting as she grabs a soda from the table. Paint and paper are strewn all over the table, and I notice Ivy has pinned two paintings on the washing line.

“Don’t get those wet,” I holler as Melody follows my gaze.

Her hair is soaked, but her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes shine with happiness.

“We won’t. Ivy put them up real high.”

Ivy folds her arms, her eyes trailing over me as I peel off my soaked shirt. Desire flickers in her gaze, and I chuckle to myself. She’s a horny goddess, and I should feel like the luckiest man alive that she wants me so much.

But it’s more, much more than that.

We can’t touch each other when Melody is there, so I waste no time asking Melody to get changed into dry clothes.

Ivy crosses over to me, lifting onto her tiptoes to press her hot lips against mine, and my fingers slide up her back, unclasping her bra.

“Mmm, you smell so good,” Ivy whispers, her tongue teasing mine.

My fingers stroke her nipples until they’re hard, and she grinds against me, stroking my dick through my work trousers.

I groan, dipping my head, so it’s pressing against her neck, her sweet perfume on my lips.

“How was your day?” I whisper, nibbling on her skin.

“It was fine,” Ivy murmurs, waving a hand at the oven. “I made dinner.”

“Can I just eat you?”

She shivers with delight, and I kiss her fully on the mouth, lifting her drenched tank top over her nipples so I can lick and suck them, my mouth and fingers stroking them until Ivy is panting in my ear.

“Melody is coming,” Ivy moans, and I step back as Ivy adjusts herself.

Melody appears in the doorway, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

“Daddy, Ivy has to go soon,” Melody announces, making a face.

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