I'm so close. My cock aches as I teeter on the edge.
Her nails rake down my back, sending a surge of heat through me.
"Damn…Everett. That's what I needed," she moans, her voice hoarse with desire.
And that's all it takes. The dam breaks, and I come undone. I growl, my hips jerking as I find my release, the pleasure coursing through me.
"Fuck!" I pant, my chest heaving.
I hold her close, breathing in her scent, feeling her heartbeat thunder against my chest.
It's the most incredible feeling.
I kiss her temple, and she smiles, the expression lazy and content.
"Kenzie, if we don't stop now..."
A knock at the door freezes us both.
"Daddy?" Harper's voice calls out. "Are you in there?"
Reality crashes back in like a bucket of ice water. Kenzie's eyes widen, and she scrambles to disentangle herself from me. I step back, running a hand through my hair in a futile attempt to smooth it.
"Just a minute, peanut," I call out, wincing at how wrecked my voice sounds.
Kenzie straightens her clothes, her cheeks flaming. "I should go," she whispers.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. She slips out the door, murmuring something to Harper as she passes. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
As she leaves, I sink back into my chair, my head in my hands.
"Fuck…" I whisper, folding forward.
What was I thinking?
I wasn't thinking. That's the problem. For one moment, I let my guard down. Let myself feel something other than guilt and duty and fear. And look where it got me.
I sit, trying to sort through the competing thoughts in my head. The mission. The girls. Ian skulking around town. And now this... whatever this is with Kenzie.
It's too much. I can't handle it all. I need to focus, to compartmentalize. To be the soldier, the father, the protector. I can't afford to be... whatever it is, Kenzie makes me want to be.
I stand, suddenly needing to be anywhere but here. The walls of my office feel like they're closing in on me, suffocating me.
"Daddy?"
I spin, and Harper's watching me. I forgot she was still here.
My little girl is growing up too fast. Her eyes are wide, brimming with questions I'm not ready to answer. I forgot how perceptive she is, how little escapes her notice.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, love." I notice a picture in her hand. "What's that?"
Harper's smile widens, and she shows me her picture. She doesn't have to explain what I'm looking at.
"That's you, Hazel, me, and?—"
"Kenzie…"