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“Mh-hmm.” I moved my lips, feeling his cock under the thin fabric of his boxers.

“You want more? You’d love to have my cock in your mouth.”

I wanted exactly that, but knowing him, he’d make me wait for it.

Hell, he’d make me beg.

His fingers gripped my hair tighter, and he pressed himself harder against my mouth, letting me feel just how hard he was getting. “Fucking beautiful. I love those eyes. Love when you watch me with all that desire.”

I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t talk. He was making it hard for me to use my voice when he was pressing himself against my mouth.

“This is thrilling to you, huh? Pushing my damn limits and seeing how far you can take this without getting caught. I like that. I really do, and I know I shouldn’t. But, fuck…who could ever say no to you?”

I had him wrapped around my little finger, and all there was left to do for him was simply accept it. He didn’t want the others to know about this, so he would have to play along. But it was hard for him, and that’s why he kept pushing me away.

I understood, in a way, but I wished it would’ve been easier for us. If we could’ve just been open about each other’s feelings, things would be better. But that wasn’t possible.

Dad continued to rub his cock against my mouth, and my lips slid along his hardness. I wanted to feel his skin on mine, and I dared to reach up and tug at his shorts.

He immediately stopped me, grabbing my hand with one of his while keeping the other in my hair. “Not now, Tate.”

I sighed and dropped my hand again. Maybe waiting for more wasn’t so bad. It was never a good idea to rush things, and if I wanted this with Dad to work, I needed to let him lead.

Dad muttered a curse as he stepped away from me, helping me back up to my feet. He cupped my face with both hands and studied me closely before he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to my cheek. “Be patient.”

I would have to try.

But for him, I’d do anything.

“Okay.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wishing I could stay this close to him all the whole time.

He didn’t move away. Instead, he trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck, with his hands on my hips now. Shivers ran down my spine, and I used my hands to touch his chest, taking advantage of this moment. “Can you kiss me, Daddy?”

He tensed at my question, and his fingers dug into my hips. “You know I can’t, Tate.”

“Nobody will know. Just one kiss. Please, Daddy.”

His hands moved to my ass, and he squeezes it tightly. “No, Tate.” He moved away before I knew it, and he turned away to grab the glass off the counter. “Go to bed.”

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest, and while my first instinct was to argue, I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere.

Fine.

“Goodnight, Daddy. I love you.”

“Love you too.” He didn’t turn around to look at me while he said it, but I knew he meant it.

It took me a moment to leave the kitchen, and when I finally did, I headed straight back to the bedroom where Ronan was still sleeping. I got back into bed and hoped to fall asleep quickly.

Maybe in my dreams I could get Dad to kiss me.

7

TATE

Dad didn’t look at me all morning long.

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