Page 3 of Daddy's for December

“I’m not herrealdad. Just her godfather. Her mother, Sherry, was my best friend. She moved away and left the company when Winter was eleven. You know me… I was away most of the time and didn’t have time to keep up with my relationships.”

Carson stops his annoying tosses and sets the ball back on the surface. “Yeah, Iknow. Where are you off to next month?”

“Japan, I think.” Snatching the leather handle of my bag, I nod goodbye to my business partner. “And I don’t want to waste a minute of this month I get with her.”

“See ya later,Dad!” Carson laughs at his joke. He knows I’m not the paternal type.

But lately… I’ve been hoping that could change.

I’m not getting any younger. Now that I’m in my forties, I fear I may have passed the time I could have children of my own. So, I’m grateful Winter wanted to spend December with me. It’s been too long since I had someone for the holidays. And I hope we can make it a tradition.

Pulling up in my Land Rover outside the train station, I check the time on the wall and my watch and my phone and the car’s clock a few times. Yes, I’m always early, but you never know if something could happen. I don’t want her standing here lost or hurt if I’m not here when she arrives.

The plastic around the flower bouquet I picked up on the way shakes in my hand. There was a time about a year ago IthoughtI saw her in Verona, working at an architectural firm. But she looked so grown up and had black hair; it couldn’t have been her. Plus, the placard said a different name. And I was glad, too, because the woman that greeted me was insanely beautiful. Someone I would have asked on a date if I weren’t so old and she hadn’t been gone when I returned from the meeting.

In a few minutes, her train pulls up, and I brush some wayward petals off my coat and scan every person entering the terminal. My pulse skyrockets every time someone new enters, but none could be my goddaughter. There’s a pause in the crowd coming through the door and panic threatens to take me over. Did she get lost? Is she hurt?

Just then, a gorgeous, tall blonde woman strolls through the doors that two of the stewards open. Under a white fuzzy coat, the hem of a short, pink plaid skirt sticks out with thick thigh-high stockings covering her long legs. Behind her trails an enormous steamer trunk. Her blue eyes immediately find me as her plush lips part in a wide smile. Not only does it light up my entire soul…

My cock jumps in my trousers at the sight of her.

No, no, no! She’s Sherry’s eighteen-year-old daughter!

And she’s utterly breathtaking.

As she approaches, heat trails up and down my spine. “Winter, I’ve missed you so much.”

My girl doesn’t hesitate and slides her arms around my torso. I squeeze her tightly to me with one arm. The otherholds out the bouquet to the side so it doesn’t get crushed. Shefits. Her strawberry-scented hair tickles my nose and makes the thickening in my dick get even more firm. I hope she can’t feel it between our layers of clothing.

When she gazes up at me with her chin planted on my chest, gazing up into my eyes with something like admiration, I know I’m in trouble. Her lips are soveryclose to mine that I can smell her fruity-scented breath. If she were anyone else, I don’t think I’d be able to resist planting my mouth against hers. Maybe even taking her to the bathroom here and having my way with her.

I’m a sick freak.

“I’ve missed you, too,Daddy.”

Oh,fuck… My breath catches in my throat at her words, and I ease my waist away from hers so I don’t embarrass myself. She’s not called me that before, but I’m not going to stop her now.

“You got my favorites!” She smiles bigger as she spots the flowers. “Thank you!” I hand them to her as she raises up on her tiptoes to place her soft lips on the corner of mine. If my head turns slightly, we’d kiss. The nearness of her makes the blood rush to my cock.

“Yeah. Do you still like those?”

Biting her bottom lip, she flutters her lashes at me, then slides her hand into mine. “Yes, I do. You know me so well.”

“I’ll get that.” We walk hand in hand out of the station while I tug her trunk behind me. “You brought a lot. Planning on moving in?” With a little laugh at my delusion, I stash the secret hope that she says yes.

“I guess if you say it’s okay…”

Unlocking the vehicle, I help her inside and reach across her lap to buckle her seatbelt. A little giggled breath hits my cheek in waves. “What?” I ask.

“I’m not a little girl anymore. I can do this myself.”

Glancing at her body, I can’t help the erection threatening to tent up my pants. My thumb trails across her cold cheek. “Sorry. Just a flashback to when you were a little girl. But you’re definitely grown up now.”

Her lips part as she inhales quickly, the skin under my hand flushing pink.

Once I place her things in the back and get situated, I try to get reacquainted with the woman sitting next to me, flooding the cabin with her intoxicating scent. “Why didn’t you say something at the architectural firm last year? That was you, right?”

With a gasp, she says, “You knew? I thought you didn’t recognize me! I was too embarrassed to say something.”

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