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“The girls at school who said sex was a chore?”

Her face pinkened adorably. “Uh, no. They need to try a better man.”

He chuckled and cupped her face. “How did I get so lucky?”

She shrugged. “I was thinking the same thing.”

He lifted his face to glance at the clock. “What time do you think you need to be home?”

“Never. Take me away. Let’s go to the Bahamas or someplace warm with a beach where I can waltz around all day in a bikini and tempt you with my feminine wiles.”

He laughed. “Sounds like heaven, but it’s not very practical.”

She sighed dramatically. “Fine.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. “I want to stay a few more hours, though. Is that okay? Do you need to be somewhere in the morning?”

“I wouldn’t care if I had a fourteen-hour shift that started at seven and I got no sleep. I’m going to steal every single second with you and then box them up so I can pull them out and relive this night over and over while you’re halfway across the country from me.”

“Maybe going to college is overrated?”

He rose onto an elbow and stared down at her. “Little girl, do not talk like that. You need to get your degree and follow your dreams.”

“But…”

He covered her lips with his fingers. “No buts. Listen to your Daddy. Let’s not talk about tomorrow. I want my few more hours to be blissful. I want to create memories. Let’s take a shower.”

She grinned wide. “Are you going to wash my hair?”

“I’m going to wash your entire body, Baby girl. And then you’re going to wash mine. And then I’m going to spread you out like a feast on this bed and eat your pussy until you scream again.”

She flushed. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

“What about me? Do I get to suck your cock until you come against the back of my throat?”

He flinched at the visual. “Jesus, Little Lyla, where did that dirty mouth come from?”

She shrugged. “Bad language doesn’t count while we’re having sex, does it?”

He chuckled. “If cock is your idea of a naughty word, then no. I like the way it sounds coming from your lips. Such a dirty Little girl. We’d better get you cleaned up, dirty girl.”

He reached down to hold the condom in place and eased his semi-hard dick out of her, noticing her wince. “Sorry, Baby girl. You’ll be sore for a few days. I promise it won’t hurt like that the next time.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

He slid off the side of the bed, removed the condom, and wrapped it in a tissue before he swooped down and lifted her into his arms. After carrying her to the bathroom, he turned on the water and gently set her on her feet next to the shower.

She crossed her arms, shivering.

He wrapped her in his embrace. “Cold?”

She shook her head. “It feels strange being naked with someone. I didn’t think about it while we were in your bed, but now that we’re not, I feel self-conscious.”

“Don’t. There’s no need. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever set eyes on. Every inch of you.”

“I’m a nerdy bookworm. You never even saw me with makeup, hair done, and a fancy dress until tonight.”

“Oh, Baby girl, I saw you. I’ve always seen you. You don’t need makeup or clothes or hairdos to impress me. You impress me without any of that.” He tested the water and grabbed her hand. “Come.”

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