Page 106 of Doughn't Let Me Go

I’m sure if I spent more time thinking about it, I’d probably think it was alltooeasy.

But we’re not overthinking it.

It’s one of our rules.

No kissing. No overthinking. Just sex.

“There are my favorite ladies,” Porter says smoothly, padding into the living room.

My heart races.

No feelings. No attachments.Just sex.

“We’ve been invited to an impromptu shindig at Winston and Drew’s.”

“Is baby Riker going to be there?” Kyrie asks, not looking up from the coloring book she’s had her nose buried in for the last hour.

“Of course. He lives there.”

“Then I guess I’ll go.”

“You guess?” Porter plops down on the couch, pushing at Kyrie’s arm with his foot. “Don’t mess up, don’t mess up.”

“Dad! You bunghole!”

“She can say bunghole?” I whisper to him.

“It’s better than asshole.” He shrugs. “Go get dressed. Beachwear.”

“We’re going to the beach?” Kyrie shouts. “Why didn’t you say so?” She jumps up, tossing her colored pencil down like it offended her. “Woohoo! Beach boys, here I come!”

She blazes out of the living room.

“Beach boys?” Porter says to me as he scowls after his daughter. “I do not like the sound of that.”

I stifle a laugh. “She’s at that age.”

“Really? I wasn’t interested in girls until I was like twelve.”

“That’s because girls mature faster than boys.”

“That so?” He scoots off the couch and onto the floor next to me, grabbing me and pulling me into his lap. “Who told you that nonsense?”

“Science.” I laugh as he buries his face into my neck, tickling the spot he knows drives me nuts. “Everyone knows it.”

“I don’t know it. Sounds like something you just made up.”

He darts his tongue out, licking me, and I moan.

Loudly.

“Porter…” I say as I feel him harden beneath me.

“Dory…”

“Stop it. Your daughter could walk back in any—”

“I’m ready!”

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