Page 107 of Doughn't Let Me Go

Kyrie’s footsteps echo down the hall as she sprints her way back to us.

Which is how I end up hiding under the table as Porter pops up onto his knees, looking over the back of the couch and using it as a blockade for his obvious erection.

“Stop right there, missy,” Porter says before she can get too close. I can’t see what he’s doing as I try to make myself as small as possible right now. “Did you put on sunscreen?”

Kyrie exhales loudly. “Ugh. Dad!”

“Don’t you ‘Dad’ me. The last thing I want to deal with is a sunburned kid. Remember last time you promised you reapplied and didn’t?”

I can hear her audible gulp. “I was a lobster.”

“The cutest lobster I’ve ever seen, but a lobster nonetheless. So, go. Lots and lots of sunscreen.”

“Yes, sir!”

Her feet retreat down the hall, and he lets out a relieved breath.

“Holy crap.” I exhale heavily. “That was close.”

Porter turns around on the couch, sitting back and doing his best to get his own breathing under control. “So close.”

I slide myself out from under the table and onto my knees. “We probably shouldn’t chance that again.”

“Right.” He nods. “Definitely not.” A slow, sly grin inches across his face. “But…” He draws the word out, spreading his thighs even wider. “While you’re down there, mind taking care of this little problem I have?”

I half laugh, half groan at his attempt.

Using his knees as leverage, I push myself up until I’m still leaning over him.

Then I flick the tip of his dick, and he seizes up in pain.

“What the…” He lets out a whole string of curses. “That is not what I meant, you devil.”

“I barely tapped you, you horny baby. A warning for trying to get me to suck your dick with your daughter in the other room.”

“I hate you,” he mutters, but I know he doesn’t.

He knows I’m right. It was a dick move.

I lean down so my lips are tracing over his ear and I flick my tongue out against it.

“Doris,” he groans, and I know he’s fighting the urge to pull me back down onto his lap.

“I’m going to go get ready,” I say, still letting my lips rest against him. “You won’t mind if I wear a bikini, right?”

He pulls away, glowering at me, but I see the spark of lust in his eyes.

“Hey, you’re the one who started it on the floor. I’m just finishing it.”

I push away from him, making sure to put an extra sway in my hips as I walk away.

“This isn’t over!” he calls after me.

His voice is laced with nothing but sexual promises.

I can’t wait.

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