God help me if I don’t want to be that man for her. To touch those sweet curves, to lick and taste that hot, sweet pussy, dive balls deep inside her as she rides me like a stallion.

But…this is Callie. Lucas’s daughter.

However…

What she is saying. One night.

Just one fucking hot night together. I could show her exactly what that body was made for, worshipping at the altar of Callie Castle.

Then she’d be gone. To London if that job pans out.

No one but us the wiser.

Damn. It’s a dangerous road to start thinking about the what ifs, the possibilities, because they’re impossible to tune out once you start.