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I can’t resist the urge so I let go of her hip and smack her hard on the ass.

“Oh, yes,” she cries out.

“You like it when daddy spanks you?”

“Yes, daddy,” she moans. Her sweet voice drives my passion and I fuck her harder.

“I need you to come with me, baby,” I slap her ass again, this time leaving a red mark behind.

She jumps when my hand makes contact then she moans like this new sensation might be the best one so far, so I continue to slap her ass as I fuck her into oblivion. To my amazement, she beats me to the finish line, squeezing my cock in her little hole and howling as the ecstasy consumes her. In no time at all, I join her on this mind-blowing, nerve-shattering roller coaster ride.

I lie down on the floor and pull her on top of me. She lays her head on my chest, and I rub her back until her heart rate returns to normal. I think this girl is made for me. She so eagerly succumbs to my desires as though we’re a perfect match. How did I spend my whole life without her?

“That was amazing,” she sighs.

“Yes, it was, baby.”

“But I have to go home soon. Is that okay?”

I grin and stroke her hair. This is the first time that she’s asked my permission for anything when it wasn’t sexual.

“Yes, little one, that’s okay. I’ll follow you home.”

We get dressed and after a long kiss goodbye in the driveway, I follow her to her house. She pulls into the driveway, and I park out front to wait for her to get inside. The porch light comes on and Presley steps out the front door. The hair on my neck stands up as he walks straight to my car. I roll down the window, and he leans into the passenger side of my car.

“What are you doing here?” he asks me.

“I just wanted to make sure Skylar got home alright.”

“Don’t you find that a bit obsessive? She’s a grown woman, you know,” he sneers.

“No, I find it protective but you’re right about one thing. She is a grown woman, so I’m not clear why her father is standing here giving me a lecture.”

“You know she has to be at work in the morning, but you keep her out half the night. Have you given any thought at all to how your behavior might impact her future?”

“Has she missed a shift? Is she making errors because she’s sleep deprived?”

“Not yet, but…”

“And she won’t. Listen, man to man, it’s clear that you have a problem with me. Skylar is a very responsible girl. She wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize her internship so there must be some other reason. Why don’t you tell me what it is?”

“You’re having difficulty understanding the point here. It’s my job to look out for my child, and I will do that even if it means losing the top surgeon in the state,” he warns me.

“Are you telling me to choose between Skylar and my job?” I grit my teeth and clench my fists. I can’t beat up an old man, and especially not my girlfriend’s father, but he’s testing me. He’s testing me hard.

“I didn’t say that but I would suggest watching your back. As I told you before, if there’s a single hint of impropriety in my hospital, I will remove you.”

“I’ll be back to work on Monday. I’ll see you then,” I tell him and speed away, nearly taking him with me.

11

BACK IN THE SURGICAL DEPARTMENT

SKYLAR

Ifeel like I’ve waited a year for this Monday morning to come. Scott is the first person I see when I step out of the elevator, and I know that I must look like a kid on Christmas morning. He walks toward me and we meet at the nurse's desk to collect our patient files.

“Welcome back,” he tells me.

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