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I nod. “You two use your code to get in. I’m activating every feature you put in this system.”

“Will do. Y’all stay safe. I’ll give Hayden the update and we’ll be back later tonight. See y’all in a few. Nice meeting you, ma’am,” Hendrix offers Heather a smile and looks at me before laughing to himself. He walks away whistling a tune and singing, “Love is in the air, everywhere I look around.”

“He seems nice,” Heather says as he pulls out of the driveway.

“Well, to women, all the Haven boys are at their best. Pop wouldn’t have it any other way and Mom would take a belt to our hides if she found out otherwise. So we’re gentlemen when we need to be.”

Heather scoffs, “What you did to me in that lake house last night wasn’t very gentleman-like.”

“I beg to differ. I let you come first,” I tell her with a swift swat to her ass as we head back inside. “And don’t forget that I let you seduce me, woman.”

“Me? Seduce you?” She places her hand over her heart with dramatic flair. “You’re absolutely right and I wouldn’t have it any other way, Daddy. So how about it?”

“How about what?” I ask, peering down at her with curiosity.

“You bending me over the hood of my car or we can pop the hatchback open.”

“There goes that mouth of yours again, starting trouble. I told you this would happen. I don’t want you to get tired of me, so I may need to limit your daily dose of dick.”

Heather bursts into laughter, turning around to grab me through my jeans. She reaches her hands up into my hair, gripping the strands and yanking my head back.

“Little girl, be mindful about what you’re about to do.” I give her ample warning. I can easily break free, but she’s riling me up good to want to fuck her until I can’t anymore.

“Me? Be mindful? Didn’t you just threaten to put me on a dick diet? I haven’t even had enough to say that I’ve had too much for you to restrict my access. I demand it this instant, Daddy.”

“Unhand me or regret it,” I tell her, trying to hold back my laughter.

Then she says those magical words that get me to a place where I nearly explode from excitement. She licks her lips and then stretches onto her tiptoes to lick mine, saying, “Make me.”

12

HEATHER

Hudson is the best distraction a woman can have as he shakes free of my grasp and proceeds to chase me around the living room. We’re doing laps around the sofa until he leaps over it, cutting me off and taking me into his arms.

My feet lift off the ground as he spins me through the air, and I can’t remember having fun like this with anyone. Still, we’re in this sparring stage of lust, and I can’t let him just win outright. I have to make it challenging.

Just when Hudson thinks he has a firm grip on me, I throw my arms straight into the air and drop my weight to the ground, spinning away from him with a grin. I don’t know when the objective changes from me trying to touch him to him trying to catch me, but we’re in this game.

My adrenaline is pumping through my body as we begin to circle one another.

“Little girl, you can’t wrestle with a guy like me and think you’re going to win,” Hudson tells me.

I shrug, never one to simply concede, and run my hand along the arm of the sofa. I need a plan of action to get him inside me but make it feel like I’m winning. There’s no way he’s going to hold back after telling me it’s mine.

“You don’t know that. I can be squirrely as much as I am feisty. Slippery like an eel.”

Hudson’s laugh is hearty, fills the room and touches me in ways that amaze me. Little old me can make a big guy like him feel good.

Shaking his head, he says, “You know what’s going to happen when I catch you, right? I’m gonna show you how much trouble that mouth of yours has got you in.”

“We’ll see about that,” I challenge him as I dash around the couch and leap onto him in a way he leans back against the wall. My legs wrap around his waist, and my arms around his neck. He has no choice but to hold onto me as he moves around to the couch and plops me down.

My legs never unwrap from around his torso. Now, he’s trying to free himself from my grasp.

“You are definitely stronger than I gave you credit for,” Hudson admits through a series of grunts.

The temperature is heating up between us as we both wriggle around, but then he does something, not playing fair, and I see the glimmer in his eyes as the idea comes to him.

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