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Instead of pushing her off my lap, I lie back and she goes with me. Now, she can plant her palms against the bed and grind hard enough to drive me out of my fuckin mind. Her throaty moans–desperate, feral–leave me dripping and aching and, fuck, I have to be inside her. Now.

“Callum! Wait up! I want to say goodnight, too!”

It takes too long for me to register the voice now echoing through the hall outside the partly open door.

Bianca. Filled with panic and tension.

Calling out to…

“What the fuck?”

Callum. She was calling out to Callum.

Who is now standing in the doorway after flipping the light on, staring at us with his mouth hanging open. His daughter is straddling me and I’m halfway to pulling my dick free, both of us now frozen in fear.

Tatum finds her voice before I do. “Daddy. Let me explain.”

I know him too well for that. He’s not in the mood to listen.

He’d much rather kill me for this and ask questions later.

CHAPTER38

TATUM

This is a nightmare, right? I’m still asleep. Of course, I had a dream about making out with Romero since that’s the kind of thing I usually dream about lately, anyway. That is when I’m not dreaming about the nonprofit that’s getting bigger and bigger in my imagination.

There is no way Dad just walked into my room unannounced and found us like this.

Bianca bumps into him from behind and propels him further into the room. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, red-faced. “I tried.”

“Tried?” Dad glares at her before swinging his attention back to us. “Tried what? You knew about this?”

“Dad, please.” I scramble off Romero‘s lap and straighten out my pajamas, feeling very small and afraid. I could live to be a hundred, and I would still be afraid of my father. Not that he would hurt me–I know he wouldn’t. It’s his disapproval I’m scared of. His disappointment.

More than anything, I’m afraid of what he’ll do to Romero, who awkwardly lurches to his feet with a raging erection I was only grinding against a few seconds ago. I doubt it will last long now that the worst has happened and we’re both basically fucked.

“Please, what?” Dad’s question is a bark, loud and vicious enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up and my skin erupt in goosebumps.

I am not a child anymore, but I’ll be damned if he doesn’t make me feel like one.

“You.” He jabs a finger in Romero’s direction, and that finger is shaking because his entire body is trembling with rage. “I trusted you. I treated you like a member of my fucking family, and what did you do? You took advantage. All this time. How long has this been going on? Tell me. How long?”

“It’s not that simple!” I’m shouting, but then I have to if I want to be heard.

“I don’t remember asking you a thing,” Dad snaps. “You and I will have this out, but right now–”

“No! You’re going to listen tome!”

Wow. Where did that come from? Even I’m shocked, my mouth snapping shut. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bianca staring at me, looking worried and surprised all at once.

Dad lowers his brow. “Excuse me?” His whispered tone chills me. “Since when do you shout at me like that?”

Don’t you dare back down now. “Since you won’t listen, though that’s nothing new, is it?”

“Tatum…” Romero murmurs.

Forget him right now. No, what I have to say goes deeper than this moment. I’ve got almost twenty-three years of pent-up frustration to vent.

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