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“Your dog snores.”

“Our dog.”

“And he kicks.”

“You love him.”

“I can't feel my fucking foot.”

She walks toward me and kisses my jaw. “Good morning, Daddy.”

Then she walks away.

I stare after her.

Fuck my life.

Callie’s humming as she pours coffee into two mugs. She’s barefoot and wearing my shirt.

She smiles at me over her shoulder. “I still hate these boring mugs.” She sets one at the table for me. “Black. Just the way you like it.”

Of course she knows that.

I grunt, not wanting her to know how much it affects me. I know she’s my fucking stalker, but damn, does it feel good to be noticed. To have someone remember every detail without me having to tell them.

She leans over and kisses my cheek. Before she can move away, I pull her onto my lap.

Her laughter fills my kitchen. “I’m supposed to be making breakfast.”

“Fuck breakfast.” I push the mug away, then wiggle my hips beneath her so she can feel how hard I am for her.

“Mmm. Maybe breakfast can wait.”

I spin her around and sit her on the table, putting her bare feet on my shoulders.

“It’s going to wait. Because the only thing I’m going to be feasting on right now is you.”

Before she can say another word, I push her panties aside and practically dive between her legs.

“But Alibi⁠—”

“—Is on the bed with the iPad, watching Scooby.” I push her legs wider. “Now shut up while I’m eating you.”

She gasps as my tongue circles her clit. “Oh, fuck.”

I suck on it until she squirms, then release it.

“No more words.” My grin is wicked. “Unless you’re screaming my name. Or telling me harder. Faster.”

She smiles, but I wipe it off when I lick from slit to clit, then add two fingers inside her.

“Mmm.” She fists my hair, pulling me closer. “So damn good.”

I keep going, bringing her to the edge, then stopping. Her eyes fly wide, breath heaving.

“Why?”

“This is for saying I’m like your cousin.” I tease her again, working her up until she’s close, then stopping. “And this is for disrupting my life.”