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“Sweetheart, you need some medicine.” I shake two Tylenol into one hand, then gently rub the corner of her mouth with my other thumb, encouraging her to open her lips for me. “Wake up, little one. I know it’s hard.”
Groaning, she grabs my wrist.
But instead of pushing my hand away, she tugs it closer, pulling my thumb into her mouth.
My cock roars to attention, thick and full, as she pulls on my flesh, her mouth hot and wet.
I groan. It’s a feral noise, one of need. My vision darkens at the edges, and I know I could give in to this. Shove down my sweat pants and jerk off as she suckles my thumb.
But I would be the worst kind of monster if I did that.
With another strangled sound, I wrench away from her. The pills can wait.
I’m at the bedroom door when she moans behind me.
“Daddy, don’t go.” It’s a breathy plea that stops me in my tracks.
I turn, and that’s my undoing. She’s rucked her dress up her torso, the strobing light outside casting a moving spotlight on the curves of her lower body.
“I need you,” she whispers. It’s coherent enough that I swear she’s awake, but her face is still flushed, and her eyes are squeezed shut.
Those perfectly swollen strawberry-pink lips part again.
She’s the most beautiful vision I’ve ever seen in my life, and I don’t deserve to have her in my bed. I press myself back against the door to stop myself from going to her—she needs me—and squeeze my cock savagely through my sweatpants.
She doesn’t needme. She’s dreaming about something I have no right to intrude on.
The way she sucked on your thumb, though. . .Maybe the voice in my head is a fucking dirtbag, too.
Neely
I’m dreaming of one of Ford’s hands between my thighs, his other pressed against my mouth.Shh, be a good girl for—
And then I’m awake. It’s a disorienting shift because the last thing I really remember, I was heading up the path to the lighthouse and thought I heard his voice.
Now I’m lying on my back in a dark room, and it’s hot. I’ve pushed off the blankets— Blankets.
I’m in a bed.
There’s a grunt from the shadows, and more comes back to me in flashes. Ford carrying me in here. Ford trying to get me to take medicine. His hand. . . Oh.
I sit up, smooth my dress down over my hips, and whisper his name. “Ford?”
