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Rolling onto my side, I pressed my cheek to the pillow, still damp with tears. As close as we were—which was closer than we would have been if he hadn't left—it wasn’t close enough to bridge the gap between the man he thought he was and the monster he was terrified of becoming.
In the end, maybe we were both monsters for wanting what was forbidden.
The doorknob creaked and clicked in the darkness. Footsteps padded softly all the way to the bed.
My pulse spiked. Was he here to make one last contour line drawing of his sleeping daughter before she erased herself from his life?
A draft of tepid air hit my back as the covers lifted. The mattress dipped. A warm body spread out alongside me, solid and consoling. I wanted to press against it, to align myself with the wall of hard muscle, but I was afraid I might never get up again if I did. I had meant what I said about the pain of loving him halfway. Maybe I could’ve settled for a normal father-daughter relationship before, but now that I knew how it felt to be kissed and touched and desired by him, there was no pretending that normal would ever be enough.
“Sweetheart?” He caressed my back, the heat from his hand sinking through my thin tank top. “You awake?”
I turned my face to the ceiling but said nothing. He slid his arm under my neck then pulled me against him, tucking his leg between my calves. There was no telling where he ended and I began.
“No one will ever love you like I do, Paige.” He didn’t say it like a threat. Just a fact. Most girls had a father and a lover, two distinct streams of affection. One paternal, one romantic. Somehow, I had managed to tap into both streams from the same man. It wouldn’t matter if I had a thousand lovers after him, none could ever love me quite the same as that.
“So, love me,” I said.
He kissed my earlobe, his breath washing over my cheek in gentle gusts. I felt his cock harden through his boxer briefs, and I loved that I could do that to him just by being there. My father had captured me from every angle, awake and asleep, naked and clothed. He loved me for the woman I was, not for who or what I was supposed to be.
“This should feel wrong,” he said. “Why doesn’t it feel wrong to us?”
I swallowed the stone in my throat. “Supposedly there’s this thing, this condition or whatever, called genetic sexual attraction.”
“Trust me, I know what GSA is. I looked it up as soon as you got here.” He slid his hand under my tank top to stroke my bare skin. “I swear, I never wanted anything like this when you were little. I need to know you believe me.”
“I believe you.”
He pressed his teeth to my shoulder but didn’t bite down. “The day you were born was the second-happiest day of my life.”
“What was the first?”
His lips brushed my neck. “The day you came back to me.”
And there it was, the sense of safety and comfort I feared had been lost for good.
I craned my neck to grant him access to my mouth. He kissed me as if he were in danger of drowning and my breath was the only thing keeping him afloat. His hands glided up my shirt to squeeze and cup my breasts. I whimpered around his tongue.
His cock nudged my backside, firm and insistent. I pushed my ass against him. He hummed low in his throat and fluttered his fingertips over my nipples, his erection prodding the back pane of my underwear.
“We’re really going to do this,” he rasped.
I turned in his arms so I could look at him. Lights from the neighboring buildings washed his face in cool blue tones.
“Only if you promise not to hate yourself afterward.”
He caressed my side, his expression torn. I stroked his jaw and then slid my hand all the way down to his waistband. His stomach muscles quivered. I pressed a kiss to his collarbone and walked the trail of hair below his navel with my fingers. A soft groan fell from his open mouth.
“You have to want this as much as I do,” I said. “I won’t be a tool you use to punish yourself. You have to be sure.”
“I’m sure,” he said. My nipples puckered as he lifted my shirt. “I’ve never been more certain about anything.”
Easing me onto my back, he dipped his head to take my nipple into his mouth. My clit pulsed like a miniature heart centered between my thighs, beating faster and faster as he teased my breast with his tongue. I rested my hands on his back, then tangled them in his hair when his playful teasing devolved into torture.
“Please, Daddy…”
He released my nipple with a wet smack. “Please what, baby?”
“I don’t know. Something. Anything.” I licked my lips. “I need you.”
