Page 64 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

Last chance to stop this asshole.

Fuck off, this is happening.

The top of her head barely clears my chin. I'm six-five, built like something designed to absorb impact. Heavy in a way that hasn't gone soft even though I traded the fleet for a lens years ago.

Next to me she's a reed. Bangs in her eyes, trembling, curvy like a woman but still innocent like the girl I cradled when the thunder got too loud and she needed protection from the monsters under her bed.

What about the ones on top of it?

I brush my fingertips against a thread of her hair, tuck it behind her ear. My thumb traces the line of her jaw and she leans into me, just enough to understand her hesitant consent.

The sound she makes, this small gutted exhale of relief, goes through me like a blade.

"We shouldn't," she whispers.

"No?"

"You're my stepdad."

"I was way fucking more than that, wasn't I?" I drag my thumb across her lower lip and her mouth opens. I let it drift inside, wet and warm, and something I've held together for too long snaps off. She doesn't pull back. She curls her fingers around my wrist and holds me there.

"I've wanted to touch you for so long." The confession tastes like fire.

Her eyes pop and a warm exhale ghosts over the back of my hand as I pull my thumb from her mouth. "Grant — "

"You showed up here. And you're looking at me like — "

"Like what?"

"Like talking isn't all you need."

The wrecked girl who knocked on my door is gone. What's looking at me now is reckless and honest and sexy as fuck and so young, I hear the devil laughing from his permanent place on my shoulder.

"I was awake," she whispers and any air inside the room is sucked out.

Is she saying what I think she's saying? I swallow around the knot in my throat.

"Is that so?" I make my answer deliberately non-committal.

She nods. "I pretended to be asleep because I thought if you knew I was awake, you'd leave. And never come back."

Jesus. Christ.

"And you didn't want me to leave?" My balls are drawn so tight, I see stars.

Wren moves her lips to my chest like she's talking directly to my fucking heart. "I tried to be still. I wanted you to do more. Tokeep going. But, you still didn't come back. The next day, you told me you were leaving. I thought it was my fault."

"Fuck, Wren, baby, no. It wasn't your fault. It was Daddy's fault. Do you know hearing that makes me love you even more? I wanted to do more, I wanted to check to be sure you were still my little girl. But, I knew it was wrong. Wanting to fuck you, because in my heart, I thought of you as my daughter."

Her throat works as things burn in my chest and my groin. "Who better to teach me than my father?"

Jesus Christ, this girl. So fucking perfect. So fucking sweet and dirty. She's made me feel like a king since the moment I met her and right now?

She just put a fucking crown on my head.

"You want Daddy to finish what he started that night?"

Another nod, zero hesitation. "The only time I get that achy feeling down low is when I think of you. I hated being close to any other boys, but I thought you didn't want me after that night. I wanted you to be jealous and—"