Page 95 of Shadowed With Fear

“Why did you?”

“My mom,” she murmurs, hand unconsciously going to her waist.

“Same here,” I kiss her cheek, turning to the coffee pot, making each of us a cup.

“What are we doing in the studio?” She asks me piling a plate with three pancakes, before adding two to another, sliding them across the counter.

I pick them up taking them to the table, plopping down.

“You’re not going to put clothes on?” She laughs.

“Nope,” I cut a piece of syrupy goodness, stuffing it in my mouth with a happy sigh.

“Okay then,” she mumbles pulling my shirt over her head.

Underneath it she’s only wearing black panties cut like shorts. The fabric hugs her hips, and when she turns to grab the milk from the fridge, I can see that it cuts right along the curve of her ass.

“You can’t do that.”

“Do what?” She raises, blinking at me innocently. Her nipples are hard, dusky brown and my mouth waters.

I breathe deeply, pursing my lips.

“Okay. Come eat.”

She walks over, her hips swaying. Dahlia pulls the chair across from me out, but I snatched her plate, dragging it to my side.

“Not so fast.”

She rolls her eyes, coming around the table, hand on the chair beside me. “Nope, can’t sit there. My imaginary friend, sits there.”

She snorts. “Imaginary friend?”

“Yeah, his name’s Ben. You sit here.” I scoot my chair back, patting my thigh exposed from the split in the towel.

She huffs, trying to hide her smile, “If you insist.”

Maybe it was a bad idea.

My cock hardens beneath the towel, and she shifts. I hiss.

Dahlia turns her head to look at me, a smile playing at her perfect lips. “Oh, what’s the matter?”

I glare at her, taking another bite of my pancake.

“We’re working on your portfolio,” I say through another bite of the buttery pancake.

She winces. “Really?”

“Yeah. You gotta stop procrastinating.”

“I know, I know.”

“So, we’re getting it done,” I say with finality.

She shakes her head, rolling her eyes, fork heavy with a syrup drenched bite, “Okay, Daddy.”

My dick twitches, and she pauses, fork to her lips, eyes darting over to me. “Did— “