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"Ooooh, Daddy!" she cried out.

He didn't stop. His hands had been holding her thighs apart, but now they moved closer. She gasped in pleasure as his fingertips found her labia and spread them wide.

His tongue delved deeper.

She moaned, her head spinning.

"I'm going to make my little girl come," he whispered, his words sending a jolt of pure electricity through her core.

"Please, Daddy," she pleaded. In that moment, she'd lost all self-consciousness. She wasn't even able to worry about what Cane and Walker would think if they walked in, or to ponder the unique dynamics of their not-so-ordinary relationship.

All she could do was receive the pleasure that her Daddy was thrusting at her. She was completely powerless.

His fingers dug in deeper, gripping her harder. The pressure was building inside her, a fire starting to rage out of control.

"You taste so good, darlin'," he growled. "Let it out. Give it to Daddy. Come for me."

"Ooohhh!" she cried.

The tension inside her had grown beyond the point of no return. She couldn't contain it anymore.

Her toes curled and her muscles contracted as her orgasm hit. She bucked her hips against him, driving his tongue further in, as her cries grew louder. It was the most joyous, rapturous sensation she'd ever experienced. Daddy knew exactly where she'd needed to go, and he'd taken his little girl there.

She rode the wave until she was nearly reduced to nothing, and then her entire body relaxed.

Austin's head popped up. He was looking at her, his chin resting atop her pubic mound. "Good girl. But now, it's time for the main course. Turn over. Let me see that little bottom of yours."

Daisy giggled. Normally, she'd come up with a million excuses as to why she shouldn't. Of course, they'd all be born out of her self-doubt and lack of confidence. But with Daddy, well, she forgot about all that. Somehow.

"Yes, Daddy," she said, already getting in position.

It took her a moment to get comfortable. She settled with her head on a pillow and her butt thrust high.

Austin gave her a playful swat.

“Hey!” she cried out.

“Hey, what?” he asked, giving her two more crisp slaps across her bare cheeks.

She moaned as more wetness seeped from her valley.

The bed sank a little and she realized he had gotten on. A glance over her shoulder gave her a perfect view of him completely undressed and on his knees atop the mattress, inching forward.

Her eyes went wide. She braced herself for what was to come.

This was going to be abso-freaking-lutely amazing.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Just down the street from the firehouse, at Sheriff Quinn Hardin’s office, Walker stood next to the lawman, holding the charred remains he’d brought along.

“What is that thing?” the sheriff asked with a bewildered gaze.

“A homemade incendiary device,” Walker pronounced grimly. “Found at the site of that forest fire early this morning when I went back to poke around.”

“And you knew about it but didn’t mention it at the meeting this morning?” Quinn didn’t sound upset. He was just working through the facts in his mind.

“That’s right,” Walker said with a nod. “You know how it is. I didn’t want to start a panic. And reveal all my cards.”

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