Page 122 of Doughn't Let Me Go

He crowds in close, pressing me up against the dryer.

“Hi,” he whispers. “I missed you.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You’ve seen me all day.”

“I know, but it’s not the same when I can’t touch you.” He dips closer, letting his nose run the length of my neck. It’s his favorite thing to do because I won’t let him kiss me.

His other hand grips my waist, holding me close enough that I can feel the way his cock hardens in his slacks.

“You’re walking a tightrope right now,” I warn.

“Good thing I have excellent balance.”

I say his name, only it comes out more of a sigh when he adds his tongue to the mix.

Bastard.

“Dad? What are you doing to Missy Fishy?”

Porter freezes.

I freeze.

Time freezes.

My eyes are slammed tightly closed and I pray a black hole opens and takes me away.

“I… Umm…” His lips hum against me and I try not to squirm. “I was just trying to…uh…”

“Spider!” I say quickly.

“What?” he mutters.

“Shut up. Go with it,” I mutter back. “There was a spider and I got scared. I panicked and your dad was trying to calm me down. He was just hugging me, that’s all.”

“Really?” Kyrie’s eyes narrow to slits.

Please believe me, please believe me, please believe me.

“Because it looked a lot like the kind of kissing Uncle Foster and Aunt Wren do.”

“Fuck,” Porter mumbles. “I’m going to kill those two.”

“Dad…”

Porter sighs heavily and pulls away from me, turning to his daughter. He stands there, hands on his hips, looking so powerful and so vulnerable.

“Fine, fine. You caught me. I was kissing Dory.”

Kyrie’s eyes light up. “You were? Why?”

“Because… Well…” His eyes find mine, and I hold my breath, anticipating his next words more than I’ve ever anticipated anything before.

“Do you like her?” Kyrie asks.

“Yes,” Porter tells her.

“Yay!” She claps her hands together, jumping up and down. “I like her too!”

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