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Not only had Autumn grown a few inches, but she’d blossomed from an awkward teenager into a full blown woman.

That face, those curves…those breasts and hips…

I wanted to run my tongue over every single one of them, explore every inch of her, then take her and claim her as mine. I almost growled when I thought of the number of horny fucking college boys who got to check her out every day…watching her hips sway and her ass as she passed them on campus.

None of them deserved her.

She needed to be treated like a princess—a queen—and I was the only man who could do that for her.

But things weren’t that simple. Not by a long shot.

Randy and I had been friends for a long time. He’d hired me fresh out of college and put me to work, and I’d been with him ever since. We’d been best friends since then, going out for drinks after the day was over, catching movies, and talking shop. And when my ex-wife had left me, he’d sent me to China to get the hell out of Dodge, clear my mind, and make a ton of money.

And how was I going to repay him? By coming home and fucking his daughter?

No. I couldn’t.

But I also couldn’t deny the hold Autumn had over me, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to resist her if we were ever alone together again…

“Dad!” Autumn called out from somewhere in the house.

“Yea, honey?”

“Can you help me with something?” she asked.

“I’m making gravy right now, what is it?”

“Can you just come here?” she asked.

Randy turned to me and nodded in her direction.

“Leave the lemons for me and go see what she needs, would ya?” he asked.

“Michelle? Maybe you want to?” I asked.

But Autumn’s mom just shook her head. “No, if she’s asking for Randy it means she needs something opened or she needs something fixed. You’d be better suited. Go ahead, we’ll be fine here!”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Shit, I thought as I walked out of the kitchen and over to the stairs leading to the second floor. Autumn was standing at the top of them and motioned quickly for me to come up.

Don’t get a boner, don’t get a boner!

It was an internal struggle of epic proportions as I took the steps toward her. Compared to her college girl outfit of last night, she was dressed up, wearing a grey skirt that came down below her knees and some kind of t-shirt/blouse thing that I wanted to grab and tear off of her to expose her beauty beneath.

“We have a problem,” she hissed as I got to the top of the stairs.

“Oh, so you don’t need me to open a jar or something?”

“Shut up!” she whispered. “What are we going to do about this?”

She was so sassy. I loved it. Such spunk.

My dick pulsed and started to tingle as she got ahold of me again.

No! Don’t get hard, damn it!

“I don’t fucking know,” I growled. “Why didn’t you say something?”

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