Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Heat crept into my cheeks at his mention of the footage. He stroked the back of my palm, inching toward my wrist.
“What happened was entirely my fault. The thought of someone tormenting you made me snap and I…” He closed his eyes for a few seconds, maybe to calm himself? “I was so blinded by my emotions that I didn’t stop to think about what would happen after I punished the prick who’d hurt you. I ended up hurting you worse than he ever could. Because I was supposed to be there for you. I’m sorry I wasn’t.”
Tears blurred my vision. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for giving me the chance to apologize.”
I smiled at him, wishing I could crawl into his lap. Then I remembered…
“We still get one hug, right?” I asked.
He barked out a laugh, betraying the tension in his throat. “Yeah, we do. Would you like me to hug you?”
“Yes, please.”
We rose from the table and moved toward each other. I sighed with relief as he wrapped his arms around me, cherishing the sensation of his hard, toned body pressing against mine. He squeezed me gently, and I swore I could feel something growing hard against my belly, something just for me.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered. “You’ve changed so much, but you’re still my Hailee. You’re the exact opposite of this place.”
“How so?”
He pulled back to look at my face. “This place is all cold, hard edges, and you’re soft and warm and generous. What I wouldn’t give to press against your supple curves every night.”
My lower body clenched. Luckily, I caught myself before I did anything egregious, like French kiss my father in front of a bunch of prisoners and their spouses. He brushed his lips across my forehead and then took a step back. I immediately felt colder without his touch to warm me up.
“We probably shouldn’t push it,” he said.
I nodded and sat back down. The careful way he lowered himself into the chair confirmed my suspicions. I’d made him hard with just a hug.
He clasped my hand again and held it tightly. I cursed the table, the rules, and the whole damn justice system for standing between us. He studied my face, my heated cheeks, my hard-won smile.
“God, I wish I could kiss you,” he said, his voice hoarse with longing. “I wish I could kiss you, hold you, touch you…”
“I wish you could touch me, too.”
His nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath. I could only imagine how starved he was for physical contact, and I suddenly felt ashamed that Uncle Logan and I were able to enjoy each other so freely.
“See that guard over there.” My dad tipped his head toward the bored-looking guard standing against the wall. “I cashed in a favor to get him to look the other way today, so… I could touch you if you wanted me to.”
“Wait, really?” A slew of scandalous images flooded into my mind, and all of them involved my father’s hands. “What about the cameras?”
“Since when are you camera shy?” he teased. I shot him a look that made him chuckle. “If we angle it right, the camera won’t see anything.”
I waited for the guard to scan the room, noting how he seemed to avoid glancing at our table. My pulse began to race. Was I seriously going to allow my dad to fondle me in a room full of strangers? Was I that fucked-up?
“Yes,” I said. “I want you to touch me.”
He wetted his lips in a way that made me want to take off my panties and invite him to use his mouth on me. “Sit in the chair next to me.”
I switched seats so that I could sit beside him, and he slid his chair closer to me. I tried to get a good view of the security camera mounted on the ceiling in the middle of the room and realized that my dad was right; I was completely obscured from this angle. The other prisoners and their guests wouldn’t be able to see much either.
Adrenaline coursed through me as I nodded for him to start. Still, I gasped when his hand touched my knee. Slipping beneath my dress, he trailed his fingers up my thigh. With his gaze locked on my face, there was nowhere for me to hide. He’d see everything. My cheeks burned as he teased the crotch of my panties aside to touch my pussy directly. It took every drop of my willpower not to moan.
“Your pussy saved me, you know,” he said, his voice a rough whisper. I wondered what it would be like to hear him whisper equally dirty things to me in the dark. “When everything else seemed hopeless, I knew I just had to wait a month to be reunited with this gorgeous pussy.”