Daddy’s Naughty Girl 6

I woke up in Mia’s bed with sunlight sneaking through the blinds and the smell of coffee drifting upstairs.

My body felt… used. Deliciously sore in places I’d never been sore before. Every shift of the sheets reminded me of Elias’s hands, his mouth, the way he’d taken me apart in his office.

I stared at the ceiling, heart racing all over again.

Mia was still asleep beside me, one arm flung over her face, snoring softly. I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, grabbed my phone, and padded to the bathroom.

No new texts from him. Of course not. He was downstairs. In the same house.

I brushed my teeth, splashed cold water on my face, tried to look like a normal houseguest and not a girl who’d been screaming her best friend’s dad’s name twelve hours ago.

When I finally went downstairs, Mrs. Harlan was at the stove flipping pancakes, humming along to the radio. Mia’s little brother was already parked in front of the TV watching cartoons.

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