Daddy’s Naughty Girl 8

He pulled me up from my knees, hands gentle now, cupping my face as he kissed me slow and deep, one last taste before the spell broke.

I was still trembling, body humming, but he held me steady until my breathing evened out.

“Come on,” he murmured against my lips. “We can’t stay down here forever.”

I nodded, reality creeping back in. Mia could come home any minute. The house was too quiet.

He helped me find my shorts and T-shirt, handed them to me with a small, almost shy smile that didn’t match the man who’d just wrecked me.

I pulled them on, fingers clumsy. He tucked himself away, ran a hand through his hair, and suddenly looked like Professor Harlan again.

Almost.

We climbed the stairs together, careful not to let the steps creak too loud. At the top, he paused, glanced toward the front door like he was listening for Mia’s car.

“She won’t be back for hours,” he said quietly. “But we should… keep busy.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Bu