Your Dad's Perfect
I teased, biting my lip as I glanced at him.
“Me, Angel. I am,” he answered without hesitation, his hands already lifting my dress from my body.
I smirked. “Nah, you’re like...an eight. Maybe an eight and a half on a good day.” His eyes flashed with annoyance, and I could feel the restraint he was barely holding onto. “Reese, though...mmm.” I licked my lips provocatively. “Reese is definitely an eleven. He falls off the damn scale.”
His disappointment was palpable, but I wasn’t done pushing him. “I think we should take a break. Maybe I’ll test ride Reese, Kane, Dante...hell, even Dan.”
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