Daddy, Please Make Me Yours
I'd happily drown in that one word, let it consume me whole, and die a thoroughly satisfied man.
I lean in, searching June's gorgeous brown eyes, but the words catch in my throat.
When I finally manage to speak, my voice is little more than a rough, barely recognizable rasp. "You called me Daddy."
She blinks, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Um… sorry, I shouldn't—"
"Say it again." I cut her off, the words ripping from my throat before she can finish that ridiculous apology.
Her eyebrow lifts, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. "Huh?"
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