next exit. Any plans for this week while your mom’s gone?” Other than seducing you? A nervous laugh escaped her lips. “No. I’ll probably just hang out at the pool and work on my tan.” Daddy exited the highway and pulled into a coffee shop drive-thru. The speakers crackled on. “ Tell them what you want.” He smiled. Time to try out one of those tips. She leaned across the car and put her hand on the seat between his legs for support. “ Whoa.” He jerked back. With the other arm, she grabbed the back of the seat to steady herself. “I’d like a mocha light, extra whip.” The employee’s crackling voice came through the speakers. “Can you repeat that?” Daddy spoke loudly. “She wants a mocha light.” She lightly pressed her chest into his. “Extra whip.” “ Extra whip.” He croaked. His chest rose and fell in quick succession. It was working. All those hours spent memorizing the magazine tips would finally pay off. “ Pull up to the first window.” She turned to face daddy. Her lips were inches from his. She lowered her voice. “Thank you daddy.” He leaned forward a fraction of an inch. Their lips practically touched. “You should sit down.” She eased back into the seat. She smoothed the skirt into place as he pulled forward to the next window. Maybe seducing him would be easy. After about a minute, an employee leaned out of the window. Daddy’s arms shot out to grab the drink. He passed it to her then returned to the highway. Kelly took a sip. The scorching hot drink scalded her tongue. “Ouch.” “ Take off the lid and blow on it.” She slipped a nail under the lid and lifted it off. Steam curled into the air. She pursed her lips and blew on the foamy whipped cream. Daddy glanced at her then turned him attention back to the road. “Be careful not to burn yourself.” “ I know daddy.” She giggled and took a sip. Daddy stared. “ What?” “ You have whipped cream on your lips.” His husky voice filled the space between them. She closed her eyes, stuck her tongue out and slowly swirled it across her lips. As she opened them, a truck swerved to into their lane. “ Daddy look out!” “ Shit.” He careened into the shoulder. The brakes squealed and a riot of gravel kicked against the underside of the car. He slowed to a stop. “ Kelly, you can’t do that thing with your tongue.” “ What thing?” She knew exactly what he was talking about. An article about seducing someone using food appeared in a magazine last month. “ You distracted me while I was trying to drive.” “ With my tongue?” The question hung thick in the air. “ Yes. No. Just, put the lid back on that thing.” Pleased, she snapped the cover over the drink and set it in the cup holder. “I’ll just drink the rest at home.”
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Gary leapt out of the car desperate to get away from Kelly. “I’ve got work to do.” “ Is everything okay daddy?” The temptress’ little pink tongue flicked out from between luscious pink lips. “ Fine.” He turned and stalked into the garage. When she didn’t follow, relief washed over him. How could he resist someone so young, so sexy. He had to find a way. Touching her was completely out of the question. He grabbed a piece of sand paper and passed it over the table he was refinishing. Work would keep him distracted. He sanded and stained the piece in record time. The summer heat seeped in through the cracks and sent the temperature soaring. He stopped to wipe sweat from his forehead. A cold beer sounded wonderful so he put away the tools and went to the kitchen. A pitcher of lemonade sat on the counter with a note. Kelly’s girlish handwriting sprawled across the page. Out swimming. He ran a hand over his face. The vixen probably had the pink bikini on. It was hot outside. There wasn’t any reason why he shouldn’t be able to enjoy the pool too. After all, he paid for it. He dashed upstairs and tossed