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Liam glanced up, catching me staring, and the corner of his mouth curved in a sexy as hell smirk. “Morning, baby.”

I felt my cheeks heat as I blushed and walked up to him. Daddy wrapped an arm around me and kissed the top of my head. His heat, his strength—it wrapped around me until I felt like nothing could ever touch us.

His mouth found my neck, his lips brushing that spot right below my ear that caused me to shiver and my nipples to tightened. I leaned into him, closing my eyes, and just… breathed him in.

We never stopped wanting each other, not even after several years had passed. Our sex life was just as hot and intense as it had been from day one. In fact, I’d say it was even more combustible after we bought our own house and officially became a couple. People didn’t know we were father and daughter, and we would keep that between us. All they needed to know was that we loved each other.

Liam and I knew our relationship wasn’t conventional. We could never have biological children together. Marriage was next to impossible with our current situation, but that didn’t stop us from telling people that’s exactly what we were. We had the same last name, after all. But any negativity, any obstacles didn’t matter because we had each other.

He turned me in his arms, lifting me onto the counter like I weighed nothing, stepping between my legs. His eyes were dark. That hunger I knew so well was always there, directed at me. He was insatiable, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

We kissed like we hadn’t already spent the night fucking like rabbits. And even my sore pussy was ready to get fucked again.

Every day with Daddy Liam felt like a fantasy come to life.

“I love you,” he said, his voice rumbling through me.

I smiled, pressing a kiss over his heart. “I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

I smiled and felt warmth fill me.

We’d built our own world, and it was perfect for us.

The End.