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She briefly nibbled on her lip before our mouths slammed together, a pent-up breath releasing when our tongues touched.

Her hands were sliding around my body, tracing my chest and down my arms, across my abs until my cock was in her palm.

And so fucking slowly, she began to stroke it.

“I need you,” she whispered.

Her legs wrapped around me, leading my tip toward her pussy.

And just as her wetness began to taunt me, I remembered something.

Something that made my fist want to pound the bed.

I pulled my lips away, squeezing her cheeks. “We can’t, Jo.” I swallowed, the thought so fucking painful. “I don’t have a condom on me.”

I hadn’t brought one to Utah on purpose. I didn’t want to be tempted.

In my mind, there was no way this was going to happen.

I wasn’t going to let it.

Because no matter what I did, I couldn’t change the fact that she was Walter’s daughter.

But it had taken me this long to realize that I didn’t need to change who her father was. I just needed to find a way to make it