Daddy's Bossy Best Friend

I didn’t even remember how I got here, exactly. It wasn’t thechampagne, either, it was just like my brain turned off as soon asRoarke and I got alone together. We had been sitting on either sideof each other from the couch and he popped the champagne and ithit the ceiling and made me laugh, and then he slid closer to me onthe couch.The next thing I knew, I was in his bed on his extremely highthread count sheets and he was inside me. I should hate myself, butGod, he felt so good.--