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ALLISON

There must be a ledge in the pool because Memphis suddenly gets taller. He reaches under the towel I’m lying on and pulls out a condom, handing it to me.

I rip it open and stroke him a few times before I put it on him. He grips my hips and pulls me forward, right onto him.

“How does Daddy feel, baby girl?”

“Good, so good, Daddy.”

He helps me to sit up and pulls me into the pool with him. With my back against the wall, he pulls out and slams back into me.

“Harder, Daddy! Please fuck me harder!” I like it rough.

He reaches between us and rubs my clit. “You need to cum for Daddy.” He rubs harder. “Be a good girl and cum all over Daddy.”

It’s as if my body is waiting for him to give me permission. I let out a moan as I do, and I feel him filling the barrier between us.

“How was I?” I ask as I jump up onto the edge of the pool.

Memphis raises an arm and pulls off my wig. “Perfect. Go get cleaned up, and we’ll sit down and talk.”

Ginger shows me where the bathroom is, and I take a shower. I should probably feel bad for having sex with a stranger, but I don’t. I mean, I’m all about having fun. And if that fun involves having sex, then sign me up!

Memphis and Ginger are watching the film and making some notes when I come back out.

“You’re a natural at this.” Ginger smiles at me. “We record anything we do so we can watch it, take notes, and make improvements where needed.”

It makes sense. Practice makes perfect.

Memphis motions to the chair across from him. “Ginger’s right. We usually just work on the basics first, but you were amazing. You up for coming back next week? I think we should work on a few things.”

“Like what?”

“Well,” he leans back in his chair, “we need to get rid of that gag reflex of yours completely. I want to try some toys, anal, and squirting.”

Realizing my period is due next week, I shake my head. “I can’t next week, but I can the week after.”

“Sounds great.” Ginger hands me an envelope. “Your pay for today.”

I stuff it in my bag, and after we set a date and time, I leave. Once I get home and up to my room, I look in the envelope and nearly faint. There’s got to be nearly ten grand in here. Holy fuck! I put it back in my bag and head back downstairs.

“You home, Allison?”

“I’m in here, Dad!” I call out from the kitchen.

He comes around the corner sniffing the air. “What are you cooking?”

“Meatloaf.” I don’t know where I learned to cook. Lord knows my mother can’t even boil water.

“Smells good.” That’s Liam, the man I’ve been drooling over for years. He’s spent countless nights in my house, watching me when my parents are away.

Fucking hell. If this man isn’t a walking god, I don’t know who is. His hair is just long enough to run my fingers through and give a gentle tug. Then there’s his jawline, which is nice and strong. Plus, he’s got these sparkling baby-blue eyes I could get lost in. His shirt clings to his body, showing off the muscles that lie beneath it.

“You’re welcome to stay. I made plenty.” And I’ll serve myself on a silver platter for dessert.

“I won’t say no to that.”

“Where’s Mother?” I ask, not that I care.

Dad waves his hand. “Some spa trip.” He sits at the table. “How’s your summer going?”

“Good.”

Turning away from me, my dad engages Liam in talk about work. I’m not sure how they came to be friends, but I don’t mind having Liam around. Dad is thirty-seven and Liam is twenty-seven.

“I’ll clean this up.” Dad’s voice brings me out of my daydream, and I look up to him waving me out of the kitchen.

Liam sits next to me on the couch in the family room. “So, got a boyfriend yet, Ally?”

Even his smell is sexy. “Nope, just Ryan.”

“Who’s Ryan?”

I’ve always been honest. “Just a friend with benefits.”

Liam nearly chokes on his drink. “A what?”

“You know, someone you call when you need a good thrashing?”

“Jesus Christ, Ally.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know what that was?”

“No, I just… You…” He can’t seem to form a complete sentence.

I smile. “Oh, please. I’m not nearly the innocent little girl you think I am, Liam. There’s nothing wrong with having an active sex life.”

He tries to be discrete, but I see him readjust himself. “I’m heading home, Tom.”

“Have fun with that.” I smirk.

“Wait,” Dad calls out. “I’ll walk out with you. I’ve got to go back to the office. What are you going to do, Allison?”

“Maybe call Ryan. See if he wants to hang out.” I could use another good fuck.

Liam groans, and I smile sweetly. I love the fact I just gave him a chubby.

“Have fun.” Dad kisses my head.

“Wait,” Liam stops him. “You’re going to let some guy come over?”

Dad laughs. “They’ve been friends for years. I trust him.”

“Hey, Dad,” I say as I watch Liam. “Do you care if he stays the night?”

“Not at all.”

“Really?” Liam’s nostrils flare as he looks from my dad to me, his brows nearly meeting each other.

“Like I said, they’ve been friends for years. He used to spend the night all the time when they were younger. He’s a good kid with a girlfriend.”

“Have a good night!” I call out to them as they walk out the door, and I wave and grin at Liam, who looks back over his shoulder.

As soon as they leave, I text Ryan.

Zena is Ryan’s girlfriend. She doesn’t put out. Her parents are super strict and never allow them to be alone together.