Chapter 25

• Dylan was already on his knees, his hands running up the sides of her thighs and hips, stopping at the band of her thong. "Mr. Silverstone," she whimpered, leaning her head against the door, making one last attempt to stop what was happening, "We shouldn't. You can't--."
• "Daddy," he growled, pulling the thong down her hips. She moaned as he placed gentle kisses on her lower stomach and slowly pulled the scrap of cloth down her legs, then pulled her right leg over his shoulder.
• He dug his fingers into her thigh and she felt him blow cold air onto her. "Daddy," she whispered, running her hands through his hair, fully giving in to him.