"Sorry. No clean clothes here since Macy demanded I stop having a drawer here. You don't mind me borrowing your shirt, do you daddy? You weren't using it anyway," said Olivia, looking up at me with tired eyes, batting her eyelashes innocently.
She dragged her fingers down my naked chest and abs, licking her lips as her eyes followed the movement of her hand down my muscular build.
It was a morning thing. That was what I told myself as I looked down at her wrapped up in my arms in my bed, in nothing but my shirt with only two buttons done up.
Thinking it best not to inspire any additional flirtation, I tried not to tell her I was the one that put my shirt on her last night. Instead, I withdrew my arms from around her and turned my back on her, hoping to hide the morning wood I was spo
