"Daddy, I haven't had s*x in almost a year," Liv said.
My head whipped toward her. "Oh," I said, dumbly. My c**k was getting hard for no apparent reason. Well, maybe it was the content of our discussion. Too much talk about s*x.
Olivia set her beer down on the table and then leaned toward me again. "Can I ask a favor?" she spoke quietly.
Something about the look on her face made me swallow. But I nodded blindly anyway, saying, "Yeah, of course."
She held my gaze for nearly ten seconds before asking, "Can I cuddle with you tonight?"
I frowned. A momentary wave of confusion washed over me. And arousal, I couldn't deny. But I must be misreading what she was asking. "You mean like... uh. What? Like on the couch?" I asked.
"Sure," she said, smiling brightly. But then she added in that now
