Rhett's POV
Something was wrong with me. Why did it feel good having my f*****g n****e pinched by my own damn daughter? How was I enjoying her touch?
Shit…I had to stop this before my d**k grew any bigger.
I reached for her hand underneath my shirt and pulled it out. I put it on her own thigh, then I patted the back of her hand. “This is not appropriate, baby bird,” I told her, trying to concentrate on the movie again.
For a while I thought that was it. She wouldn’t touch me again, and I was able to relax again, making my d**k calm down a little. But after some minutes, Birdie turned her head and pressed her lips to my jawline.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” she whispered, pressing one more kiss to my cheek.
Shit. She knew exactly what to do to trick some
