KNOX
I set Ivy down and the loss of her warmth hits me like a wave. I feel like a f*****g addict on withdrawal.
“Hide. Now.”
She doesn’t hesitate.
Ivy drops to her hands and knees and crawls under my desk, her blonde hair and bare ass disappearing into the shadows.
I take three seconds to breathe.
In through my nose, and out through my mouth.
My c**k is still rock hard and straining against my zipper, so I count to ten before moving to the door.
Professional and controlled.
A complete far cry from the man who was seconds away from f*****g his daughter’s best friend against a window.
I unlock the door and pull it open.
Sierra stands in the hallway with a bottle of whiskey clutched in one hand, her eyes slightly unfocused.
“Dad.” She sways slightly. “Have you seen Ivy?”
“No,”
