David tried not to groan but the last thing he wanted to do was deal with his daughter. Yes, that made him sound like an awful dad but seriously, Rachel had been putting him off for weeks. Always cancelling their dinner dates, and yet here she was and it annoyed the hell out of him. Lisabeth was finally in his bed. He didn’t like how nervous she seemed to be at the thought of Rachel catching them.

He got it. Of course he did.

They’d been friends for a long time and he didn’t know how Rachel would react catching them together.

“Honey, what brings you here?” David asked, finding her in the kitchen.

“I hate men.” She slammed the door to the fridge. “I mean, seriously, what is so wrong with you people?”

“You people?”

“Is it really that hard for you to say that you love someone or are you like totally above all that crap?”

He frowned. Was he supposed to remember a boyfriend? Had he met a guy that she’d been dating? Life had been so hectic at work that he didn’t have the first clue what to say.

“We’re talking all men?”

“Yes. All of you. I bet even you don’t do love or maybe you do, I don’t know. I don’t want to know either. Ugh!” She pulled the lid off a carton of yogurt, shoving a large spoonful into her mouth. He always kept the peach flavored ones just in case she ever stopped by, as he knew she loved them. “This is good.”

“This… attitude. Have you been dating someone?”

She stared at him and he watched as she swallowed, gulping down the yogurt. “Look, it’s not important.”

“No, it is important. I should recognize when it is important when my daughter raids my fridge.”

Rachel glanced down at the yogurt pot. “I’m sorry. I just … I guess I wanted to come home, you know. I couldn’t get a hold of Lisabeth, which is so not like her and well, you’re my dad, duh.”

He wasn’t about to tell his daughter that Lisabeth was hiding out in his bedroom. “Want to tell me who has caused this?”

“Not really. I guess I just overreacted. I can’t really talk about it.”

“I can help if you tell me who the guy is.”

Rachel chuckled. “It’s fine. Really. You don’t know him.” She tucked some hair behind her ear, letting him know she was lying. He’d been a good poker player throughout his day and raising Rachel, he’d learned all of her tells. He knew she was hurt but she was also trying to hide it so he wouldn’t keep asking questions. What made him even more curious was that Lisabeth was sure to know who. Filing that information away for later, he smiled at his daughter.

He pulled her into a hug and she clung to him. “I’m sorry for crashing today, and for, you know, not being around.” She sighed. “I missed you, Dad.”

“Missed you too, sweetheart. I am always here for you, you know that, honey.”

“Yeah, I do. So how is Lisabeth doing? You know, with the internship?”

She’s the best woman to ever enter my life, and she’s upstairs and I want to fuck her again.

“She’s doing great. She’s a hard worker, dedicated. Colleagues love her.”

“Of course they do. Everyone loves her. She’s a great friend and I’m so pleased you were able to help her. I know she hates asking for help.”

“I’ll always be there to help. You know that.”

“I do.” She pulled away and finished off her yogurt. “I’ve actually got to get to work but I really don’t want to, you know.”

He stared at her, not sure what the problem was but waited. Rachel was looking at her cell phone, and she dialed a number. “I just really want to talk to her.”

His heart stopped beating. As if they were in a horror movie, Lisabeth’s phone started to ring. From on the kitchen counter. He hadn’t even noticed she’d left it there. Fuck.

She was staring at the phone as she disconnected the call and set her cell on the table beside her. “What’s Lisabeth’s phone doing here?”

For a moment he didn’t say anything, didn’t even move. “She, uh…” He cleared his throat. “She left it at work and I’ve not been able to make it to her place to return it. I brought it back with me.”

“Oh,” Lisabeth said. “I’m surprised she’s not going crazy. She’s always got her cell phone on hand. I’d better go.” She moved forward and hugged him. “I’ll see you later, Dad.”

He followed his daughter out to the hallway, and quickly pushed Lisabeth’s bag out of the way with his foot so Rachel wouldn’t see it. Clearly Rachel had been upset when she first stormed into the house if she hadn’t noticed it.

“I’m so sorry for acting like a crazy person.” She shook her head, giggling. “We’ll do dinner soon, Dad.”

“I look forward to it.”

He waited for her to pull away from the drive, waving as he did. Once she was gone, he closed the door and leaned against it. Lisabeth walked down the stairs, laughing. “I thought we were caught then when my phone started to ring.”

“You heard all of that?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I heard.”

“Do you know who the special guy is?” “I don’t know much of anything lately, I feel.”

“Should I be worried?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I mean Rachel is an adult and is smart.

He nodded, knowing that was the truth.

“But I think I should head home, though, in case she needs to talk.”

He wanted to know who the guy was.

David shook his head. “That is not happening. She’s heading to work and I know for a fact that your boss has other needs from you.” He flicked the lock in place and moved closer. She’d pulled on a shirt and her skirt, which were sexy, but he wanted her completely naked once again.

“Oh yeah, what does my boss want?”

“First, he wants you to get naked, completely.”

“What do I get out of it?”

“Oh, you’re going to get fucked, baby. I mean it. My dick and your pussy, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

Her breathing deepened. His cock was rock hard, and as he pulled his shirt up over his head, he watched as she started to get naked once again.

“And the skirt,” he said.

She wriggled out of the skirt, and he groaned as he saw she hadn’t even bothered with panties, which as far as he was concerned was sexy as fuck.

Pushing his sweatpants down, he wrapped his fingers around his dick. “Sit on the stairs, spread those pretty thighs. I want to see your pussy.”

Lisabeth sat on steps, her legs spread and even from a few feet away he saw how wet and slick she was. He wanted to taste her but first, he wanted to see her play with her sweet pussy.

“Touch yourself,” he said. Coating his cock in his pre-cum, he watched her slide those fingers between her slit, teasing her clit. Running his hands up and down his length, he couldn’t get enough of her touching herself. He wanted to dirty her up, to fill her tight hole with his cum, and to do it all over again.

He didn’t care that Lisabeth was his daughter’s best friend. Right now, she belonged to him, and he intended to get his fill of her, but he knew, deep down, that was never going to happen.

Because he’d never get enough.