“You look flushed. Are you running a fever?”

I swallowed hard, forcing a brittle, strained smile. “Yeah, just... really exhausted from the trip. I think I might be coming down with something.”

His foot pressed higher, right against my slick heat, sending a devastating pulse of pleasure through me that made my spine shudder. Mom just nodded sympathetically and dove right back into her work woes.

“Here, drink this,” Henry said, casually sliding a glass of cold milk across the table toward me. “It will help you feel better.”

His golden-brown eyes were dark, leering, and entirely knowing.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I murmured softly.

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