He glances at the clear blue sky and then down at me. “You’re out here mostly naked and you haven’t put on any sunscreen, have you?”

“Um.” My skin heats. “No.”

“Thought so.” He disappears into the house for a few minutes and comes back with a tube of the stuff. Shane stalks at me and makes an impatient motion with his hand. “Sit up.”

I obey, reluctantly removing my hand from my clit. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“You will be if you get burned.” He eyes me and yanks down my cover-up to pool at my waist. “Jesus, baby girl. You aren’t even trying.” Before I can respond, he squirts some...