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I place the SUV in park and fight the groan desperate to erupt from me when she lifts her head and bats her lashes. Her eyes are hooded and full of longing, and my cock twitches.

Jesus, don’t go there, Jensen.

Instead, I opt for another tactic. “You look all sleepy.” I chuckle.

She pats the back of her hair. “Is my hair still wet? I bet it’s messy.”

“No baby, it’s fine.” More than fine. Perfect.

I unclip my seatbelt, then lean forward to pull my T-shirt over my head. She watches on, and a thrill zips up my spine when her hungry eyes assess my abs.

“Put my T-shirt on. I don’t want anyone looking at your tits.”

Her mouth falls open, and I have the urge to push my thumb between her stunned lips, in and out of her mouth as I command her to suck me hard.

She glances down at her chest, and her nipples are peaked, her tits straining against the cropped gym top she wears. Holy fuck, she’s not only stunningly beautiful, she’s hot. Very hot. Another realization I hadn’t had until now.

“But I always go to the gym like this,” she says.

I clench my jaw to the point of pain. “Not anymore.” I want to tell her Daddy is home now to care for her, but I relent.

She snaps her mouth shut and covers herself with my T-shirt, and my chest swells with pride in my ownership and her compliance.

“You’re being ridiculous.” She shakes her head, but a small smile plays on her lips. “I’m going to go and find Fern.”

I nod as she gets out of the SUV and slams the door behind her. My eyes lock onto her tight little ass, and I want to shout at her to pull the T-shirt down but decide to leave it.

Truth be told, I have no clue what’s come over me, so there’s no way I’m going to be able to explain it further.

A tap on the window startles me, and I mentally chastise myself for being so dumb and letting my guard down. Zane smirks at me, and I push open the door and climb out.

“Didn’t think you could make it?” He grins.

I ignore his question. “Is Fern here?”

“Yeah, why?” He scans me, and his face twists. “Why the hell are you shirtless?”

“I gave Immie my T-shirt.” I point toward the house. “Her tits were hanging out. I didn’t want to give Sal a heart attack.”

Zane throws his head back with an obnoxious chuckle. “Sure, you keep telling yourself that.” He slaps me on the back, and I decide not to delve deeper into his words, then stride ahead to the open front door. Squeals from Immie and Fern come from upstairs.

Thank fuck, she’s actually here.

“I think you should go and grab a T-shirt. I’m sure Massio left some in his old room,” Zane says from behind me, and I make a noncommittal hum in my throat and bypass Sal’s office to dig out one of Massio’s T-shirts. He’s the only other member of our family with my physique—broad shoulders and even bigger muscles.

“So did you and Brett make out?”

My feet come to a standstill outside Fern’s bedroom door. My heart hammers, my pulse rushes, and I think I’m having some sort of out-of-body experience.

“I’m meeting him later for pizza,” Immie replies. What the fuck? Wait, did she even respond to Fern’s question?

Has she been making out with the little punk?

And what exactly constitutes making out these days?

“He’s so hot!” Fern declares, and I wince.

So hot? I bet the punk barely has pubes, let alone any muscles.