Chris focus was already on the tiny, pajama-clad girl standing at the top of the stairs, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
“Lucy.” “What are you doing here?”
Vivian tried to act calm even though she was soaked, Her dress was still riding up her thighs, her lips were swollen, her thighs were still slick from how wrecked she already was.
And now?
She was standing there, looking absolutely sinful in front of his daughter.
Fucking hell.
Lucy yawned, her arms stretching as she blinked down at them.
“The trip got canceled,” she grumbled, looking completely unfazed. “Something about the weather being bad or whatever. Grandma dropped me off earlier.”
Christopher’s jaw flexed, his muscles ticking.
“She didn’t text me.”
Lucy shrugged. “I think she said something about being late for a flight, but
