Taking Care of Daddy
by Marie James
I loved my father like nobody’s business. I loved his lean swimmer’s body with washboard abs and his sexy salt and pepper hair. He was only thirty-six years old, so he was still really hot. After Mom died, it was just the two of us against the world, and I realized I’d taken her place. And I saw my dad as a very sexy man, not just my father, and I wanted him.