Julian let out a low, dark chuckle. He stopped right in front of her and looked down at his beautiful daughter with pure hunger in his gaze. The silk of his nightwear did nothing to hide how hard he had become.
"Do you think your father is sane?" he asked, his voice dropping into that deep, seductive register that always made her shiver. "And besides… what can a father do when his daughter is this hot?"
Seraphine's lips parted slightly and a soft exhale escaped her as his words washed over her. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs slowly, deliberately letting the slit of her gown fall open even further. The movement was pure temptation, revealing more of her smooth skin all the way up to the curve of her hip
"You're impossible," she whispered, though the way her chest rose and fell faster betrayed her growing arousal. "Looking at your own daughter like that… wanting to touch her. What kind of man does that make you, Father?"
