<h2>Chapter 1: Morning Heat</h2><p>The sun hadn’t even fully risen when Lila heard the familiar creak of her bedroom door. She rolled over, her dark hair spilling across the pillow, a smirk already playing on her lips. At eighteen, she was no innocent, and she knew exactly what was coming. Her father, Marcus, stood in the doorway, his broad frame silhouetted against the dim hallway light. His eyes, hungry and unapologetic, raked over her barely covered body.</p><p>'Rise and shine, princess,' Marcus drawled, his voice low and rough, dripping with intent. 'You’ve got school in an hour, but we’ve got business first.'</p><p>Lila stretched languidly, her tank top riding up to reveal the smooth curve of her stomach. 'Business, huh? Is that what you’re calling it now, Daddy?' Her tone was sharp, teasing, a challenge wrapped in silk. She wasn’t some shrinking violet; she played this game as well as he did, maybe better. 'Better make it quick. I’ve got a math test to ace.'</p><p>Marcus chuckled, stepping closer, his presence filling the room. 'Oh, I’ll make it quick. But you know I don’t do half-assed.' He tugged off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, and Lila’s eyes glinted with appreciation. She wasn’t just along for the ride—she wanted this as much as he did.</p><p>'Half-assed? That’s rich coming from you,' she shot back, sitting up and letting the blanket fall away. Her shorts clung to her hips, and she knew the effect it had on him. 'Last night, you were all talk and no action after dinner. I had to finish myself off.'</p><p>His jaw tightened, a flash of heat in his gaze. 'Is that so? Well, let’s see if I can redeem myself.' He crossed the room in two strides, his hands already reaching for her. Lila didn’t flinch; instead, she met him halfway, her fingers curling into his belt loops as she pulled him closer.</p><p>'You’d better,' she purred, her voice a dangerous whisper. 'I’m not in the mood for disappointment.'</p><p>Their banter was a dance, sharp and electric, as their bodies pressed together. Marcus’s hands slid under her tank top, his rough palms grazing her skin, while Lila’s nails dug into his back, urging him on. The air between them crackled, heavy with unspoken rules and forbidden desire. She could feel him, already hard against her thigh, and a wicked grin curved her lips.</p><p>'Damn, Daddy, you’re not wasting time,' she teased, her breath hitching as his fingers dipped lower, brushing the edge of her shorts. 'What’s got you so horny this early?'</p><p>'You, always you,' he growled, his voice thick with need. He yanked her shorts down in one swift motion, exposing her, and Lila let out a low, taunting laugh.</p><p>'Flattery won’t get you everywhere,' she said, but her body betrayed her words, already wet and ready. She pushed him back just enough to climb on top, straddling his hips with a confidence that made his eyes darken. 'But it’s a start.'</p><p>Their mouths crashed together, a battle of tongues and teeth, as hands roamed with desperate urgency. Lila ground against him, feeling the heat of his cock through his jeans, and Marcus groaned, his grip tightening on her ass. The room was already filling with the sounds of their panting, the tension building to a breaking point. She wasn’t just taking this—she was owning it, every move deliberate, every word a weapon.</p><p>As she reached for his zipper, her eyes locked with his, a challenge sparking in their depths. 'Let’s see if you can keep up,' she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. The morning was just beginning, and they were about to ignite.</p>
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