Suddenly, she looks like the cat that licked the cream. She draws her foot up the bed and drops her knee provocatively. “I can be good, Whit. In fact, I think I can be really good. Ditch the condom, Daddy. I have the implant.” I don’t answer, at least, not immediately. I think my heart might’ve stopped working for a second. Skipped a few beats? Fuck her bare; did I just hear that right?
