Victoria crept from one side of the bed to the other. Conrad was still asleep and she knew he wasn't a very sound sleeper and she didn't want to wake him. She was hoping to slip quietly back to her room and pretend last night hadn't happened. The problem was that she couldn't find her panties. She was certain that Conrad would hold them over her head and torment her about last night but more than that she worried that one of their staff members would find them while cleaning.

She hadn't meant for it to happen. She was mortified by her actions. She could usually clear her conscience by blaming Conrad but this time he was innocent. It was all her. It was bad enough that she came into his bedroom last night. Although she was scared from all those stupid movies, she knew what she was doing. She came into his room because she wanted him.

The first time should have been enough. She should have been satisfied. But she was insatiable. Every time she dozed off she awoke craving him. Conrad seemed to read her mind, always aware of exactly what she wanted. She didn't even know how many times she let it happen. It was like they were making up for lost time. He was soft and tender one time. The next time he was rough, pulling her hair and giving orders. And yet it wasn't enough for her. She wanted more. More than once she opened herself up to him, letting him taste her. He more than complied, grabbing her hips and pushing himself deeper into her, eager to please. He even let her take charge, straddling him and pinning his hands at his side.

"What on Earth are you doing?" Conrad said, making her jump. As hurt as he was to see her leaving, he kind of enjoyed seeing her so spooked. Her brown eyes were like saucers and she was frozen in place.

"Looking for these?" He said, holding up the panties.

Victoria ignored the blush that spread across her face. She held out her hand, expecting Conrad to comply. She hated that despite everything, her entire body ached for him.

Conrad got out of bed, approaching her. He let his hand slide up her thigh. He felt her tense up but she didn't move. He decided to consider it progress.

"It's very sexy to think that there's nothing under here," he purred, moving his hand so far under her nightgown that she gasped. She made several attempts to speak, but instead of words she could only muster a few ragged breaths. Conrad lifted her up, pinning her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him and craned her neck to give him more access.

"Dad, I need-" Charlotte yelled barging in the room. Her eyes got big and her jaw hit the floor at the sight in front of her.

"Char-" Conrad started, letting Victoria down quickly.

"Just forget it. I need to go. Like, far away..." Charlotte said, spinning on her heels and racing off.

Conrad let out a heavy sigh. He loved his daughter but was glad to see her go. However, when he turned around he caught a glimpse of Victoria taking back her panties.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't... I can't... We can't..."

Conrad wanted to stop her. He wanted to throw her down on the bed and keep her there all day. He wanted to hold her tight and never let her go. But instead, he kissed her forehead and told her that he understood.