Naughty by Frankie Love

She’s too pure.
Too innocent.
Too young.

I crave what I shouldn’t.

Her father is my best friend.
I watched his daughter grow up.
But now she is a woman.
Just barely.
And when she shows up at my house, caught in a snowstorm, she lowers her chin, bites her lip, and drops into a curtsy.

“I will be a good little girl,” she promises.

We both know she’s not that little.
And that she wanted to get caught in this storm.
I’m older and wiser.
I know what this princess needs.
She needs more than a mountain man.
She needs a mountain daddy.