Don entered his house, tossed his keys in the bowl by the door, and yelled, “Elizabeth, I’m home!”
He took off his coat and tossed it on the armchair in the living room. He loosened his tie, and picked up the pile of mail on the side table.
“Daddy?” Beth called from down the hall.
“Yes, Princess?” He didn’t look up, as he was flipping through the envelopes.
“I’m SO glad you’re home.” She walked up behind him, and placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Me too, sweetheart,” Don replied, still flipping.
“So… no kiss for me?”
Don tore himself away from the stack of mail, and turned to smile at his loving daughter.
She was dressed in one of his light blue Oxford shirts, completely unbuttoned, white ankle socks, and literally nothing else. Don dropped the mail and grabbed her.
Beth squealed as he took her in his arms, then lifted her face to his. “Welcome home, Daddy.” Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck, and their lips met in a lover’s kiss, intimate and caring, growing in passion, mouths open, giving each other little licks and nibbles, their tongues dueling as they hugged each other tighter still.