Depends on how you define 'any' and 'sex'

Rick couldn't see any way out of it. He led Nicki into one of the guest bedrooms and lay on the bed.

"You aren't going to get naked?"

"No."

"My dad always gets naked."

"Your dad is a fucking pervert." Again, he recognized he should be more tolerant but he'd had a tough day in a tough week in a tough month.

"I guess he is." Which didn't stop Nicki from stripping down.

Despite himself, Rick watched. Not out of prurient interest but out of curiosity about how far her father had taken the bio-DNA.

It turned out he'd taken it a long way. Nicki still had boobs... thanks to the implants he'd bought her. But her waist was practically gone, her butt had shrunk and it didn't look like she needed to shave her pubes any more. Her face had filled out with baby fat. Rick got why guys found eighteen year-old girls to be hot. Twelve-year-olds, not so much.

"I know you're giving up banging those other women out there," Nicki whispered in what she probably thought was a sexy voice but was actually a voice that made him think of a child. "You can do me. I'm still eighteen, you know."

"Mentally I know that. Physically, I don't. I was brought up to protect young girls, not fuck them. Sorry, Nicki."

Tears filled her eyes. "I can blow you. You can close your eyes and pretend it's my mom if you want. My dad told me he would do that when my mom was sucking him off... close his eyes and pretend it was me."

Her or Misty or one of who knew how many other young women he'd seduced over the years. Now that he thought about it, he wondered how many of Dan's supposed business trips to Thailand had actually been about business and how many had been to snag underage virgin snatch.

"That isn't happening," Rick explained.

"But you can cuddle me, can't you? And once you get me adjusted back, I'll blow you then to pay you back."

He sighed. That sounded like a very bad idea... the kind of idea that just might get him arrested if Tiffany decided she'd made a mistake on him which she might just do now that he wasn't distracting her with erotic massage. "Payback is not necessary, Nicki. But I'm okay with just hugging. If you get... frisky, I'll have to move to a different bed."

"I'll be good until I get back to normal," she promised.

Despite having a willing eighteen-year-old girl in his arms and having gone hours since he'd had sex, Rick was asleep in a few minutes. It felt good, protective, holding a young girl in his arms, one who was beset by the world, who'd lost her mother and who'd lost her father years before although she hadn't known it until now.

He awoke hours later in pitch darkness with the sensation of a cool hand on his dick.

"Nicki. Don't--"

"Shhh. Don't wake her." It was hard to identify the voice from the whisper but it clearly wasn't Nicki.

"What--"

"Shhh. You're a good man. I decided you deserved a little reward."

"But Nicki--"

"Is asleep. And besides it's not anything she's never seen before."

At which point the mysterious voice stopped talking and started sucking.