Yes

He looked down at you, lost in your thoughts, and as your eyes met, smiled. A smile that was certainly not a fathers smile to his son. A smile that made you flush, made your heart beat a little bit faster. You quickly looked away, down at your feet, in embarrassment, and were met with the unfamiliar sight of your two firm globes. Without a bra, your nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of your dress.

You could feel him lean down, his breath hot upon your ear as he whispered to you. "I think we have to step up our game a bit if we're to convince them. This firm is pretty old-fashioned, and I think my colleagues are expecting a bit more public affection between me and my hot young date. So I'm going to kiss you."

It wasn't a question, it was more like a statement. Regardless, you whispered back at him; "Yes, daddy." A slip-up, sort of, but whispered so quiet you doubted anyone had heard. Anyway, you were more worried about how you were reacting to your fathers behaviour than how others would react to those words. You felt his hand slide from your waist, first back, a finger teasing the small of your back before stroking up your spine, giving you a slight shiver as his fingers crossed the hem of your dress and touched exposed flesh. His hand found its journey's end at the top of your neck, as he gently but firmly nudged your head backwards and pressed his lips against yours. You found yourself wrapping one arm over his broad, muscular shoulder, steadying yourself against him as his tongue lightly probed your parted lips. The kiss lingered, longer than what seemed necessary to convince his colleagues, but as he broke it off, you found yourself wishing it would have lasted a little longer.

Trying to gather your thoughts, you excused yourself to the toilet.