I couldn’t stay away.

After he walked out of the living room, I sat on the couch for what felt like forever, my body still buzzing from the kiss, my pussy aching and wet, my nipples tight against the thin fabric of my sundress. The guilt was crushing — he was my best friend’s father, the man who had been a steady, protective presence in my life for years. But the need was stronger. It pulsed between my legs like a second heartbeat, making my thighs press together uselessly.

I got up and walked down the hallway to his room.

The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open quietly....