SARAH.

I froze with my fingers still buried inside me.

The bedroom door was open just enough for the hallway light to spill across my bed. Dad — no, *Michael* — stood there in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, staring.

My legs were spread wide under the covers that had slipped down to my waist. My tank top was pushed up over my tits. Two fingers deep in my soaked pussy. And his name had just slipped out of my mouth like a moan.

“Michael…”

He didn’t move at first. Just watched me with those dark eyes, jaw tight. The silence stretched so long I thought I...