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My best friend's dad I

Author: Abby
last update Huling Na-update: 2026-01-03 13:22:38

I walked into the kitchen at midnight wearing nothing but my tiny shorts and a tight tank. I wasn’t expecting him to be there.

But there he was.

Mr. Carter.

Sitting at the counter, shirtless, tattoos on full display, sipping whiskey like he owned the night. His eyes dropped to my chest the moment I stepped in. He didn’t even try to hide it.

"You always walk around like that when Zoey’s asleep?" he asked, voice deep and slow.

I leaned on the counter, not caring that my nipples were poking through the fabric. "Only when I want to be noticed."

His jaw tightened. His eyes stayed locked on my body.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart."

"Maybe I want to get burned."

He stood up, towering over me. Close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his bare chest. My breath hitched when he reached out, hooked a finger under my tank, and pulled it down just enough to expose my left nipple.

"You know what you're asking for?" he murmured.

I nodded, heart racing. "I want it."

He didn’t waste ti
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