Chapter 3

"Mmm… cough, cough…" A soft moan slipped from Chloe's lips, quickly disguised as a cough to mask her own pleasure.

I stole a glance at her profile. Her cheeks burned bright red.

Then I felt a sudden dampness below. My eyes widened. Was she really that sensitive? Just from being pressed against me, she was already wet?

Thankfully, the ride wasn't long. Ten minutes and we arrived. She hurried off the bike. When I climbed off after her, I noticed the front of my pants was soaked through—like I'd peed myself.

I pretended not to notice. But then she flushed with embarrassment. "Mr. Edison, maybe I can get you something to change into."

She handed me a pair of my son's pants. I headed to the bathroom to shower and change.

Standing under the spray, I started washing myself, but my mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened that day. Her pale, slender legs. Her proud, full breasts.

Soon, I realized I was getting hard again.

Just as my thoughts began to run wild, the bathroom door swung open.

She had changed into a nearly transparent, three-point sexy lingerie set. The deep V-neckline showed off a generous cleavage. Leaning against the doorframe, she gazed at me with hungry eyes.

"Mr. Edison, I'm the one who got you all wet earlier. Let me help you wash."

"What? You… help me wash?"

I noticed her eyes fixed greedily on my thick shaft. Flustered, I tried to cover myself.

But she was already stepping inside.

"Mr. Edison… don't tell me you're shy?"

"Sweetheart, this isn't right."

She was acting so strange today. So bold. Truth be told, I'd wanted to tear her clothes off eight hundred times by now. But I just couldn't bring myself to take that step.

She came toward me with a seductive smile, though her eyes never left my hardness. She was literally drooling. Then her foot slipped on the wet floor. With a yelp, she fell straight into my arms.

Her full 36D chest pressed against mine—soft, smooth, exquisite. Blood rushed through my veins. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in them…

Suddenly, a man's angry shout came from downstairs. "Damn it! Someone die up there? Anybody home?"

The moving van driver had arrived.

Panicked, I pushed her away. "I'll, uh… I'll go get the luggage."

Then I grabbed my clothes in a hurry, bolted out of the bathroom, threw them on, and ran downstairs.

By the time I finished unloading, she had changed back into regular clothes and come down.

She acted perfectly normal, as if nothing had happened at all.

Over the next few days, my son asked me to help with furniture shopping a few more times. But there was no more physical contact with his fiancée. And she no longer tempted me like before.

I let it go. Figured she was just testing my character after all. Made sense—why would a future daughter-in-law actually seduce her future father-in-law?

Just as I was starting to forget the whole thing, she called me one day. Her mother and older sister had come to visit. They wanted to play cards and needed a fourth player.

I didn't think twice. I agreed.

Since my son and his fiancée had rushed into their engagement, they'd skipped a lot of formalities. I'd only met her uncle. Never her mother or older sister.

I'll admit, I felt a little curious.

When I arrived, I realized every woman in this family was drop-dead gorgeous.

Chloe's mother's name was Susan Williams. She looked to be in her forties, but she'd kept herself in incredible shape—curves in all the right places. Her breasts were even bigger than Chloe's. The high-slit dress she wore today gave her an air of refined elegance.

Then there was Chloe's older sister, Ariana Cyrus. White blouse up top, pencil skirt below, glasses on her face. The kind of woman who looks prim and proper on the surface but screams "wild in the sheets" underneath.

Sitting down to play cards with three sex bombs dressed like this, I felt like I'd hit the jackpot.

"Carson," Susan said, her eyes gleaming as she looked me up and down, "you look so strong. I imagine you have quite an appetite down there. How do you usually take care of yourself?"