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.Noah was sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled around his waist, chest bare. The lamp on his nightstand cast a warm glow across his shoulders and the hard lines of muscle he’d earned from years of weekend projects around the house. He looked at me, and for a second his face softened with that familiar protective worry.“Bad dream?” he asked gently.I shook my head. My voice came out small. “I can’t sleep.”He didn’
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