All Chapters of In Love With My Son's Best Friend: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JUNE’S POVThe words I had overheard through that cracked office door did not just wound me. They burned away every last bit of restraint I had been holding onto, like something inside me finally snapped free. Karen. Another number. Give me until the weekend.I had been carrying my own mistake like this heavy thing right under my ribs for days, convinced I was the one who had shattered whatever was left of us. But Franklin had been splitting himself in two long before Luca ever kissed me, before I let it happen.I still remember how he cried and pleaded, begging to be given another chance and how he promised to fire Karen the next day but all of it was a lie.All that guilt I had been nursing did not fade away bit by bit. It just vanished, gone in a heartbeat, and what rushed in was this raw, urgent hunger, the kind that felt like surfacing after holding my breath for years.I stopped sleeping in the guest room to punish myself. Now I chose it because I needed space from him, from Fra

JUNE’S POVHe pushed into me slowly, that one long glide that filled me completely, his thickness stretching me wide until my breath caught and shattered against the curve of his shoulder. I sank my teeth into his shirt, hard enough to feel the muscle beneath, holding back the sound that wanted to rip out of my throat.Cotton and the faint salt of his skin filled my mouth, grounding me even as everything else spun. He did not pause, did not give me time to adjust. He simply drew back and drove in again, deeper, starting a rhythm that felt relentless, the car shifting under us with each motion, the hood warming against my back. My skin stuck slightly to the metal where sweat had already gathered.Outside, the world went on like nothing was happening. A lawnmower hummed steadily somewhere down the street, and children’s laughter drifted in faint waves. But here, in this dim garage, everything narrowed to the heat where our bodies met, the slick slide when he pulled out, the soft, wet so

LUCA’S POVI woke up with my body still thrumming from the night before, every muscle loose and sore in that deep, satisfying way, like June's presence had settled into my skin and refused to leave.The memory kept replaying: her lowering herself onto me inch by inch on the couch, the creak of the cushions under our weight, her thighs quivering as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles that pulled me deeper each time. Franklin had been right there in the next room, ice rattling in his glass, completely unaware.I had lain awake half the night staring at the dark ceiling, feeling the echo of how she had clenched around me when his footsteps echoed down the hall, her body tightening in a rush of fear and raw hunger, gripping me so hard I had to press my teeth into my cheek to keep from groaning out loud.She was coming apart at the seams, and somehow I was the thread she kept wrapping tighter around herself.Adrian knocked sharply on the door at seven. "Going for a run. You wan

JUNE’S POVFranklin was gone. Not just to the office. Probably not coming back tonight as well. Maybe not ever. And that thought should have hollowed me out, but instead it left me feeling relieved and breathless, like I had stepped to the edge of a dive and felt the wind rush up, cool and insistent against my skin.I stood there, eyes on the table. His plate with bites missing, fork laid across it. Those dark circles from his mug on the marble countertop. All these small traces of a marriage that had been unraveling for longer than I wanted to admit, long before Luca showed up and made everything feel possible again.Then his arms slid around me from behind, familiar now, strong without trying to be. Luca’s chest met my back, solid and warm, his chin finding its place on my shoulder. He did not say anything at first. Just held me, like he knew I might need the anchor, even though my hands stayed steady on the counter’s edge.His breath moved slow against my neck, stirring those fine

FRANKLIN’S POVI backed the car out of the garage too fast that morning. My tires chirped against the concrete. The door rumbled shut behind me, and I just sat there for a moment, engine idling, staring at the house. It looked like it belonged to someone else.My hands were tight on the wheel, knuckles pale. I could still hear her voice in my head. Quiet, and calm, and lethal. “With Karen?”Goddamn it.I shifted into drive and pulled away. The street was quiet and cold in that early gray light. I didn’t turn on the radio. I didn’t want music or talk shows. Just the low hum of the engine and my own thoughts, chewing me up from the inside.How much had she heard? That was the real question, looping over and over. Last week, I’d been in the study with the door closed, my voice low. I told Karen to hold off until the weekend, that June was on edge about the Chicago trip. The week before that, I’d taken the call in the garage, the burner phone tucked in my gym bag. I thought I’d been caref