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“I just don’t want you…” Vincent paused, sighing deeply as he set his fork down with a deliberate clink. “I don’t want both of you to be distracted.” “Ohh, Luca is actually very brilliant. One of the few things I like about him,” Stella responded, her voice light and teasing. She placed her hand on my thigh under the table, fingers spreading warm across the denim as she flashed me a gorgeous smile that made heat pool low in my stomach. Her dad groaned in disapproval, the sound rumbling from his chest. Stella kept being incredibly touchy. While I tried to avoid meeting her father’s heavy gaze, her hand moved with sneaky intent beneath the tablecloth. Her palm slid slowly up and down my thigh, fingertips pressing just enough to send sparks racing across my skin. Each stroke crept a little higher, brushing the inner seam of my jeans, then retreating again in a maddening rhythm. My breath hitched. She was starting to unravel me, and it didn’t help that her dad sat directly across, his

“Stella, we can’t…”I tried to pry her hands off my neck as she continued pressing hot, insistent kisses along my jaw and down my throat, sucking hard enough to leave blooming hickeys that would be impossible to hide tomorrow. Her body was warm and soft, pressed flush against mine under the thin sheets of the guest room bed. “But I want you,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. She snuggled even closer, one leg sliding over my hip, her breasts brushing my chest as she nipped at my earlobe. As much as my body screamed for her—cock already half-hard from her teasing—all I could see in my mind was her father’s hard, piercing stare from earlier that evening. Vincent. The man whose house we were staying in for the next week or two. She needs to stop tempting me. As if it wasn’t foolish enough, I had blurted out that stupid line during dinner: “Does doing her father count as manly?” The moment the words left my mouth, Vincent had looked at me like I’d lost my goddamn mind, his s

I sat awkwardly beside him on the couch he’d just been using to stroke himself. The air still smelled faintly of sex. I’d caught a brief, clear glimpse of his cock before he tucked it away and killed the television—long, thick, flushed dark, still heavy against his thigh. The image burned behind my eyes. Weird didn’t even cover it. Weird and hot, and the combination left me restless in my own skin.We sat in silence for a stretch. The only sound was his breathing, slower now but still deeper than normal, like he hadn’t fully come down yet.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked. His voice was low, careful, clearly trying to ease the thick awkwardness between us.“Yes.”“What do you usually do when you can’t sleep?”I met his gaze. For a second too long my eyes dropped to his mouth before I forced them back up.“Jerk off,” I answered honestly. “Edge myself until I’m worn out.”His eyes darkened. He looked away and swallowed hard, the muscle in his throat working once.“I assume you do the same,”