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JesseMy dipshit of a son’s new girlfriend is way too fucking beautiful. I can’t take my eyes from her as she laughs and leans into his side. I’ve been trying to stop watching her all night, but I can’t. He doesn’t even look away from his phone, the stupid prick. Where the hell did I go wrong with him?Look at her.She glances up and seems to deflate when she realises he doesn’t care—what an idiot. She’s breathtaking, the most beautiful girl in this room. Hell, any room I’ve ever been in.Her long wavy hair hangs over her sleek, tanned shoulder. Her blue eyes are captivating and melt anyone they settle on. She’s so sweet, so innocent looking. Her lips are full, and her face is all angles and enchanting. Her body…Fuck.She looks like a wet dream.Shit.I want my son’s girlfriend. Badly.Turning away, I toss back my drink and head to the kitchen, rearranging my hard cock in my slacks, and lean against the sink. Get it together, stop thinking about her like that. She’s young enough

KylieThat night, I can’t stop thinking about the man in the next room. Jesse saw us earlier, I know it. My boyfriend’s dad saw us messing around, and fuck, it had me wetter than I’d ever been. I could feel his eyes on me as I fucked his son’s fingers, wishing they were his. Imagining they were.Xavier snores and flips over as I lie on my back, my thighs clenched as I visualise sneaking into the next room and waking his dad with my mouth on his cock. I can’t get him out of my head. It’s been a month since I met him, and every goddamn time I convince myself it’s all in my head, that he’s not that hot. That it was the wine or the food and my reaction wasn’t real.Yet my need for him gets stronger each time.I imagine him fucking me, his arrogant mouth on my pussy. It’s gotten so bad that when Xavier and I fuck, I have him do me from behind so I can pretend it’s his dad’s hands digging into my hips and his breath in my ear as he drives into me. But then it’s over too quickly and I’m lef

JesseTwo Weeks LaterI swear she’s been put here to torture me. I have a strong will, but Kylie? She tests it. Pushes it. Has me wanting to break all the rules and take what I want—her.The worst part? She isn’t even trying.Sitting across from her, I toss back my drink, trying to staunch the fire burning in my stomach and appease my hard cock, which is begging me to throw this board game from the table and fuck her across it instead. Xavier is clueless. He was out about an hour ago, got bored, and sat outside, drinking while on his phone.It’s just her and me.Then she starts playing dirty. I could concede, give in, and walk away, keep things cool, but in the face of her mischievous, knowing, bratty smirk, I find myself going all-in.Her bare foot catches on my leg under the table again, as if on purpose, and her eyes widen innocently as she moves her player.Narrowing my gaze on her in warning, I roll the dice and move before leaning back and watching her. She licks her lips, her

Kylie Two Months Later…I guess I know where it went wrong. It was the moment I met those dark eyes and saw that arrogant smirk. When I realised I wanted his dad more than him. When he spoke beautiful words, which I still repeat in my head, and when I realised he wanted me too.Then, every day since, every innocent touch, smile, laugh, and joke made me forget everything and everyone—including Xavier.That night, with Xavier’s arm across my stomach, I couldn’t sleep, wishing it was someone else’s. So yes, I can understand why and when. It drove a wedge between us, even if Xavier didn’t know why and I don’t speak about it.I didn’t even notice when he started cheating, and honestly if I did, I don’t think I would have cared. He became a chore, someone I felt I had to be with, because he was good, kind, and sweet… But how sweet is a man who can screw another woman while you are in the next room at a party?I didn’t find out that night, no, I found out about two days ago. And honestly, I

KylieI do as I’m told. Wiggling my shoulders, I let the straps fall, exposing my breasts. He groans, his eyes locked on them as I grab the material at my hips and drag it down until it pools at my feet. Stepping free from the glittering fabric, wearing just my heels, I wait as he runs his eyes over me.“I’ve been imagining you naked since the first moment I met you, but it’s nothing compared to the reality. You’re fucking stunning, Angel, too goddamn perfect, too clean for these old, filthy hands. But I don’t care. I tried to be good and let you walk away. Now you’re mine, and I’m going to have you in any goddamn way I want. Do you understand me?” he snarls, moving closer and clutching my chin harshly. “Say yes, Angel.”“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly, putty in his hands. Here, in the club bathrooms, he drops to his knees, and I wobble back as he grips my thighs. “Jesse—what—”He looks up then, his dark eyes meeting mine. He’s so close to my pussy, I can almost feel his breath.“You di