My Best Friend Father's Omega
"I heard you."
Something moved across his expression but he let it go. "Come here," he said, pulled me in and kissed me.
I kissed him because I knew how to.
But my mind wandered, like it always did. I thought of Rafael, whose voice alone could make me wet.
I imagined his hands, rougher than Tristan's, his mouth hot and hungry, the way he'd look at me in my dreams, like he wanted to eat me whole, and just like that, my body reacted. A slow heat pooled between my thighs, my nipples tightened against the thin fabric of my tank top. I bit my lip to silence a moan, my hips rolling instinctively against Tristan's.
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