My Best Friend's Father
“Never too early for romance.”
“Don’t you have work?”
“I’m the boss.” He settles me in, climbing behind me. The rose scent relaxes me instantly.
“Did you do this alone?” I ask, leaning against his chest.
“My assistant got the roses and wine.”
“It’s sweet—thank you.” Romance feels odd, new, but it’s from his heart. I turn slightly, kissing him, then settle back. He grabs a sponge, washing my breasts.
“What do you want to do today?” I moan as he soaps me up.