ALL YOURS, DADDY
The tension had been building for days, a constant, electric hum between us that neither of us could ignore anymore.
Kade stood in the doorway of the bedroom, shirtless, water from the rain still dripping down his powerful body. His muscles were tense, chest rising and falling with barely controlled hunger. The tattoos on his torso seemed to shift in the low light, dark ink covering broad shoulders, carved abs, and the deep V leading down to the massive bulge in his pants.
He looked at me like a man on the edge of breaking.