My Sister’s Best Friend; Age Gap Seduction
He backed slightly into the edge of his bed, grabbing her waist instinctively, heat surging through him like wildfire.
She climbed onto his lap without breaking the kiss, her hips grinding softly against his. His breath hitched, hands tangled in her shirt, lifting it slightly. Her body was warm and soft, intoxicating.
He pulled back abruptly. “Wait—wait.”
Ada blinked, breathless. “What?”
He exhaled, trying to calm his racing pulse. “We’re literally in my mom’s house. My sister could walk in. Or worse, my mom.”
Ada arched a brow, still perched on him, not making any move to stop. “Then lock the door better,” she said, lips brushing his neck.