Pregnant With My Alpha Father-In-Law’s Baby
I whispered, looking up at the cigar between his fingers.
He turned around slowly in my arms, his silver eyes trailing down my damp, naked body before rising back to my face. Without a word, he lifted the cigar and held it to my lips. As I leaned in, my lips brushed the tip, tasting the lingering, intoxicating wetness of his mouth. The intimacy of it made my core throb again.
I took a deep drag.
Instantly, the harsh, heavy smoke hit the back of my throat. I broke apart from him, coughing violently, my chest heaving as the smoke burned my unaccustomed lungs.