A Forbidden Taste with My Stepfather (Steamy Short Stories)
Sweat had darkened the fabric across his chest and stomach, outlining the tight, stacked ridges of his abs in perfect, obscene detail.
I dropped my gaze fast, cheeks burning, forcing myself not to look any lower.
I hated admitting it, but this perfect, gentleman of a man was my stepfather.
He married my mom when I was eight, and back then I decided he was the best man in the world—tall, handsome, impossibly kind. He stepped up and quietly filled in every crack where a real dad should have been.