Your dad is mine
His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly.
His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes.
“Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need.
I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.”
He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head,
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