er's

r. One frozen heartbeat where our eyes locked and the world narrowed to the sound

pped away like she'd been caught in something criminal. The flush that climbed her throat in

, to youth, to the sheer wrongness of the situation. She's eighteen. My son's soon-to-be steps

very flicker, chatting brightly about seating charts, champagne vintages, and the string quartet she'd finally booked. Wells lounged across from her, half-distr

ing invisible, endless patterns through the remnants of

hroat when she swallowed. The faint shadow her lashes cast across her cheeks. The wa

giv

of me while her eyes watered and her hands gripped my thighs. The t

well today?" He glanced up, surprised I'd addressed him di

r level." Veda laughed lightly, touching my forear

e'd been caught listening to something she shouldn't. And then dropped again. Her fingers tightened on her fork until her knuckles paled white against th

he table my thigh tensed rhythmically, remembering the exact second her gaze had landed between my legs that night, how she'

study door stood open, light spilling warm into the corridor, but I didn't go in. My feet

it's who I am. Yet here I stood, heart hammering, seconds from knocking because I couldn't erase the memory of her eyes on my cock, the wa

inch. Just enough. Greer stood in the center of the room, back to me, wireless headphones on, eyes closed. Tiny sleep shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass. Thin ta

cent yet achingly sensual. The way her ass flexed with each slow grind. The subtle bounce of her breas

yes met. She froze mid-motion. Headphones slipped down to hang around her neck. Music leaked out-slo

," she wh

e trembling a

ed to

r me. I should have kept walking but I didn't. She reached for

landed against the front of my slacks. Right o

, startled sound slipped from her throat-not quite a gasp, not quite a moan

ull away. Ne

an through me. Her face stayed pressed to me, nose brushing the hard length,

k of her head. Not pushing. Not pulling. Just resting. Fee

vel. Barely recognizable a

he slightest shift against the bulge, I sucked in air through clenched teeth. She

, then lower. To where her face had just r

she s

ugher than I intended

e sound is loud i

is moving to break the contact. The air between us crackled, thic

of my cock through fabric. I shuddered. Hard. She felt it. Her eyes flicked up ag

see exactly what she'd done. Her tongue darted out, wet her bottom lip in one

ce, barely against

pples peaked visibly ag

poke. Neither o

cept for our breathing, ragg

out that door and never look back. But my hand

d agai

it