cribe how ashamed I feel

th is, I'm so disgusted with myself, and I need proper time to heal from the shame I feel. Doctor Stor

en us might work out, and I've spent all this time pinning for the wrong man. It made

nnounce that Doctor Storm would be joining us for dinner. "He decli

n hour more of sleep to care about him coming over for dinner. But Dad is giving

wn in an ho

, his eyes crinkling. "Did somethin

ng him a death stare. "Dad,

..." he sighs and gestures to the door. "

oo

ut in the kitchen. We're just about to cut the chicken stri

d I share a look. He beams

s h

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is a

me politely to sit next to Doctor Storm, so Amelia won't disturb him so much. Doctor

x? Theresa, pl

wine bottle and pour until D

ays, meeting my eyes for t

his bank job and the crazy shenanigans that go on there. When he reveals how he caught his manager making out aggressively with a security man,

hes the bridg

t essay, Dad." Need a subject change

How'd you d

Good,

make eye contact accidentally, my whole body perks up and warmth pools low in my belly. My breaths come faste

it, t

e him. And it's definitely me that he's been distracted by lately, not some other woman-I'm sure o

ollision course f

he's

giving up on h

ick and aching beneath my shorts. Is this how I normally walk? What do I normally do wi

, he

he den walls. This room is where he keeps all the mint-condition comics and first edition paper

d old stethoscope, I choke back a groan.

Can

e a doctor, pumpkin? So you co

's a heavy silence behind us as Max sets up the movie. "I was a kid, tho

says quietly. I don't turn aroun

Think I still remember this, though. Picked

through the cotton of my father's shirt. Whe

Dr Storm and I sink onto the sofa. As always, Dad rambles on and on about his college days, and the number of girls who swooned over him, while Dr Storm listened

good night and

he second time in a week. Thi

of his mouth slowly. "Abo

eyes before I can help it, and through my peripheral vision, I can tell h

this is happening. He wipes my eyes with his hand, eyes burning, and he's so big. He takes up half the sofa-and all th

n't know what I

u're a legal adult who can decide things for hersel

," I exhale.

so stubborn. Wan

ou to finally admit that th

reath catches as I squirm in his lap, and he tugs the bl

he den goes hazy. He's

s real

. How many times have I pictured this? How many ti

of his cologne. It haunts my dreams. Smells li

rely audible over the movie. But his voice is ragged; his chest heaves. The metal disc of the stethoscope is cool through my thi

s

ullets pop, and upstairs Dad a

feel my heart racing faster, gathering

hs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. He jerks my hips forward by an inch, and my gasp cuts through the a

ths. "I wore it for you." With no pan

e loves this too. I know he does. I know this man better than I know

bo

want me worked up, right? Feral, a

pe, listening to my heart pound as I an

ant to hear

e." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I rid

cle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tens

thick, his eyes so intense, so needy

hand up there, Dr Storm.

in his armchair. We did it; we finally crossed the line and admitted it out loud. Th

s never happened.

nking into myself on his lap. Has he changed his mind already? Did

blanket. The soundtrack blares again from the TV screen. His gaze roams over my face, m

n me... his eyes on me... it

he roughness of his voice makes my nipples press a