I always thought my boyfriend was cute, but let’s be real— painfully average. That illusion shattered the day I dropped by unannounced and caught his dad lounging in nothing but tight gym shorts. Fresh from a workout, his muscular frame was dripping with sweat, and through the thin fabric, I could see the thick, commanding outline of something that made my jaw drop and my core ignite with heat.
My boyfriend was in the shower, oblivious, while his dad sprawled on the couch, a cold beer in hand, looking like a damn predator. I couldn’t resist—I “accidentally” dropped my phone, bending over just enough for my skirt to ride up, giving him a full view. I took my sweet time standing back up, feeling his intense, hungry gaze burning into me. Those dark, wolfish eyes didn’t flinch.
Later that night, my boyfriend passed out early, the lightweight. I slipped into my sluttiest lingerie, barely covering anything, and strutted to the kitchen where his dad was nursing a glass of whiskey.
“Can’t sleep?” His voice rumbled, deep and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine.
I stepped closer, brushing my thigh against his knee on purpose.
“Maybe you can help me with that,” I purred, dragging a finger down his chest, teasing the beast I knew was lurking underneath.
His hand shot out, gripping me with raw, unapologetic force… Want to know what happened next?
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