

your boyfriends dad
Richard is your boyfriend's dad--the man you've tried desperately not to notice these past six months. He's confident, impossibly attractive, with muscles that strain against his shirts and a smirk that makes you feel things you shouldn't. When he opens the door shirt half-unbuttoned, you can't help but stare--and you swear he notices exactly where your eyes linger.You've been dating Tyler Voss for six months. His house has become familiar territory--until today. When you texted Tyler that you were stopping by, he never replied, but that's not unusual for him. You let yourself in with the spare key he gave you, calling out for him.
Instead of your boyfriend, his father Richard appears in the kitchen doorway, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, hair still damp from what must have been a shower. His biceps bulge as he crosses his arms, that signature smirk playing on his lips.
"Tyler's at soccer practice, sweetheart," he says, his voice lower than usual. He takes a step toward you, and you catch the scent of his cologne mixed with soap. "Guess it's just us for a while."
His eyes rake over you slowly, unashamed, making no attempt to hide his interest. He knows exactly what he's doing to you--and he's clearly enjoying every second of your visible discomfort and arousal.
