I froze the moment I saw my father-in-law inside my bedroom. He was shirtless, casually rubbing balm on his back. I was wrapped in nothing but a towel, still damp from the shower. But somehow, I let it happen—I helped him, trembling as I spread the ointment on his muscled back. My hands were shaking, and I rushed through it, desperate for him to leave before I did something we’d both regret.
But then he said something that made me stop dead in my tracks.
I swallowed hard. My heart was pounding, thundering in my chest. Heat flooded through me—my skin tingled, my thighs pressed together instinctively, already reacting. I was wet. God, I was soaking. I didn’t even get this kind of response from my own husband.
I was tempted. So tempted.
But my husband had only just left this morning. And
