OFF LIMIT MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD

Guilty Sets In

Mia lingered at the sliding glass door for a moment longer, her silk robe loosely tied around her damp body, lips still tingling from Alexander’s kisses. She glanced back at him one last time. He stood by the edge of the glowing infinity pool, water dripping down his powerful frame, chest rising and falling heavily as he watched her. The conflict in his dark eyes was unmistakable.

She blew him a soft kiss and slipped inside.

The cool air of the villa hit her heated skin as she padded quietly down the hallway toward her bedroom. Lily’s door was firmly closed, no sound coming from inside. Good. Mia closed her own door behind her, locked it, and leaned back against it, heart still racing.

She touched her swollen lips, a dreamy smile spreading across her face. The memory of Alexander’s mouth on hers, his hands gripping her ass in the water, the way he had groaned her name it was everything. But as the adrenaline slowly faded, a new sound reached her ears from outside.

Alexander had come back inside. She heard his bedroom door close with a heavy click, followed by a low, frustrated sigh that carried faintly through the wall separating their rooms.

Mia’s smile faltered slightly. She moved to her bed and sat down, replaying the midnight swim in her head. The passion had been real. The desire undeniable. But now, in the quiet of her room, she could almost feel the weight of what they had done pressing down.

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on her door.

“Mia,” Alexander’s deep voice came through, low and urgent. “Open the door. We need to talk.”

Her pulse quickened. She stood up, still in her bikini and robe, and cracked the door open. Alexander stood there in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. His hair was still damp, and his expression was torn between longing and deep regret.

He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, closing the door quietly behind him. For a moment, he just looked at her, his eyes tracing her body before he forced them back to her face.

“What we did tonight…” he started, voice rough and strained. “That kiss… the way I touched you… it can never happen again, Mia.”

Mia’s stomach dropped, but she kept her chin high. “You don’t mean that. You kissed me back. You wanted it as much as I did.”

Alexander ran both hands through his hair, pacing a small circle in her room. “Of course I wanted it. God help me, I still do. But this is wrong. You’re eighteen. I’m forty-two. You’re my daughter’s best friend practically family. If Lily ever found out…” He shook his head, pain flashing across his face. “I’d lose her. I’d lose everything I’ve built to protect her since her mother died.”

Mia stepped closer, reaching for his hand. “We can be careful. She doesn’t have to know. Not yet.”

He pulled his hand away gently but firmly, though it clearly pained him to do so. “No. I’m supposed to be the adult here. The responsible one. I invited you on this trip to give you a nice vacation, not to… seduce my daughter’s best friend in the middle of the night.” His voice cracked slightly. “I lost control tonight. That can’t happen again. Ever.”

The words hit Mia like cold water, but underneath the sting was a fierce determination. She could see the guilt eating at him, but she also saw the way his eyes still lingered on her lips, on the curve of her breasts beneath the robe.

“Alexander,” she said softly, stepping into his space. “Don’t do this. Don’t pull away now. That kiss was the most real thing I’ve felt in my entire life.”

He cupped her face with one large hand, thumb brushing her cheek with heartbreaking tenderness. “You’re so young, so full of fire. You deserve someone your own age who can give you a normal life. Not a man old enough to be your father carrying a mountain of guilt and complications.”

“I don’t want normal,” Mia whispered fiercely. “I want you. The way you kissed me tonight… the way your hands felt on me… that wasn’t a mistake.”

Alexander leaned his forehead against hers for a long moment, breathing her in. “It has to be. For both our sakes.” He kissed her forehead gently, then stepped back. “Go to sleep, Mia. And please… don’t make this any harder than it already is.”

With that, he slipped out of her room, closing the door softly behind him.

Mia stood there for several seconds, staring at the closed door. Tears pricked at her eyes, not from sadness, but from frustration and raw, aching need. The rejection stung, but it only fueled the fire inside her.

She locked the door again, then walked over to her suitcase. From a hidden compartment, she pulled out a sleek, realistic dildo she had brought on the trip thick, veined, and sized exactly how she imagined Alexander would feel. Her hands trembled slightly with lingering desire and defiance as she set up her phone on the nightstand, propped against a book, camera angled toward the bed.

She hit record.

Mia let the robe fall completely, then slowly untied her bikini top and bottom, letting them drop to the floor. Naked, flushed, and still wet from the pool and her own arousal, she climbed onto the bed.

She looked directly into the camera, her hazel eyes burning with intensity.

“This is what you do to me, Alexander,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Even when you say it can never happen again… I can’t stop wanting you.”

She lay back against the pillows, spreading her legs toward the camera. Her fingers trailed down her body, circling her n*****s before moving lower. She was already soaked. With a soft moan, she picked up the toy, rubbing the thick head against her slick folds.

“Oh f**k…” she breathed, pushing it inside slowly. Her back arched as she took the full length. “Alexander… you feel so good.”

She began moving the toy in and out, steadily at first, then faster, her hips rocking to meet every thrust. Her free hand rubbed her c**t in tight circles.

“God, yes… just like that,” she moaned louder, eyes half-closed but still looking toward the camera. “I want you so deep inside me. f*****g me like you mean it. Like you own me.”

Her breathing grew ragged as pleasure built rapidly. She imagined Alexander’s powerful body above her, his salt-and-pepper hair falling over his forehead, his strong hands pinning her wrists as he drove into her.

“Alexander… don’t stop… please don’t pull away,” she gasped, f*****g herself harder with the toy. The wet sounds filled the room along with her desperate moans. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, thighs trembling as she cried out his name loud enough that she had to bite her lip to muffle it. She kept the toy buried deep inside her through the aftershocks, riding every pulse of pleasure while staring straight into the camera.

When it finally subsided, she lay there panting, skin glistening with sweat. She picked up the phone, still recording, and brought it closer to her face.

“Even if you feel guilty tomorrow,” she whispered breathlessly, lips swollen and eyes dark with satisfaction, “I’m not giving up. This vacation is going to change everything, Alexander Voss. Whether you’re ready or not.”

She stopped the recording, saved the video, and hid it in a secure folder on her phone. A wicked, determined smile curved her lips as she cleaned up and slipped under the sheets.

Guilt might be setting in for him.

But for Mia, the fire had only grown hotter.

She fell asleep with the taste of his kiss still on her lips and the sound of her own moans whispering his name echoing in her mind.

Tomorrow was a new day on this beautiful island.

And she was far from finished fighting for what she wanted.