It started with a laugh.
Kelsey had been wandering down the hallway in nothing but an oversized T-shirt and cheeky panties when she spotted him. Blake curled up on the couch, headset on, controller in hand, deep in a game.
Her father’s best friend.
Twice her age. Recently divorced. Muscles in all the right places. A voice so smooth it melted her spine.
He was supposed to crash for a few nights while moving out of his ex’s place.
But three weeks later, he was still on the couch. And she was still watching him.
Every night.
From the stairs. From the shadows.
Sometimes crouched behind the kitchen island, hand slowly slipping beneath her panties while he growled into his mic about domination, tactics, and submission.
She imagined his hands on her. His deep voice in her ear.
One night
