Seducing My Best friend's Dad

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Monero ‘s POV

“Let's clean up.” She muttered, “Anne would be home any second.”

I said nothing, allowing her lead the way as I observed her curve. I still wasn't satisfied, I surely wanted to grab her from behind and thrust into her. But everything had to be done gradually, I was surely going to wait till she was ready.

I entered the shower first, the hot water beat down on my shoulders, steam already thickening the air in the bathroom as Sophie stepped in behind me. Her skin glistened from the earlier mess we’d made on the sheets—sweat, her, me, all of it still clinging to us. She reached past me to adjust the temperature, fingers brushing my side, and gave a small, tired laugh.

“We’re disgusting,” she murmured, voice husky from everything we’d just done. “Come on, let’s actually get clean this time.”

I turned, catching her by the waist, pulling her under the spray with me. She didn’t resist. Her breasts pressed against my chest as the water sluiced between us, washing away the evidence of the last hour. For a minute we just stood there, breathing each other in, the sound of water drumming on tile louder than our heartbeats.

Then her hands slid down my back, nails dragging lightly, and I felt myself stirring again—impossibly, after everything. She felt it too. Her lips curved against my throat.

“Already?” she teased, but there was no mockery in it, only heat.

I didn’t answer with words. I turned her around instead, hands on her hips, guiding her until her palms flattened against the wet tiles. She arched her back instinctively, ass tilting up toward me, water streaming down the elegant line of her spine. f**k, the sight of her like that—bent over, legs slightly parted, dark hair plastered to her shoulders hit me harder than it should have.

I pressed against her from behind, sliding between her thighs first, teasing, letting the head of my c**k nudge her entrance without pushing in yet. She whimpered, pushing back, impatient.

“Please,” she breathed. “Don’t make me wait.”

I didn’t. One slow, deliberate thrust and I was buried inside her again, the heat of her gripping me so tightly my vision blurred for a second. The water made everything slicker, louder—every slide of skin on skin echoed off the walls. I set a steady rhythm, deeper than before, hands locked on her hips to keep her exactly where I wanted her.

Sophie moaned, low and broken, forehead resting against her forearms on the tile. “God… yes… right there…”

I leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, rolling the n****e between my fingers while the other slipped between her legs. My fingers found her c**t, swollen and sensitive, and I circled it in time with my thrusts. She jerked, inner muscles fluttering around me.

“f**k, Sophie,” I growled against her ear. “You feel so good like this.”

She pushed back harder, meeting every stroke. “Harder,” she gasped. “I want to feel you till you until tomorrow.”

I gave her what she asked for, faster, rougher, the wet slap of our bodies loud even over the shower. Her moans turned into sharp cries, fingers scrabbling at the tiles for purchase. I could feel her tightening, coiling, right on the edge.

“Come for me,” I ordered, voice rough. “Let me feel it.”

That did it. She shattered with a choked cry, walls pulsing around me so hard it dragged me over with her. I buried myself deep and held there, pulsing inside her as the orgasm ripped through both of us, water still pouring over our joined bodies.

We stayed locked together for long seconds, panting, until I finally eased out and turned her to face me again. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy, lips swollen. She looked wrecked in the best way.

She rested her forehead against my chest, breathing hard. “How… how are we supposed to keep doing this?” she asked quietly. “She’s my best friend. If she ever finds out…”

The guilt I’d managed to shove down earlier came roaring back, but it didn’t stop the part of me that still wanted more—still wanted her.

I tipped her chin up so she had to meet my eyes. “We keep doing it,” I said, voice low. “But we do it carefully. No phones, no texts that can be found, no slipping up around the house when she’s home. She never knows. Not ever.”

Sophie searched my face for a long moment, then gave a small, almost reluctant nod.

“Okay,” she whispered. “But if she ever suspects anything…”

“She won’t,” I said, more certainty in my voice than I felt. “We’ll be smart about it.”

She didn’t argue. Instead she rose on her toes and kissed me—slow this time, softer, like she was sealing the agreement between us.

When we finally pulled apart, she reached for the body wash, squirting some into her palm and sliding her hands over my chest, washing away the last traces of what we’d done.

“I love you so much, Sophie. I've always loved you.” I confessed and this was not because of the hot s*x I had just gotten, I truly loved her.

“I love you too, Monero. We would certainly work this out.” She assured and planted a kiss on my cheek. I smiled at her while she washed her body.

“Don't just stand there admiring me, we have to be fast. What if she sees us here?” she asked

“She won't, Anne takes a lot of time.”

“Let's just not take chancez.” She looked sad and I felt guilty, what was the harm in listening to her?

Just as I was about to clean up myself, the doorbell rang. It was so loud that one couldn't even ignore the sound. Sophie looked scared, I was scared too. What if it was Anne? What was I saying? It was definitely Anne, I was a private and

quiet person.

“Anne has keys to the house, Sophie.” I whispered,