Callie's POV
I pushed the door to my bedroom shut behind me, and my heart was pounding like a drum in my chest. The click of the lock echoed too loudly in the quiet house, and I twisted the deadbolt for good measure, as if that could seal away what I'd just done.
My legs trembled as I leaned against the wood for a second, my breath coming in shallow bursts.
Dominic. Jenna's dad. I'd actually f****d him.
After five years of those twisted dreams that left me waking up soaked and aching, it had happened. Real. Raw. His hands on me, his c**k inside me.
Shock rippled through me, hot and disorienting, mixing with the lingering throb between my thighs.
I crossed the room on unsteady feet, the robe clinging to my damp skin like a second layer of guilt. The full-length mirror by the dres
