James's POV
I was forty-two years old and I'd just f****d my daughter's nineteen-year-old best friend on my desk while Harper was downstairs hosting a pool party.
I should have felt guilty. Should have been drowning in self-loathing and shame. Should have been planning how to end this before it went any further, before someone got hurt, before my entire life imploded from one catastrophically bad decision.
Instead, all I could think about was when I'd get to touch her again.
The taste of Mia's mouth. The way she'd looked at me with those dark eyes full of want and trust. The feeling of being inside her—so tight, so responsive, so f*****g perfect. The sounds she'd made when she came.
I was going to hell, and I didn't even care.
It had been two days since the pool party. Two days of Ha
