Ford’s POV
I’m breathing hard. I can’t feel my hands. All I know is that I raise them, bracing my arms on either side of Livia as I pin her against the wall.
Her scent floats up to my senses. I can feel her warmth on me, and I start to resent the layers of clothing between us. She’s moving against me, rubbing up on me, and I start to feel something spreading in my body from that one particular spot.
Pleasure.
It’s driving me insane. It’s clouding everything around me. The shred of rationality I have left is being chipped away by her gaze, the exposed skin of her breasts, the way I can tell she’s wet under those shorts…
I’m about to cross the line.
But I can’t let myself do it.
She’s your daughter’s best friend.
But why does it feel right?
“Ford,” Livia breathes out and my name out
