Sleeping with my Best Friend's Father

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Amara

I didn’t remember leaning in first. Maybe he moved, or maybe I did. Maybe gravity itself decided to stop pretending right along with us.

All I knew was that Lucien’s mouth crashed into mine again before I could cough out a response. He was rough, hungry, and devastating, and my back slammed into the nearest wall with a muted thud that made my breath leave in a gasp.

“Lucien…”.He cut me off with a growl that vibrated through my bones.

“Don’t say my name like you’re asking me to stop,” he murmured against my lips, and a shiver raced down my spine. “Not when your body is telling me you want the opposite.”

My knees buckled, but he caught me before I could even fall.

His hand wrapped around my jaw, fingers firm, thumb dragging across my bottom lip like he owned it, like he’d been starving for it.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Say it, Amara.”

“Say what?” I breathed, even though my pulse already knew exactly where this was going.

“Say you want me.”

God. Good God. He wasn’t teasing, he wasn’t asking. He was demanding the truth I’d been terrified to admit, not just to him, but to myself.

I tried to look away, but he pressed his forehead to mine, caging me in.

“Look at me, Amara.”

I did. I was helpless not to. He was all heat and darkness and male certainty, eyes locked on mine like he could see straight through every layer I’d ever tried to hide.

“You feel this,” he murmured, his thumb stroking my cheek. His other other thumb slid down my face and down to my already taut n*****s. “I feel it. So say it.”

My breath trembled, my thighs pressed together, and my heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to burst free.

“I…” My voice cracked. “I want…”

“Louder.” he was breathless, his cologne wafting into my nostrils and sending me to horny town.

God, he was going to be the death of me.

“I want you,” I whispered, the words tearing out of me, raw, desperate, and humiliatingly real. “Lucien, I want you.”

Something in his face changed. It sharpened, darkened and then he kissed me like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear those words.

His mouth crashed into mine with a dominance that stole every thought from my head. His hand slid behind my neck to keep me exactly where he wanted me, and I couldn’t do anything except cling to him as he devoured me, slow at first, then impossibly deep, tongue stroking mine with a hunger that made my legs shake.

“Good girl,” he growled against my mouth. “Finally honest.”

Heat shot through me so sharply I whimpered. He swallowed the sound, kissed me harder, then lifted me effortlessly.

Before I could say a word, he carried me out of the little compartment, down the hall, and into one of the nearest bedrooms

I hadn't even noticed this bedroom before, and honestly, I didn't care. Everything blurred, but I felt his hands on my body, and the way he laid me down like he couldn’t decide whether to worship me or wreck me.

Lucien stepped back, just to strip himself of his clothes. He hadn't been wearing much tonight, just a pair of gray sweatpants that held the huge bulge my eyes were drawn to, and a tank top that exposed a sleeve tattoo I wasn't sure I'd seen before.

The moment his c**k sprung forward, I swallowed hard. Thick had to be the biggest understatement of the night. His pulse throbbed in his grip as he ran his hand over his shaft and I couldn't help but drool.

“Will you do the honors?” His voice came out as a deep rasp, and I felt it deep in my p***y. “Or should I help you out?”

I'd never been more glad that I was wearing a tight tube top and shorts right now. In the blink of an eye, I swung the top and shorts off my body. He cursed under his breath as he climbed onto the bed, while I inched backwards till there was nothing but the headboard behind me.

I had no idea what he had up his sleeve, but best believe when I said I didn't have to wait too long. His hand wrapped around my legs as he pulled me further down.

“Beautiful.” He murmured, leaning down to trail a kiss down my tummy and my entrance. He licked me once, and I shuddered. “Even more than my dreams.”

Lucien didn't let me reply as he ate my p***y, his tongue flicking at my c**t and assaulting my entrance. He shoved his tongue deeper and I cried out in pure esctasy. After his assault on my core, he pulled away, just to line his throbbing c**k inside me.

His eyes met mine once, and ss he leaned in for a kiss, he drove into me with a precision that was slow but devastatingly delicious. I clung to him immediately, my legs wrapping around his waist, and as he f****d me over and over again, I let myself give into him completely.

I wasn't sure exactly how long had passed, but the world didn’t come back all at once.

It drifted in slowly: warmth, the faint crackle of the vent, and the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains.

Then the realization hit me. My tank top was on the floor, my shorts were halfway across the room, and I was lying directly on top of someone’s bare chest.

His bare chest.

Lucien’s.

Every muscle in my body went rigid, as the truth and memories from last night came rushing at me.

Oh God.

Oh God.

We’d slept together.

I’d slept with my best friend’s father.

Shit.

Christmas was supposed to feel light and bright and innocent, but instead, it felt like the sky might collapse on top of me.

Panic tore up my spine as I scrambled off him, sheets tangling around my legs.

I barely managed to stand when his hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me back onto the bed.

“Easy.” His voice was groggy, deep, and sinfully calm. If I wasn't just having a crisis, maybe I would have actually heeded to his words. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I have to go.” I yanked my hand away. “Lucien, I..I can’t..what did we…God, what did we do?”

He sat up slowly, the sheet falling low on his hips in a way that made my entire body clench.

“Amara,” he said quietly, “come here.”

“No.”My voice shook. “This… this was a mistake. A massive, catastrophic..”

“It wasn’t a mistake.” he cut me off slowly.

“It was absolutely a mistake!”

He exhaled, jaw tightening, and then he moved.

In one smooth motion, he caught my waist, pulled me back onto the bed, and rolled me beneath him, not pinning, but close enough to make my breath stop.

“You’re spiraling,” he murmured. “Stop.”

“Lucien…” I'd barely gotten any words out before he cut me off again.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” his voice was sincere, and that made it hurt all the more.

“Didn’t…?” I almost laughed. “I slept with you!”

“Yes,” he said simply. “You did.”

“You’re Lila’s father!” I snapped.

“And you’re an adult woman who made a choice.” came his response.

My hands pushed weakly at his chest, but he didn’t move.

“What am I supposed to do when she finds out?” I whispered, voice cracking.

“She won’t.”

I froze, because answer came too fast.

“What do you mean she won’t?” I asked. “What do you mean by that?”

He held my gaze for a long, slow moment.

Then his expression changed, into something dark, possessive, and painfully honest flickering across his features.

“I won’t tell her,” he said softly, “on one condition.”

“Lucien…”My pulse jumped in my throat as I warned.

“This isn’t blackmail,” he said, reading the fear on my face immediately. “I’m not threatening you, I’m not coercing you. I want you to say yes because you want this, not because you’re scared.”

“Then what is it?”I swallowed.

His thumb traced my lower lip, slow and devastating, and I hated how my body shuddered at his touch.

“I want you,” he murmured, “as my personal muse.”

“And?”My breath hitched.

“And my nude model.” Heat slammed into me so fast I forgot how to exhale.

“You want to… paint me?” I whispered.

“Yes,” he said. “Only you. Only for me. I've been doing that for a while, but nothing compares to the real you.”

My heart pounded so loudly I couldn’t think.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear, voice a low, sinful command that wrapped around every nerve in my body.

“Say yes, Amara.”

And I shivered, because deep down, I already knew my answer.

Fuck.