My Best Friend's Dad: Embracing The Forbidden

I stayed on the bed, but my eyes were locked on that goddamn mirror.

Five minutes and she was still there. Towel half-draped, one hand running through her hair, pushing the curls off her neck. Water trickled down her shoulder, over the curve of her tit, disappearing beneath the cotton.
Skin flushed pink from the heat. Warm. Touchable.

And I wanted to touch it.

Not gently. Not like some polite, scared fucker. I wanted to spin her around, shove her against the wall, get my hands everywhere while the shower rained down on us. I'd split that tight little body open, slow then fast, until she couldn’t breathe right. Until she was clawing at my back, moaning like she had no control.

I could feel it. The weight of her legs around my waist. The way her back would arch. The sound she’d make when I hit deep.

And the worst part? I knew she’d take it. Not because she’s reckless. But because she looked at me.
Like a woman who sees what she wants.

“You’re losing your fucking mind, O’Reilly,” I muttered.

I stood up fast. Crossed the room. Shut the door this time…full, solid click.
But I didn’t move away.

My hands pressed against the frame. Jaw tight. Pulse hammering like I’d just come off a ten-round fight.
This wasn't some bar hookup. This was Katherine’s best friend. Nineteen. Young enough to be my goddamn daughter.
And yet?
The image wouldn’t fade. Her wet skin. That quiet confidence. The way she didn’t flinch when I looked at her too long.
Most women get nervous under my stare. They shrink. Or fake boldness.
Sabrina? She met it. Held it.
Like she was measuring me back.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

**This forbidden romance is full of steamy encounters and taboo desire. This is a stand alone novel that teases the senses with intense romance, heartfelt fiction, and a whole lot of lust and longing! I hope you enjoy reading it!**