“Daddy.” The word sent chills down my spine. Forbidden, king of chills.
Snap out of it, Chloe. This is your boyfriend's father.
With that, I gathered momentum, turned, attempting to pull away from this trap. But that was the worst mistake.
Because now, having turned, I could see. See the way his chest… how hard… the muscles. Bare. Aching to be touched.
“You like it?” Robert’s voice threw me out of my forbidden imaginations. My face flushed red. I didn't know I was looking.
"Mr. Miller, I... I shouldn't be here," I whispered, my voice thin and trembling. "This is wrong. Alex is right upstairs."
He didn't flinch. Instead, he leaned closer, the shadow of his massive frame swallowing me whole. His hands stayed locked on the counter, caging me. "Is it wrong, Chloe?" he rumbled, his voice
