John’s P.O.V
It is late when I come strolling through the door. Lisa has her arm around her daughter Nina's waist. They are standing in the foyer, dressed only in one of my shirts. Nina is a beautiful young woman just like her mom Lisa, with the same bright eyes, soft curves, and that irresistible spark of mischief that always draws me in. At twenty-two, Nina carries herself with a youthful confidence that makes every glance from her feel electric. She isn’t my blood, she’s simply the daughter of the woman I love, and over time she has made it very clear she wants me too.
"Did you miss us?" Lisa says to me with a knowing smile.
"You bet I did," I reply, meeting them halfway. Lisa pushes her lips up for a kiss, which I meet hungrily. But my attention quickly shifts as Nina begins kissing
