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My Father-in-Law Just Pinned Me Against the Kitchen Counter The sun is brutal, but it’s nothing compared to the heat burning between my thighs. I’ve been lying by the infinity pool for twenty minutes pretending to read on my k****e, but I haven’t turned a single page. All I can do is watch Victor. He’s in the outdoor kitchen, shirtless, chopping fresh mango and pineapple with precise, powerful movements. Every flex of his back muscles, every shift of his shoulders makes my stomach tighten. Sweat glistens on his tanned skin. His shorts sit low on his hips, showing the deep V-lines that disappear into fabric I shouldn’t be staring at. He’s your husband’s father. Stop it, Lila. But I can’t. I’ve wanted this man for three years. Every time Ryan f***s me for three minutes and rolls over, I