Chapter 1
Mia’s POV.
The sun was beating down like a f*****g furnace on this stupid moving day, sweat already sticking my thin sundress to my back and thighs as we crammed the last boxes into the rented truck.
Dad was barking orders, Mom was wiping her forehead and complaining about the heat, and there he was—Marcus, Dad’s 42-year-old best friend, all broad shoulders and thick arms flexing under his tight t-shirt, veins popping as he heaved the heaviest s**t like it was nothing.
I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at him, at the way his jeans hugged that fat bulge between his legs, at the dark sweat patches spreading across his chest.
God, why does he have to look like that right now?
My p***y gave a little twitch under my short dress, the thin thong doing f**k-all to hide how my mi
