Chapter 255 Best Friends Dad Ch4

• The second she slips from the kitchen, her legs are shaking. She tries to calm her breath, tries to look normal as she steps through the hallway — the taste of him still salt-slick at the back of her throat. She should shut the door behind her when she reaches the spare room, pretend this never happened, pretend she can sleep with her thighs pressed tight to keep the mess from leaking out.
• But she doesn’t even get that far. The door clicks open behind her and there he is — his shadow slipping inside before she can even turn around. She freezes when the latch clicks. She hears the hush of his boots on the floorboards before she feels him — the warm press of his chest at her back, one big palm sliding up her hip under the hem of her soft cotton dress.
• “You really thought you’d run?” he murmurs, his voice velvet-dark. He presses his thumb right into the wet spot, feels her hips stutter back into him. “After you dripped all over my hand downstairs — you were gonna hide this from me?” His voice is warm ruin at her ear, low enough that her spine prickles all the way down. She doesn’t answer — she can’t, not when his thumb drags right across the damp patch in her panties, pressing slow where she’s still throbbing.