A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend's Dad

~Sienna~

I lean into the couch watching him fuss over me, his strong hands pull up my legs over his knees, carefully inspecting them for any cuts.

Warm palm skims my skin, sending multiple waves of current through my body.

I muffle a low moan, my body seems to suddenly drain away as his large hands wrap around my tiny feet, swallowing them whole. His eyes fill with worry as he checks me.

His hair falls forward from his bent position, messing up his style, but still, his handsomeness can't be denied. Dark eyes, straight nose, five o'clock beard dusting his chin, a temptation any woman would fight for.

Older, yes, but devastatingly so.

It makes me wonder how many hearts he's broken when he was younger.

I've had a secret crush on him from the first time I met him. It's hard not to.

Handsome and fit, too fit for his age of fifty. Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jawline, lean but firm muscles, and a charming smile when he chooses to give it.

I can't stop swooning for the man, not that I ever dared act on it, since he's my best friend's father, and until earlier today, I had a boyfriend.

But now, without the shackles of my relationship and my best friend's presence, it becomes hard to stop the temptation.

My hands ache to feel him, to rub them over him the way he does to me and I do.

"Sienna..." he raises his head, eyes narrowing on me.

He sounds so weak I can't help but smile, feeling bolder.

"You're handsome, Mr. Garrison." I giggle, smoothing back his messy hair.

The softness of it whispers through my fingers like a breeze. "Hmm...."

"You think I'm handsome, Sienna?" He cocks a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"You are, Mr. Garrison." I nod.

His eyes flash and he shakes his head. "It's Norman. Call me by my name."

I bite my lip, a slow smile spreading across my face.

His dark eyes trace my movements, his nose flaring.

"Norman," I whisper breathlessly, loving the way it rolls off my tongue.

His eyes darken, his hands tightening on my legs where he placed them on his knees.

"Stop that," he growls.

But I don't listen, I withdraw my leg, wrapping the other around his waist as I kneel in front of him, straddling him with my legs on either side.

My core still ache painfully, wanting to be filled, to be used by him.

"What are you saying, Norman?" I tease, aware of his hands on my thighs and my barely covered tits in his face.

"Si... Sienna, you're drunk..." he rasps.

"Nope." I smile. "I know what I'm doing. And... I've always wanted to do this."

"I've had a crush on you since, like, forever... so I can never be wrong."

I lean closer, tilting my head, watching the storm of emotions shift in his eyes, each one darker than the last.

I want to kiss him so badly, to feel his lips against mine, to know what he tastes like. My tongue flicks across my lips, he groans, but coughs to cover it.

"Why are you drunk, Sienna? What happened to you?" he suddenly asks.

The question startles me for a second. I'm right here, barely covered, and that's what he chooses to ask.

I sigh, pouting in annoyance as I slump down onto his lap, not missing the way his thighs tense beneath me, but he doesn't push me away.

"He cheated on me," I state flatly, toying with the strands of his hair to avoid his gaze.

"He was going to propose, but instead, I caught him in bed with another woman."

I hide the fact that the other woman was my friend, being played by two people close to me is an humiliation I refuse to share.

"Hey... hey, Sienna, look at me." His hand wraps around my jaw, turning my face toward him.

"Don't feel bad for being cheated on. It's his fault for being blind, for losing someone so special, beautiful, and priceless."

Heat creeps up my face, my long lashes fluttering as I listen to him. I never knew he thought so highly of me, I'd always had the impression that he disliked me, but now, it's different.

I shrug. "It's hard not to. Not when it feels like three years of my life were wasted. I just came here to avoid him like Nova suggested. But you-why are you here?"

"You were supposed to be on vacation with Nova and Miss Liliana, right?" I press.

He sighs, throwing back his head as his hands slide up my waist, caging me in.

My eyes snap to his, smiling softly, so much for the man who says I'm drunk.

"The last thing I'd ever do is spend three days in the same room with Liliana," he snorts.

His eyes darken, fury replacing the desire and vulnerability from earlier.

"She's had her chances, and she blew them. I know what she wants, but I'm waiting for Nova to realize the truth. I don't want to hurt her."

"She's using my daughter to get to me, planning a vacation and making Nova hide the fact that she's coming because it's 'for the best.'" His brow furrows, irritation lacing his voice.

"A leopard never changes its spots. I will be waiting when the truth finally hits."

I don't feel any sympathy toward Liliana because Norman won't be here with me otherwise.

I don't know their full history, but one thing is clear, Liliana doesn't care for Nova, she only calls when she needs something and mostly misses their mother-daughter time together.

But Nova's too caught up in her head, desperate for a complete family, for the love of a mother who wasn't there while she grew up.

I place my hand on Norman's chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart.

He glances at my hand, then at my face, silent, but his eyes bore into me, saying everything.

I press my body into his, trailing my hand down without breaking eye contact, savoring the way his heartbeat races.

His hands flex on my waist, dangerously close to my bare ass with my dress ridden up.

My body shivers slightly, the hairs on my skin standing on edge and I bite back a moan.

Just a little more and I'll have his hands right where I want them.

"What about now?" I whisper, rocking my hips gently.

"Being here with me. Alone in a room."

My other hand tugs at his neck, pulling his face nearer.

"Do you like this... instead?"

His hot breath ghosts across my face, my gaze clinging to his lips, inviting, tempting. All I have to do is press on by an inch and they'd touch.

Any thoughts of consequence have long vanished from my senses, the only thing on my mind is this perfect man.

I want him, I want him so bad it aches.

I can feel it too that he wants it as much as I do.

His hardness beneath me, pressing against me, the only thing separating us is his fabrics of our clothing and my tiny panties.

But he resists, I can feel it from the way he's leaning back, holding my body in place. His body reaction, though, betrays him, and I plan on exploring that.

I'm far too gone to want to stop now and I don't want to think, I just want to feel.

As his gaze drops to my mouth, his eyes hardening, dark and burning, I swear he's going to kiss me when he leans in.