Dad.
The cause of every one of my self-induced orgasms since we met.
Remind me again why I agreed to go home with Hazel for the weekend? Oh yeah, because I have the total hots for her dad and think by some ridiculous notion he’s going to want me too. I’ve completely lost my mind. But this damn itch. And it’s about time I make a move to test out the waters and prove I’m not totally crazy. Am I wrong for pursuing this? Yes. Is there a chance this is all in my head? Solid ninety percent. Am I truly capable of seducing my roommate’s dad? We’re about to find out.
“Can’t wait! Let’s go!”
The drive takes forever. We end up hitting a ton of traffic, putting us an hour behind schedule. The sun is down by the time we pull up to her house, and now it’s raining. “Shoot.” Hazel pulls her car into an open spot in the garage next to a Corvette and Maserati.
“Wow, your dad has a need for speed, huh?”
Laughing, Hazel shuts off her car, then climbs out. “Yeah. It’s kinda his thing. Since my mom left, he seems to be going through a list of dangerous habits.” My brow rises. I’d be lying if I said that comment didn’t turn me on just a bit, hoping my name falls on that list. “Come on. Let’s go in. He’s home. He’s going to be so happy to see us.”
I nod and follow her inside. We walk through an enormous mudroom leading into the kitchen. It’s barely lit, but the room carries natural light with the white marble flooring and cabinets. “Dad?” she calls out, her voice echoing off the bare walls.
“In my office, baby girl.”
A ping of jealousy surges through me, wishing he was calling out to me with that pet name.
We enter his lavish office, and I spot him sitting behind a large, wooden desk. My heart rate kicks up a notch, and I tell myself to abort this crazy mission and go back to school. Hazel will lose her mind if she finds out my devious plan. What if this blows up in my face, and he tells her what I’ve done? She’ll hate me, and she’s become my closest friend.
“Hey, you better not be working. You promised no work this weekend.” Hazel’s voice snaps me out of my panicked haze. I stare ahead at Mr. Winters. He’s still in his suit, the top two buttons of his shirt open, showing off his built chest, and his dark hair perfectly in place. He sets down his glass of brown liquor and stands to greet his daughter, his eyes locking on mine.
“Glad you both made it home safely.” He goes to hug his daughter, then addresses me. “Violet.” The way he says my name is like an aphrodisiac. His eyes pierce into mine. There’s a battle brewing inside him. He rips his eyes away, not wanting his baby girl to get wind of his forbidden attraction. Licking my lower lip, I suck it into my mouth and take a step forward, reaching my hand out.
“Hi, Mr. Winters. Thanks for having me.” In an audacious move, I go in for a hug before he shakes my hand. He stiffens as I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body into his. I reach up, making sure my breasts are pinned snuggly against his chest. My lips purposely brush against his neck, allowing the heat of my breath to mark his skin. Without a choice, his arms cage around me, and even though the moment only lasts a handful of seconds, I feel it: the wicked spark of raw desire that ignites between us. I wish Hazel wasn’t standing here. That it was just us so I could pursue this moment further. He pulls away and clears his throat, offering us a gentle smile. His eyes refuse to meet mine, but I’ve seen enough men with forbidden lust in their eyes to now know our attraction isn’t one-sided.
Mr. Winters masks his slip up by grabbing his daughter back into his arms and kissing the top of her head. “Missed you. Welcome home.”
“Missed you too, Dad. Have you been staying out of trouble since I’ve been gone?”
If so, hopefully that’s about to change.
“Terribly lonely without my little girl here is more like it. How was the drive? Have you two eaten?”
Hazel breaks away. “No, but—”
“Good! I’m taking you girls to Savino’s. School is probably lacking a real pizza place, and I’m sure you’re in dire need of a good slice of pepperoni and some garlic bread.” He gazes down at his daughter, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sound good, baby girl?”
“Sure, dad. Anything for you.”
“Oh, my God! This is so good!” Hazel moans, then takes another bite, stretching the cheese until it snaps and falls onto her chin. Mr. Winters laughs, handing her a napkin. She wipes the sauce off her face, and he leans back in his seat across from us. Taking a sip of his beer, he rests his arms along the back of the booth.