Chapter 4: The First Taste

Mom’s breathing had settled into that deep, even rhythm hours ago, the soft snore drifting down the hallway like a signal that the house was finally ours. She’d come home from book club flushed and wine-heavy, kissed Dad’s cheek with her usual absent affection, and disappeared upstairs before nine. I waited in my room until the lights went out, heart pounding with the same restless ache that had kept me awake since last night’s grinding on Dad’s lap. My thin sleep shorts were already damp just from remembering the way his cock had throbbed beneath me, the sticky warmth of his release soaking through our clothes. I wanted more. Needed more. The hidden video still burned in the back of my mind, but guilt had twisted into something hotter, sharper.

I crept down the hall in nothing but an oversized T-shirt that barely skimmed my thighs—his T-shirt, the one he’d left draped over the couch after our midnight hug. The study door stood ajar, warm lamplight spilling out. Dad sat at his desk, laptop open, pretending to work late like he always did when the weight of secrets pressed too hard. Salt-and-pepper hair tousled, broad shoulders tense under a loose button-down he hadn’t bothered to tuck in. The compass tattoo on his forearm flexed as he typed, the same arm that had gripped that woman’s hip in the garage.

I slipped inside without knocking, closing the door softly behind me. He looked up, eyes widening, the tired lines around them softening into something wary and hungry all at once.

“Emma ... it’s late, babygirl. You should be in bed.”

I didn’t answer with words. My knees folded beneath me as I dropped to the floor between his spread thighs, the carpet warm against my bare skin. His breath caught sharply. The laptop screen cast blue light across my face as I reached for his belt, fingers steady despite the thunder in my chest.

“Emma ... we shouldn’t.” His voice cracked, low and rough, but he didn’t stop me. His hands hovered above the desk like he was fighting every instinct. “After last night ... this is dangerous.”