Fever-Drenched for Daddy's Best Friend
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At a three-day yacht party, my suppressants went missing.
Without them, my heat—that humiliating, consuming need my body couldn't control—hit me like a sledgehammer.
Worse—as I stumbled out of the bathroom, I collided with him.
Victor Sterling. My father's best friend. My boss. The one man I had no business fantasizing about every night when I touched myself.
This man, infamous for never touching women and his ice-cold control, never came to parties like this. Yet here he was.
And the worst part? Thanks to the storm, I'm trapped in a room with him tonight.
Without them, my heat—that humiliating, consuming need my body couldn't control—hit me like a sledgehammer.
Worse—as I stumbled out of the bathroom, I collided with him.
Victor Sterling. My father's best friend. My boss. The one man I had no business fantasizing about every night when I touched myself.
This man, infamous for never touching women and his ice-cold control, never came to parties like this. Yet here he was.
And the worst part? Thanks to the storm, I'm trapped in a room with him tonight.
















































