Page 56 of My Best Friend's Dad

“What?” she asked, her blush turning crimson.

“How about we spend some time out by the pool?” I suggested, my voice casual but filled with underlying intent.

Jenna’s eyes lit up and she nodded. “That sounds nice. It’s such a beautiful night.”

We cleared the table together. Once we were done, I led the way to the pool, the evening air warm and inviting, but I paid it no mind.

I only had eyes for her.

The pool area was illuminated with a soft blue that made the water glow. I watched Jenna as she settled into a lounge chair, her skin glowing in the ambient light. I took a seat beside her, the sound of the water lapping against the pool’s edge creating a soothing rhythm in the warm summer breeze.

“You know, you’re pretty good in the kitchen,” she teased, her tone light, but I watched her. Her thighs slid against one another, and her fingers lightly brushed the top of them.

Was she feeling needy already?

I grinned, leaning closer. “I just like cooking for people who appreciate good food.”

She blushed, her eyes dropping to her hands for a moment before they turned back to mine. “Well, you certainly succeeded tonight. Those gnocchi were amazing.”

“Good to know my efforts are appreciated,” I replied, my voice lowering slightly. “But cooking isn’t the only thing I’m good at.”

Jenna’s blush deepened, and she met my gaze, a challenge in her eyes. “Oh, really? What else are you good at, Vincenzo?”

She was teasing me. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to get fucked again.

I leaned even closer, my eyes locking onto hers. “Many things, Jenna. But I think you already know that,” I added, my voice lowering with dark intent.

I reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek. She leaned into my touch and my cock hardened into iron steel.

“You’re mine, Jenna,” I whispered, my voice firm and possessive. She shivered at my words, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, the sass in her tone unmistakable.

I felt a surge of desire at her response, the heat in my eyes mirrored in hers. “Come here,” I commanded softly, my hand slipping behind her neck to pull her closer.

She moved toward me willingly, her breath hitching as our faces drew near. “What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“I want you, Jenna. All of you.”

I grasped her chin and gently turned her to face me. I brought my lips toward hers and kissed her. I felt her melt against me, her body responding to my touch with a hunger that matched my own.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. I pressed my forehead against hers.

“Stand up and take off your dress,” I commanded.

She started, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes and stare into them with disbelief and shock in her own. Her eyes darted around my backyard, looking to see if anyone was watching.

There wasn’t anyone who could see. My backyard was exceedingly private. No one would lay eyes on her naked body but me.

Ever again.

“Are you serious?”

I gave her a stern look.

“Jenna, I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

Her lips parted, but she didn’t speak. I held her gaze, my expression hardening.

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