Page 18 of One Night with my Best Friend's Dad

“Are you awake?” Mac asks the next morning.

“Yeah, just thinking about Piper. I hate that I lied to her yesterday.” I turn on the bed to see Mac staring at me. “But I dread her knowing, too.”

I snuggle into Mac’s warm body, feeling loved as he wraps his arms around me. “I know this is hard, and I’m going to give her a week before I talk to her. I don’t want to ruin her moment just yet,” he murmurs, gently running his fingers through my hair.

“I’m just so scared of losing Piper. She’s my best friend, and I don’t want to hurt her.” I look up at him, my eyes pleading.

Mac pulls me closer, his muscular arms offering comfort. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. We’ll tell her together if you’d prefer. I promise, everything is going to work out.”

I nod, feeling a little reassured by his words. “Okay.”

He places a tender kiss on my forehead. “That’s my girl. Now, I need to hop in the shower and get ready for work. Why don’t you have some breakfast?”

I smile and reluctantly disentangle myself from his embrace. “Sounds good. I’ll see you soon.”

As I walk to the kitchen, a sense of relief washes over me. I fill the kettle and open the refrigerator, get the milk, and pour some in a cup.

“Ugh!”

Lumps of milk float on the top.

After putting some bacon in the frying pan, I rush back to the bedroom to ask Mac to buy some milk. But as I reach the bedroom door, I pause.

“Kelly,” he calls.

“Yeah?”

But he doesn’t respond.

I stroll to the bathroom door, quietly pushing it open. There, with one hand resting on the shower wall, and the other hand stroking his cock, is Mac. Eyes closed, mouth open, and a look of pure bliss is on his face.

I should walk away, let him have this moment.

But I don’t.

I stand there, transfixed, as he pleasures himself, his movements slow and deliberate, and loving that he is callingmyname.

Heat creeps up my cheeks, but I can’t tear my eyes away.

As if Mac can feel me watching, he glances over his shoulder and looks into my eyes. I expect him to be mortified that I caught him, but a sexy grin stretches across his face.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him, captured by hearing my name on his lips and by seeing his hand stroking over his massive cock as he imagined it was me.

His eyes are heavy lidded as he says, “Come and join me.”

The smell of bacon suddenly hits my nostrils and I rush away.

After turning off the heat to not burn down Mac’s home, I rush back to him. He’s now out of the shower and drying himself off.

“Sorry,” he says.

“Why?”

“I keep pushing you, and you’re not ready for us.”

“I’m ready, Mac. I want you. I want all of you.”

His normal light eyes are now dark with desire, and I know that he wants me just as much as I want him. His sexy grin returns as he reaches for my hand.

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