CRAVING MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER

“I’m going to put my hand between your legs, Riley,” The deep rumble of his voice thrills me as he squeezes both my wrists in one of his large hands to make his point. “I’m going to hold you here and make you come. And there’s nothing you can possibly do about it.” “Fuck…” I breathe. Just his words make my hips arch upwards. I feel his hand drift over my clothed hip, but then I whimper when he finds the skin of my thigh beneath my skirt. “Open your legs for me," he whispers against my lips. "Show me that you want to be a good girl.” “Yes, Coach.” I say and do exactly as he says. Then he is kissing me again. ~ Three years ago, I gave my best friend's father everything in one drunken forbidden night. But all he gave me was silence in return. Now, here he is, in charge of my soccer team, and acting like he doesn't remember the night he ripped my heart to shreds. But with each stolen glance and each accidental touch, we begin to fall back into the same familiar patterns. The scandal could ruin his career, destroy my friendship, and drag my secrets into the open... including the one secret I've buried the deepest. But the closer we get, the harder it is to resist each other's touch and the forbidden pull. Some lines were never meant to be crossed again. So why does it feel like we're already running straight toward them?