Evie's POV

Hungrily, I grope Oliver's firm bicep, feeling up the strong muscles as they shift and bulge under my palm.

I want what's forbidden.

I want it, and I want it now.

I am done pretending.

“Careful there kitty, you know you're playing with fire” he warns darkly in my ear, his voice low and deep, reserved for only the two of us to hear.

Fuck, I'm getting wet.

“I want it” I whisper back to him, even with knowing his daughter is right there on the bed, I still need him to ...