I flinched hard, my body jerking like I’d been slapped. My hand froze between my legs, fingers still slick and buried inside me, but everything else went ice cold. Dad and Luca stood there in the doorway, the air thick with the scent of my arousal and the hotel’s stale AC. Dad’s face twisted from shock to something darker, his eyes dropping down my body, lingering on my exposed pussy. Luca’s towel clung low on his hips, water droplets tracing paths over his chest, but his gaze was ...