in my throat, as he walks to me with heavy steps. Confusion pulls his brows together. “Lily, what are you doing here?”
Show time. “I didn’t know where else to go.”
He hesitates, and it feels real. Like he knows I shouldn’t be here, but he doesn’t want me to leave. “Come in.” Shane leads me into the living room and guides me to sit on the same cushion I’d just occupied. Even though I know the name of this game, I still shift a little nervously as he takes the spot right next to me, his knees bumping into mine. He gives me a concerned look. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“Max and I are done.” My breath catches in my throat, but I push on. “I, uh, I found him with his secretary. It’s over. The wedding is off. The whole nine yards.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He truly looks like he means it.
“I just…” To my horror, my bottom lip quivers. I press my hand to my mouth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come. I know he’s your son and—”
Shane pulls me into his arms. The hug is a little awkward, made more awkward when he shifts back a little and my legs get tangled with his. The plug in my ass gives lie to the newness of this, but it still feels forbidden. Like he’s offering me comfort and didn’t mean to put us in a position where my dress is riding up to indecent heights.
His hand drops to my thigh and he flinches. “Jesus, I’m sorry.” But he doesn’t quite take his touch away, his fingers lingering on my skin.
“It’s okay.” I lean back a little, but not enough for it to be a real retreat. “I…” I don’t want to share the same story from before, where he watched me masturbate in the back yard. That moment feels like it was just for us, and I don’t want to mar it.
Instead, I shift against him, sliding my leg higher up between his. It almost looks like I’m trying to get my balance to move away, but his hand catches me high on my thigh, his big fingers curving around beneath. It’s not quite indecent, but he’s in a position to guess I might not be wearing anything underneath this dress.
I look up at him with wide eyes. “Shane?”
He holds my gaze as he slides his hand higher, under my dress, up over my hip, my ass. “Lily, why did you come to my house without panties on?”
“Um.” I’m fisting his T-shirt and I can’t seem to stop shaking. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” His tone is faintly mocking. He smooths his hand over my ass and down the back of my thigh, hooking me behind my knee and pulling my leg higher up around his waist. Cool air touches my pussy and I have to fight back a moan.
I don’t mean to kiss him. I don’t think? But I tilt my face up and then his mouth is on mine. Plundering me, forcing my lips wide and slipping his tongue into my mouth, kissing me until I’m writhing against him. Shane barely touches me, one hand on my knee, holding me in place, the other at the small of my back, but it doesn’t matter. I rub against him and my dress slides off my shoulders, shifts up higher on my hips.
I lean back and his gaze snags on my mostly bared breasts. “Lily.” God, I love it when he talks to me like that. Like I’m being bad and he’s not amused.
“I’m sorry.” I shift back a little and try to fix my dress with fumbling hands. “Sorry I kissed you. That was inappropriate.” I go still and then shake my head. “You know what? I’m not sorry. You’re sexy as hell, Shane, and I’d be lying if I said I don’t want you.”
His brows rise. “You were engaged to my son a few short days ago.”
“Yes, I was.” I move to straddle his lap, and he lets me. I lean down and brush my lips to his ear. The rest of what we’re doing is for the camera. These words are just for us. “Wouldn’t a good daughter-in-law want to make her Daddy feel good?” I shift against his chest, letting my dress drop again. “Wouldn’t a caring father-in-law want to kiss his baby girl and make it better?”
“You and that dirty fucking mouth,” he murmurs. His hands land on my hips, urging me back, but it’s