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"Classical conditioning," he murmured, his breath brushing my ear. "A bit dry for a Friday night, isn't it?"

He looked at me then, his dark eyes searching mine with a terrifyingly clear intent. The "friend's father" label felt like a thin piece of glass, shivering under the weight of the look he was giving me. "Is that a nuance, Julian?" I whispered. Doing My Best Friends Father Gay Sex Stories [ ...

He pulled out the chair next to me, his knee brushing mine. He didn't move it away. "Let’s see if we can make it more interesting. Suppose someone gives you a reason to stay late every time you visit. Eventually, you don’t need the reason anymore. You just… want to be here." "Is that a nuance, Julian

The air in the Miller household always smelled like cedar and expensive espresso—a sharp contrast to the stale popcorn and laundry detergent at my dorm. I was there to study with Chloe, but she’d bailed an hour ago for a "dating emergency," leaving me at her mahogany dining table with a mountain of psych notes and her father, Julian. "Let’s see if we can make it more interesting

"The midterm is tomorrow," I said, my voice sounding breathier than I intended. "And Chloe’s notes are… mostly doodles of her barista."