Jane has had a crush on her best friend’s dad for years. Today, she turns eighteen.
Her best friend is also out of town, so Jane ambushes her bestie’s dad when he’s home alone.
Will she get the taste she always wanted or will he send her away before she can unwrap her gift?
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AN EXCERPT FROM "HER BEST FRIEND'S DAD"
Jane twisted and turned in front of her mirror, reveling in the way her dress clung to her curves and highlighted the best parts of her body. The one her mother deplored her for wearing, but she was eighteen today, and she finally got to make some of her own decisions.
Her bestie was out of town, and they had plans for the weekend, but that meant her father was home alone today.
That’s where Jane headed. And she had a three-year-long fantasy to fulfill.
Knocking and letting herself in as she usually did, Jane found Frank in the kitchen, taking his apron off and catching her gaze. His surprise wasn’t unpleasant.
“Lila isn’t home. She’s gone until Friday.”
Jane nodded, leaning against the counter and tugging on the small sweater she’d used to help sneak out of the house. “I know, but it’s my birthday, and I didn’t want to stay at home.”
Frank smiled. “Happy birthday, Jane. I just prepped a marinade for dinner and put a dessert in the freezer if you want to stay.”
“Thank you.” Using dinner as an excuse, she peeled the sweater off, drawing his gaze to the low-cut across her breasts. But he didn’t linger. That’s what Jane liked about him so much. He valued her brain over her body. He never objectified her, but somehow, he made her feel beautiful.
Busying himself, Frank turned away, but when his gaze found her again, Jane shifted purposely to draw it down her body. Mission accomplished.
She stepped forward, ignoring and appreciating his fatherly tone. “Can I help?”
Frank pulled vegetables and a cutting board for her, and Jane drew her fingertips along his back before she settled against the side of him, pressing her breasts into his arm as he handed her the knife.
He cleared his throat and stepped away. “Dice the peppers and onions?”
“Got it, Mr. Green.” Bouncing on her toes, Jane swayed her hips, the loose fabric of her skirt brushing her bare ass and thighs. A slow burn started low in her middle when she peeked at Frank and caught him watching her.
He sliced pieces of eggplant and carrot. Everything went in a bowl to toss with oil and spice before Frank spread it on a tray and slid it in the oven to roast.
Without more prep work, he cleaned his hands and dried them.
Jane drew his gaze again with the subtle movements of her body—a trick she developed with the boys at school.
Frank’s hands squeezed hard around the dish towel as he admonished her again, more warning in his voice this time.
“Did I mention that I’m eighteen today?” Those blue eyes flashed at her, keeping her gaze as she closed the distance between them. Tension swelled between them. She pressed her hand along his tie, reveling in the hardness of his body beyond it. “Do you know what I want for my birthday?”
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