❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series
He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he...
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P A R I S
I've always hated those times when my dad has to leave for work. Ever since I was little, he's been my everything. After losing my mom so young, he became the only constant I had.
We've always been close. I talk to him every day. I need him more than I probably should. The thought of not seeing him for days always left this tight, anxious feeling in my chest.
So whenever he announced a new business trip, it felt like a gut punch. I'd pretend to be fine, smile, help him pack, but inside, I'd be counting down the days until he came back home. The idea of being without him, even for a little while, always felt... wrong.
But this time? It's different.
Yeah, I'll miss him like crazy. I'll count the days like I always do. But there's something else wrapped up in the goodbye that makes this trip feel like a blessing in disguise.
For the next four months, it'll just be me... and Luciano. My dad's best friend and the man I can't stop thinking about.
Calling it a crush would be a joke at this point. It's way past that. This isn't butterflies or silly daydreams. It's obsession. Full-blown, all-consuming, impossible-to-escape obsession.
And now, thanks to my dad's trip, I'll be sharing a roof with him—for four entire months.
It almost feels too good to be real. Like some twisted gift from the universe I'm not sure I deserve. But I'm not questioning it. I'm taking it. Because I've missed him more than I'll ever admit out loud. And this time... I don't want to waste a second.
They met years ago, way before I was old enough to really understand their bond. According to dad, it all started at some networking event in the city. One of those stuffy cocktail things where everyone wore suits, made fake small talk, and pretended to enjoy bite-sized appetizers.
Dad was thirty then, already well-established in his field, while Luciano, just twenty-five, was still figuring things out. But something clicked between them that night and they've been inseparable ever since.
Dad said he was about to leave when he overheard Luciano call out a shady vendor in front of a crowd of investors. He couldn't help but laugh at how blunt and fearless Luciano was, and that was it—they hit it off instantly. From then on, they partnered up for a few deals, and over time, their bond turned from professional to personal.
Luciano wasn't part of my early childhood. He only became a presence in my life when I was about ten. It had been five years since mom passed, and dad, though doing his best, was worn thin trying to juggle everything. I was lonely, quiet, and just starting to feel the weight of a mother-shaped hole in my life.
Then Luciano showed up.
He wasn't like anyone I'd met before. He didn't talk to me like a kid or try too hard to win me over with fake smiles, gifts and cheesy jokes. He was blunt, sometimes a little grumpy, and had a calm confidence about him that made me curious. I didn't warm up to him right away, but over time, something shifted.
