In Love With My Father's Best

[Elena's POV]

I didn't realize I had entered the wrong bedroom.

Not the one I had been told to use after the heavy rainstorm.

Work had run late on my first day, and by the time I was done, everything felt rushed and confusing. So my father had to ask his best friend for help. Apparently, it was his company.

And here I was-completely naked, the shirt I was supposed to change into clutched in my hands-when the door opened with a faint creak.

My heart skipped. My fingers loosened, and the shirt slipped from my grip, falling to the floor.

It was him.

Hardin Kings.

My father's best friend.

The man I loved.

Standing in the doorway, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. He didn't look away. He stared-openly, intensely, sending a strong shiver down my spine. I bit my lower lip, trying to control myself.

My chest tightened, reminding me that he was my father's best friend. The man I shouldn't even be standing in front of like this.

But I wanted him to notice me. Would he finally notice me now?

"This is my room, Elena. What are you doing here?"

His voice was low. Deep. Laced with something dangerous that made it harder to control my feelings.

His gaze didn't shift. He remained almost nonchalant, as if nothing about this situation bothered him.

But no. He couldn't completely hide the tension lingering between us.

"I..."

"I thought..."

My voice trembled, no words could undo the moment.

"You said the first room." I forced the words out.

"The first floor," he corrected quietly. "And you should have locked the door."

Why didn't I do that?

Was I... Waiting for this moment?

I swallowed.

A crooked smile curved his lips.

His gaze moved slowly over me, taking in every inch of my exposed skin as if he owned it all.

Then it hit me, I was naked.

I tried to cover myself, but it was too late.

He had already seen everything.

My gaze dropped, but I could still feel his eyes on me. My breath trembled as I slowly looked up again, our eyes locking.

In three slow, deliberate steps, he closed the distance between us.

I didn't move. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air between us thicken. His fresh, strong scent filled the room and my senses.

My eyes met his-dark, and filled with something I couldn't ignore.

My mind went blank. I could be this close to Hardin?

"What are you up to?" he whispered.

Heat burned down my skin. This was wrong, I should step away, but I couldn't.

"What do you mean?" My voice was barely above a whisper.

His stare held something palpable.

His hand shot out-gripping my jaw, as if he expected me to pull away. But I didn't.

Then he pulled my face closer to his. We shared the same heavy air, his warm breath brushing against my skin.

His eyes dropped to my lips, then to my eyes. I gasped softly.

"You seem very suspicious, Elena," he murmured.

He was just too close. Dangerously close.

A strange chill ran down my spine.

Slowly. Steadily. His lips moved closer to mine.

My heart raced as his face drew nearer. My eyes followed his gaze, and when his lips almost touched mine, my eyelids fluttered shut as if some invisible force was pulling us together.

And just when I thought he was going to kiss me, his lips brushed against my ear.

"You're so turned up, Elena," he whispered. "I can smell your arousal."

My breath caught in my throat and my eyes snapped open.

"Huh?" I breathed.

"Ending up in my room wasn't an accident." He smirked.

"I don't understand what you're saying," I said defensively, pulling away slightly, but his grip remained firm.

"Really?" he said softly. "Then why are you so wet right now?"

My fingers clenched together, my legs pressing tightly against each other.

"I'm not."

He nodded slowly.

And then I felt his hand brushing against my inner thighs.

My eyes widened as his two fingers slipped inside my pussy.

I swallowed sharply.

"Hardin..."

"Didn't I tell you? You're so wet," he grunted, teasing his fingers inside me.

I couldn't speak.

He pulled out, and before I could react, he thrust back in.

I almost whimpered and I gripped his shirt.

He smirked dangerously. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

He twisted his fingers deep inside me, and I almost lost my balance, but his other hand pulled me closer, pressing my naked body against his.

My legs trembled on the floor. I bit my lip hard to suppress a moan.

My grip on his shirt tightened.

I wanted to remind him this was wrong, completely wrong, but I couldn't. I wanted this more than anything.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his fingers going deeper, making my whole body vibrate under his touch.

"Please..."

"Gosh!" I gasped.

Every part of me screamed that it was a mistake, yet my body refused to obey.

"Speak up!" he ordered, quickening his pace.

I nodded my head, My vision blurred, just like my mind did.

"Word!" he growled, commandingly.

"Yes. Don't fûcking stop... please." I sniffed.

Then he lowered his head to my chest, and I felt a cold bite on my nipple that nearly made me cry out.

His mouth closed around the nipple, sucking rawly, his tongue flicking against it, as if producing the sweetest milk in the world.

My knees weakened, but I couldn't lose my guard with his arm firmly around me. He caged me like he was never ready to let go anytime soon.

My head fell backward as my fingers slid into his hair, stroking it. His fingers were still moving inside me.

My lips parted, gasping for air. This dangerous obsessive feeling was sweeter than anything I'd ever tasted. I didn't want him to ever stop. He shouldn't stop.

I was so wet that I could feel every movement with ease. The scent of my own desire filled my senses.

He took my second nipple next. The one he had left sore.

I moaned, and it felt like I had begged him for more. He sucked so rawly I lost all sense of reality. My tears rolled down my cheeks.

"God.. don't stop." I cried, my legs trembling against the floor.

I yanked his hair roughly, but it didn't help. I bit down on his neck. "Yes... mm," I whimpered, the pleasure threatening to consume me.

"Tell me you love it. Say it, Elena," he roared against my skin, biting and sucking.

"Yes... I love it. Please," I gasped, pushing my chest closer to him.

When he finally let go, I could barely breathe. His eyes met mine again. His fingers left inside me. He licked them clean.

Redness flooded my cheeks. I could see the sinful hunger in his gaze, that matched my own.

Just like that, he lifted me like a leaf. Before I knew it, we were on his bed.

I lay flat on my back while he knelt between my spread thighs.

He shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You're so naughty. You're this soaked without me even doing half of what I planned for you yet?"

I avoided his gaze. He chuckled darkly, teasing. My breath caught in my throat.

"I don't stop when I had started something. Are you sure about this?" he asked.

My silence spoke volumes.

He gripped my thighs, and before I could process what he was about to do, his face buried itself between my legs.

His tongue flicked along my soaking folds, licking and teasing, his teeth gently grazing my clit.

I bit my lower lip, my fingers found their ways to my own body.

His teasing became dangerous and raw, forcing my lips to part in silent plea.

"Oh... Har... din..." I moaned, gripping the bedsheet for support.

He devoured me, his tongue fucking my hole while sucking at the clit.

My body trembling as I screamed.

I could hear him moaning as he feasted on me.

It began as a faint ache, slowly awakening through me.

It grew-sharper and faster, coursing through me like a wildfire.

I couldn't speak. I arched closer, fingers tangling in his hair, desperate and pleading.

I needed it; I begged him without words, the wave of my climax pressing down, suffocating.

Instead of slowing down, he pushed his two fingers inside me, fucking me while sucking at the same time.

My ears roared.

Fuck! He was a monster. That single, piercing stare had taken everything, my composure, my control. And here I was, enjoying it so much.

Then.

He suddenly stopped.

[Hardin's POV]

I could see the desperation in her eyes as I paused, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Tears glistened on her lashes, and when our gazes locked, a rush of something primal surged through me. I loved the way she looked in this moment-seductive, vulnerable, utterly captivating.

"Why... did you stop?" she asked, her voice low and innocent, reminding me of someone I could never forget.

A smile crept across my face, a sense of calm washing over me. I didn't care what might happen next; I wouldn't stop now.

"I want you to beg for it. Feel it before you come on my expensive nails," I said, my voice low and deep.

Her gaze softened.

"Beg for it," I urged, teasing my fingers against her clit.

"Please... let me come," she breathed, her nervousness evident.

"Good girls get good things," I murmured, a dangerous smile playing on my lips.

I could see her surprise as I unhooked my belt and unzipped my shorts. Her eyes widened as my cock sprang free, veiny and ready. She stared, fingers clutching the bedspread tightly.

"Are you scared?" I asked, pulling her hips closer to me.

She swallowed hard. "You... are so big," she mumbled, the words barely escaping her lips.

"I can still stop..."

"Don't stop. I want it inside," she interrupted, her voice firm yet trembling.

"Inside where?" I teased, rubbing the tip against her slick folds.

Her hips bucked forward. "Inside there... I want it."

Her voice was a sweet melody, igniting a fire within me. I couldn't wait to ruin her.

"Are you sure?" I asked again, pushing the tip inside just enough to elicit a whimper.

"Yes... please," she moaned.

With a steady, gentle motion, I pushed in fully, finding that hidden place of ecstasy she had never known. Her lips parted in a gasp, and she gripped the bedspread.

I clenched my jaw, overwhelmed by her perfection. Her walls hugged me tightly, as if I were made for her.

I pushed deeper, determined to leave her breathless. A deep groan escaped my lips, her tightness overwhelming.

I looked at her, sweat glistening on her forehead, lips trembling as she gasped for air. Leaning closer, I began to move again, my rhythm steady.

Her moans danced in my ears, and I bit my lip at the familiar sound. I kissed her ear softly. "Are you comfortable, Elena, or should I stop?"

"Please, don't stop. I want you. I'm very comfortable," she pleaded.

I stroked her hair gently, kissing her forehead. She smiled up at me, and my heart raced. My body pressed against hers as she wrapped her arms around me.

Then I moved a bit faster and rougher. She screamed, kissing my neck, as if to tell me I was hitting the right spot. When the sweetness became overwhelming, I returned to my normal pace-faster, deeper, rougher.

"Gosh..." she moaned breathlessly, kissing my neck again. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, igniting the guilt that tightened my chest. She was my best friend's daughter. But I couldn't stop.

The more she cried, moaned, and kissed me, the rougher I became, pushing her closer to the edge. I forgot everything else, lost in the feelings I craved the most.

"Oh my God!" she gasped as I thrust into her, her body shattering around me, warmth enveloping me. With a swift motion, I pulled her up, throwing her leg over my shoulder, driving deeper without giving her a moment to breathe. I was lost in the rhythm, consumed by the heat between us.

"Fuck!"

"Yes!"

"Harder!"

"Oh! I love it, Hardin!"

Her sultry moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of our bodies colliding. I studied her expression, reveling in her pleasure. Her hair fell across her face, eyes darting with excitement, mouth open in ecstasy, and her breasts bounced with each thrust. The mattress shook beneath us, echoing our connection.

"You love it?" I muttered, quickening my pace.

"Oh, yes. I love it," she cried out. "Please, fuck me more!"

A thrill coursed through me as I lifted her other leg onto my shoulder.

"Oh! Hardin! Yes!" she screamed, tears of pleasure glistening in her eyes.

"Hardin... I'm... I'm coming!" she moaned, her voice trembling. I wanted her to feel every moment, to know it in her soul. I didn't relent, feasting on her desire.

"Please..." she gasped, her body trembling beneath me.

"I'm..."

She bit her lip sharply, and when she finally let go, warmth enveloped me again.

"You love it when I handle you this way, don't you?" I cupped her face, brushing her hair aside, forcing her to meet my gaze. She exhaled a hot breath against my skin, looking utterly spent.

"Yes," she murmured, leaning in to kiss my lips. I smirked; she radiated the energy I craved.

I held her jaw, my cock still buried inside her, and locked our lips in a rough kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck, allowing me to taste her completely, like a devoted pet. She gasped, but then she suddenly broke the kiss.

I raised an eyebrow, our eyes locking. She bit her swollen lip, breathless. "I want..."

"I want to touch you too, Hardin," she said hesitantly, heartbeat quickening.

"Why?" I questioned, frowning.

"Please don't stop what you're doing with me. I just want to touch you..."

"This will be our first and last time together. Please, let me touch you too." She pleaded softly. "I want to take off your clothes and see you naked."

I fell silent, studying her.

"I want to do everything you do to me," she continued, her voice trembling. "Please, don't reject me."

"Why do you think this will be our last time?" I asked, holding her gaze.

She hesitated. A single tear rolled down her cheek, glistening in the dim light.

"Because you're my father's best friend," she uttered, the weight of her confession hanging heavily in the air.

In that moment, we both realized the gravity of our situation. The thrill of our connection was overshadowed by the consequences looming over us.

"This moment is what to us?" I asked, my voice low, almost a whisper.

"A mistake. We'll totally forget," she replied dryly, as if trying to convince herself as much as me.

And in that instant, I understood. Our minds were in sync; we both recognized this as a fleeting moment to satisfy our desire.

A sin.

[Elena's POV]

A Mistake We'll Totally Forget.

I stared into Hardin's eyes.

My words echoed in my mind and the intensity in his gaze mirrored my own turmoil.

He released me, and my heart skipped as he stepped back. Was he angry about what I had just said?

"Hardin... " I whispered, my voice trembling.

"You want to take off my clothes, right?" he said, raising his hands slightly, his eyes never leaving mine.

My fingers twisted at my sides, yearning to reach for him.

"Come on..." he muttered, his voice low and inviting.

A thrill coursed through me. I couldn't let this chance slip away-the chance to touch the man I had watched from the shadows for years.

Slowly, I sank to my knees, closing the distance between us. My throat tightened as my hands reached for his buttons. I didn't break eyes contact as I unfastened his shirt, letting it fall aside.

My palm grew damp as I traced the firm lines of his chest. Then I leaned in, pressing a kiss against his skin, my pulse racing.

His arms came around me, pulling me closer. I felt his breath warm against my skin, igniting something deep inside me.

"Don't stop," he muttered. "Do whatever you want with me. I'm all yours for this moment," he muttered, his voice calm yet filled with urgency.

My breath caught as a faint smile tugged at my lips.

I wanted to tell him how I felt.

But I had no idea what it would change between us.

I leaned in, capturing his lips with mine, and he responded with equal fervor, our tongues dancing together.

As the kiss deepened, I pushed him back onto the bed, breaking the connection. He chuckled darkly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.

Every nerve in my body lit up at the heat between us.

I pulled off his shorts, my heart racing as I took him in, then bit my lip, rolling my hair into a bun, and securing it with a band around my wrist.

With a deliberate slowness, I climbed onto him, kissing my way down his chest. My hands trembling as I cupped his cock gently.

"Don't worry. I'll be careful," I reassured him, watching as he relaxed under my touch.

I leaned in, kissing the tip before taking him into my mouth, my eyes locked on his.

He bit his tongue, and the sight fueled my confidence.

With a deep breath, I took him fully, feeling him hit the back of my throat. My vision blurred, and he groaned, the sound sending waves of pleasure through me.

"You're such a good girl, Elena. Faster," he urged, his voice thick with desire.

I didn't hesitate. I quickened my pace, choking slightly as saliva dripped from the corner of my lips. My hair fell loose around my face.

He grunted, tangling his fingers in my hair, guiding me faster, rougher. I could barely breathe.

"Fuck!" he cursed, his brows knitting together as he neared his climax.

I pushed him closer to the edge, and suddenly, he erupted, spilling himself across my face. I gasped, breathless and overwhelmed.

He exhaled, reveling in the mess he had created. I licked every drop, savoring the taste. "How was it?" I asked, climbing back onto him.

"Good," he murmured, adjusting my position.

Before I could react to his compliment, he thrust inside me, stealing my breath away. My eyes widened, and I swallowed hard.

"Ride me. I love it too," he commanded, spanking my ass, sending shockwaves through my body.

Trembling, I began to move, guiding myself on him, my head falling back in ecstasy.

He sat up, his hands gripping my waist, urging me to go faster, harder.

"Fuck! Hardin!" I cried out, my body shattering around him as I came again, clinging to him, kissing his neck, desperate for more.

I didn't want this night to end. I didn't want the rain outside to stop.

"Hardin, please don't stop," I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks, not for the pleasure, but from the realization that this moment was fleeting, a beautiful mistake that might never happen again.

He's my father's best friend.

He slowly pulled back, my arms still wrapped around his neck, his eyes searching mine for an answer.

I sniffed, my vision blurring as I struggled to hold myself together.

He wiped my tears away gently. "Are you okay?" His voice unraveled what little composure I had left.

"Yes," I muttered, clinging back to him tightly, my body still pressed against his as I cried.

He rubbed my back, holding me close. Neither of us spoke, as if words might break whatever fragile thing existed between us.

All of this softness felt like an illusion, a brief escape from the reality waiting for us.

A mistake.

And the worst part was-I didn't want it to be one.

But somehow, I already knew tomorrow would ruin everything.

___

Next Morning.

A strange heaviness settled over me as I woke up. I was still at Hardin's place, in the same room. I didn't expect him to be there anyway, so I wasn't too disappointed.

But what would I tell my parents about why I slept over?

I sighed and forced myself to sit up. A breeze drifted in through the open window, brushing against my hair. I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly.

The door creaked open.

I looked up to see Hardin standing where he had stood last night, a tray in his hands. He was dressed in a tailored suit, looking ready for work.

His gaze wasn't cold, but it lacked the softness from last night.

Our eyes met briefly before he walked over and set the tray on the stool beside the bed.

"Good morning," I muttered.

"I already told your parents you stayed because the rain stopped late," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "Don't worry about anything."

I nodded slowly, though something about his voice made my chest tighten.

"Have this. I'm leaving for work. My secretary will drop you off when you're done."

He turned to leave.

"It's your dress," he added, placing it on the bed without looking at me. "I had it cleaned."

He still wouldn't meet my eyes.

"You can skip work today," he said, already at the door, and then it closed behind him with a soft click.

My heart pounded as the silence settled in.

What was I expecting?

I bit my lip, burying my face in my hands as reality crashed over me.

But then my phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I reached for it.

A message from my mother flashed across the screen:

"Where are you, Elena? Your father is waiting. It's urgent."

I froze, my fingers tightening around the phone.

Hardin said he had already spoken to them.

So... what changed?

I took a deep breath, dread pooling in my stomach.

What if everything I thought had ended was just beginning?