Chapter 18.
Isadora’s head rested gently on Alessio’s shoulder with a soft thud.
Her body quivered gently, still shuddering and trembling from the effect of her post-orgasm bliss.
But as the warmth lingered, a heavy weight settled in her chest. What am I doing? The thought hit her hard. This was her best friend’s dad. The man she should never be caught stealing glances at, let alone taking his fingers, moaning for him, and loving every feel.
Guilt pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe, but she squeezed her eyes shut, pushing the feeling out and forcing herself to stay in the moment and focus only on his touch.
Alessio moved his hand against her back, rubbing gently like he was smoothing her dress.
“That was a lot of juice,” he whispered into her ear, planting a gentle kiss
