by Olivia Blake
(5.00 from 1 review)
This couldn’t be happening. What the hell had I done? I’d kissed my boyfriend’s father. He’d kissed me. And sweet God, how I wanted him to do it again.
I should have felt guilty for kissing her, but I didn’t. I didn’t give a fuck that she was half my age, or my son’s girlfriend. I didn’t care about anything, except somehow taking her away from him and claiming her for my own.