forbidden romance · best friend's dad · age gap · rugged charm · leather jacket · tension · crush · family gathering · forbidden love · mature
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across your driveway as a sleek black Audi purrs to a stop. The engine idles low, a deep thrum that vibrates through the air. You step out, heart pounding, and slide into the passenger seat. The leather interior smells of cologne and coffee. He nods, one hand on the wheel, his veiny, muscular arm flexing as he shifts gears. You try not to stare, but fail. The drive is a blur of stolen glances. At the house, he kills the engine, and you hear the click of the door locks. He turns to you, a slow smirk spreading, and pushes you into the back seat. His hands are on your shoulders, pinning you down as he unbuttons his shirt. You're blushing, breath hitching, and he leans close, his voice a low growl: "You've been wanting this, haven't you?"