Although...what could be worse than finding the dildo?
Hmmm.Let me think.How about naked pictures of Dad?
Whoa, don’t go there...
Eyes fixed on the screen; I drifted the mouse cursor down and clicked open the file.The soft click was drowned out by the sound of my own breath catching.
Wow!
Just...wow.
Well, Dad had good taste in men, because the guy filling the screen was stunning.All ‘fuck-me eyes’ and olive skin over lean muscles that my fingers itched to touch.
The irony wasn’t lost on me — that Dad must’ve thought the same thing.
But who was this guy?
And more importantly, how would I find him?
Google.Reverse image search.
His face had to be online somewhere.
I couldn’t stop looking.His eyes and smile were captivating.Like looking into twin pools of melted chocolate and just as dreamy.
On a whim, I snapped a pic and looked it up.
The results came back immediately.One stood out from the surprisingly long list.
Ashton’s website.
I clicked the link without thinking, gaze fixed on the countdown timer before his next livestream.
I felt a surge of excitement and desire as my trembling finger hovered over the watch now button — heart racing, anticipation growing.
All I had to do was hit the link.
A strange warmth spread through me as I felt myself falling under his spell, a potent magic in his eyes.Imploring me.
I didn’t want just to see more.
I needed to.
Nearly as much as I needed my next breath.
Click.
