Can I Come Over

It all started with a sex scene…



Well, I was failing to write a sex scene.



As an author of over fifty smut books, I was struggling to do what I did best. So, for fun, I asked one of my best online friends for some help.



I really shouldn’t have done that…



He wrote the scene far better than I ever could, and seven months of platonic, yet-flirty friendship were wiped away in ten minutes.



He asked to meet me in person…



We’d previously agreed to keep things digital, to remain faceless friends—since he was forty-two, and I was twenty-six, but neither of us could resist.



When I saw him at the airport, I was instantly attracted to him.



But I knew, right then and there, that we could never be.



It turns out that the man I’d been talking to for the past several months was the last person I expected.



The last person I should ever think about…



He’s my dad’s best friend.