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The air in the Miller household always smelled like cedar and expensive espresso—a sharp contrast to the stale popcorn and laundry detergent at my dorm. I was there to study with Chloe, but she’d bailed an hour ago for a "dating emergency," leaving me at her mahogany dining table with a mountain of psych notes and her father, Julian.

The house was silent, the storm outside rattling the windows, but all I could hear was the sound of my own pulse. I knew I should leave, but as Julian leaned in, closing the distance between us, I realized I’d been conditioned to crave this exact moment for months. Doing My Best Friends Father Gay Sex Stories [ ...

I looked up to see him leaning against the doorframe, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He’d shed his blazer, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing forearms that looked far too capable for someone who spent their days drawing blueprints. The air in the Miller household always smelled