My name is Kate, and I have a secret I want to tell you. I'm in love with my best friend's grandfather. I know it's fucked up. He was my dad's friend. He basically watched me grow up. But I was, and I couldn't help it.

Every night when I go to bed, he's all I think about. Every touch, every time I use my vibrator, he's my motivation. I imagine him, his hands, his voice, his body over mine, and that makes me cum so hard my legs shake.

Even right now, I'm under my blanket, touching myself to a picture of him I googled online.

Enzo Forbes. The 52-year-old billionaire who runs Forbes Industries. He had my best friend's mom at 17, and Sophia, my best friend, was born when her mom was 16. Her mom's 34 now. Sophia and I both turned 18 about a month ago, and with age our sex drives are through the roof, but for me, no one but him turns me on.

"Kate? Can I come in?" Sophia's voice came from outside my room.

I quickly pulled my shorts up, even under the blanket, and sat upright, heart pounding. "Yes," I said, clearing my throat, trying to sound normal.

Sophia came in with a bright smile, carrying a tray of food. "You've been in bed all day. Are you feeling okay?" she asked kindly.

I smiled back. "Yeah, I'm good."

Sophia was so sweet, that's why I felt like shit for having these feelings about her grandfather.

"Just a little tired," I lied. She nodded, understanding.

Enzo's never been married. He and Sophia's grandma were high-school sweethearts, but it never went anywhere. He put everything into his career, that's why he's the richest man in Seattle. The way he carries himself, always so clean, so put-together... he doesn't even look 40. That makes him hotter to me.

"Brian and I are going to the beach," Sophia said. I nodded. "I know how you get after a long flight, so I'll let you sit this one out."

"Thank you."

She smiled, kissed my cheek, told me to eat, and left.

As soon as the door closed, I threw myself back on the bed and grabbed my phone to stare at his picture again.

What I would do to have him.

I was so in love with him that I came to Florida hoping, praying, there'd be a chance he'd look at me twice.

Sophia's the only active family he has, besides his daughter (who's coming this evening). They're throwing him a party tomorrow for his birthday. He loves golf and Florida is known for that.

I thought this party was my chance. Maybe with enough alcohol, he'd spare me a glance. I prepared: bought the sluttiest clothes I could find. When everyone's distracted, I'd have my shot to seduce him.

Brian's our friend, always the three of us, but I've noticed Brian and Sophia have feelings for each other, more than friends. I'm going to use that tonight.

I should have Enzo. At all costs.

I was drooling over his website photos when I heard a light knock.

"I didn't change my mind, Sophia. I'm not going," I said, she always did that.

"It's not Sophia. Can I come in?"

I jumped off the bed.

It was him. Enzo Forbes. The man I was plotting to seduce.

Last night when we arrived, I avoided him completely. I was terrified I'd do something stupid in front of him. But now... he was at my door, and I looked like absolute shit. Just out of bed, still in pajamas. Not sexy at all.

"Katherine?" he called. The way he says my full name always makes my heart race.

"I... not dressed," I said quickly, pacing.

"Well, get dressed then. I need your help." My brain short-circuited. He needed me. Before I could respond, the door opened and he stepped in.

He was already in a suit, tall, hair slicked back like a mafia boss, lips pressed tight, jaw sculpted sharp. When our eyes met, I melted. Those olive-green eyes were too intense, too perfect.

"You're not dressed?" he asked.

I snapped out of it and looked down: tiny sleep shorts, loose lazy shirt, messy hair over my shoulders, socks.

"I..." I almost said I meant not dressed for the day, like normal clothes, but then it hit, he heard 'not dressed' and still walked in.

That blew my mind. I slowly looked up at him, eyes widening. Did he hope to catch me naked? Did he want me the way I wanted him?

My nipples hardened under the thin shirt, no bra, and I felt a fresh rush of wetness between my legs just from him being in the room, staring.

"I know you're 18 now," he said.

"Y-yes." I sounded desperate.

"Be my date tonight."

I don't know if it was a question or a demand, but his tone, low, commanding, mixed with the words made my pussy clench. Nipples tight against the fabric.

He wanted me as his date? What were the odds.

I know what you're thinking. Kate going with him is a bad idea. You just touched yourself to his photo a minute ago, what will you do standing this close to him? Well, I guess we're going to find out. I said yes immediately.

"Great. Put on a jersey. It's windy outside." He almost turned to leave when I stopped him and asked what he meant.

"Just that... the party is at four. It's still twelve." I bit my bottom lip and looked away. God, he was so hot.

"Yes, exactly. We don't have much time."

"Much time?"

"We need to make you look the part. A lot of my judgy friends will be there." He said it casually, then turned and walked away, leaving me gasping for air.

I rushed to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, brushed my teeth. I didn't have much time. I hurried downstairs.

"Where's your jersey?" he asked the second I reached him. He'd been waiting.

"I didn't bring any." Honest. Everything I packed barely covered my body.

Enzo didn't reply. He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. "It's a little cold outside." I slipped it on and followed him, drowning in his cologne. It hit me like a drug, woodsy, expensive, masculine. My clit tingled instantly, a sharp pulse between my legs.

Outside, his driver opened the door for me. Enzo slid in on the other side. He gave an address and the car pulled away. I sat rigid, thighs clamped tight together. Hearing him give orders in that low, calm voice was too hot. My pussy clenched just from the sound.

"So, how is school? Ready for your SATs?" he asked.

I cleared my throat. "Good. School is good."

He nodded and talked about his own school days. But I wasn't hearing words. I stared at his lips, full, firm, imagining them on my neck, sucking my nipples raw, buried between my legs. I bet they'd burn. I bet he'd leave me marked.

"...So?"

"Huh?" I snapped back. He'd asked something. His stare said he knew exactly where my mind was.

"What field are you going into at college?"

"Oh. I'm still deciding."

"We offer an internship here."

"I'm bad at numbers. I can't do finance." But the thought of being near him every day, watching him work, smelling him, maybe sneaking into his office, made my thighs squeeze harder.

"Of course." He nodded, reached for his phone, and the conversation died. Thank god. I turned to the window and finally breathed.

We arrived at a high-end salon. They dolled me up: hair washed, styled sleek and sexy. A stylist brought dresses. Enzo picked a red off-shoulder one, tight, low-cut, hugging every curve. When I stepped out of the fitting room, he looked me over slow.

"You look gorgeous." His voice dropped. "That's the dress." He told the stylist. She nodded. I went back to change, heart hammering.

When I came out, they were gone. I stepped outside, he was paying. We both got what we wanted.

The ride home was quiet. Weird. But we made it back. Sophia and Brian were already there.

"Where did you go?" Sophia asked. She was in her dress already.

"She escorted me to see my designer," Enzo said, stepping in. He'd taken a call outside. "I hope you don't mind, but Kate is going to be my date tonight."

Sophia looked suspicious but nodded. "Okay, um, get ready then. We have to get there before Mom."

Before I could speak, Enzo cut in. "I prefer we arrive together."

"Your grandmother and her husband are going to be there. I'd like to get on her nerves, just a little." Sophia nodded. Then Brian appeared in his suit. Sophia's eyes lit up. She waved quick and they left without looking back.

"Wow. Seems we have the house to ourselves again." I said it nervously, biting my lip.

"Appears so." He answered, coming toward me.

I stood behind the kitchen counter. I thought he was heading for the fridge. Until he stopped right behind me. His body heat hit my back like a wall.

"I can smell you," he whispered. My spine stiffened. "In the car, I smelled you-wet, needy" His voice dropped lower. His hand slid to my thigh-slow, deliberate. I was in tiny shorts. His fingers slipped under the hem in seconds, brushing bare skin.

"Um..." I bit my lip harder.

"Do you like my touch?" he asked. I didn't see why I should lie. I nodded. "I want to hear you say it, Katherine. Use your words." His breath burned against the back of my neck. "Say it."

"Yes." I closed my eyes. "I like it."

"How much do you like it?" His fingers hovered, not moving yet. My whole body ached for it. If my teeth weren't on my lip and I wasn't wide awake, I'd think this was one of my dirtiest delusions. "Tell me where you want me to touch you."

I reached back, grabbed his hand, and guided it down, straight to where I was soaked and throbbing.

"Right here?"

"Yes, Papa. Right there." I moaned loud as his fingers found my dripping pussy, slick, hot, ready. His other arm locked around my waist, pinning me against the counter. "Oh fuck!" I cried when he slid one thick finger inside, slow, stretching me, curling deep to hit that spot that made my knees buckle.