Chapter 1: Bubbles and Boundaries
I’ve always been a planner, the kind of girl who has her entire life mapped out in color-coded spreadsheets. So, when I graduated college with honors, I knew exactly how I wanted to celebrate—a winter getaway with Dad to a cozy cabin in the mountains. Just the two of us, a roaring fire, and a hot tub overlooking the snowy peaks. Perfect, right? Except, in true Ana fashion, I forgot my damn bathing suit.
Here we are, the first evening of our escape, and the hot tub is steaming under the starry sky, beckoning us with its promise of relaxation. My tight, curly black hair is piled high in a messy bun, and my big brown eyes are probably screaming ‘idiot’ as I stand there in an oversized T-shirt and a pair of borrowed boxers from Dad’s suitcase. Petite and fit, sure, but still soft in all the right places, I’m not exactly dressed for seduction. Yet.
‘Dad, I can’t believe I forgot my suit. This is ridiculous,’ I groan, dipping a toe into the bubbling water. It’s heaven against the crisp winter air.
He chuckles, already submerged up to his broad shoulders, his eyes glinting with amusement. ‘Ana, you’ve got a brain for quantum physics but can’t remember a swimsuit? C’mon, hop in. That shirt’ll do. I won’t peek.’
I roll my eyes, smirking as I peel off the boxers—keeping the T-shirt on for modesty—and slide into the water. The heat wraps around me like a lover’s embrace, and I can’t help but sigh. ‘Fine, but if this shirt shrinks, you’re buying me a new wardrobe.’
‘Deal, princess. Now, stop stressing. You just graduated. Let’s celebrate.’ His voice is warm, teasing, but there’s a protective edge to it that always makes me feel safe. We clink imaginary glasses, laughing as the jets massage my back. I scoot closer, the water sloshing between us, and rest my head on his shoulder. Cuddling in a hot tub isn’t weird, right? It’s just... cozy.
‘Dad, my shoulders are killing me from all that finals stress. Think you could work your magic?’ I bat my lashes, knowing full well he can’t resist helping me out.
He raises a brow, a sly grin tugging at his lips. ‘Magic, huh? You’re lucky I’m a certified knot-untangler. Turn around, kiddo.’
I pivot, facing away, and his strong hands find my shoulders, kneading into the tight muscles with a precision that makes me melt. A soft moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. ‘Oh, Dad, that’s... wow. Don’t stop.’
His fingers pause for a split second, then resume, his voice a little huskier. ‘Careful with those sounds, Ana. You’ll give a man ideas.’
I glance over my shoulder, catching the heat in his gaze, and a wicked smile curves my mouth. ‘What kind of ideas, Dad? I’m all ears.’ My tone is sharp, playful, daring him to cross a line we’ve both been tiptoeing around all evening.
The air between us crackles, the steam rising like our unspoken tension. His hands slide lower, brushing the curve of my back, and I arch into his touch, the water making every sensation sharper. ‘Ana, you’re playing a dangerous game,’ he warns, but his grip tightens, pulling me closer until I’m half on his lap, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of my shirt.
‘Maybe I like danger,’ I whisper, my brown eyes locking with his, challenging him. My heart’s pounding, and I can feel the shift, the moment where ‘Dad’ starts to feel like something else entirely. ‘What’re you gonna do about it... Daddy?’
His breath hitches, and I know I’ve got him. The hot tub suddenly feels too small, too intimate, as the line between family and forbidden blurs into something deliciously wrong. And I’m ready to dive in headfirst.
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