The first time she sees Arlo, it’s like looking at Liam twenty years younger—same smirk, same knowing eyes, same way of making her body forget every reason she should walk away.
The second time, she’s beneath him, gasping as his hands map her like he’s memorizing her.
The third time, his father is watching. And she realizes she doesn’t want to choose.
She went to her college friend's son's gallery opening. Ended up in bed with him. Woke up to find his father — her old fling, her friend's husband — watching.
Klara knew it was messy to give into her taboo temptations for a father and son, though she could not disentangle herself from them. As much as she tried, she just kept getting in even more over her head. Just when she thought it could not get any crazier, a dynamic twist leaves her breathless and questioning everything.
