"No, Liam... we can’t," Abigail whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of arousal and guilt, as his hand slid up her thigh, higher than it ever had before.

The room was dimly lit, the glow from the TV casting shadows over the couch where they sat. The wineglass in her hand trembled, the red liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the confusion swirling in her mind. She should stop him. She knew she should. But the hormones coursing through her body, amplified by the alcohol, made it impossible to think straight.

Liam’s fingers traced lazy circles on her skin, inching toward the hem of her dress. "You’re so tense, Abigail," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, almost soothing. "I can help you relax. You don’t have to fight it anymore."

She closed her eyes, swallowing hard. Why was this happening? Why couldn’t she just push him away like she had before? Her body betrayed her, heat pooling low in her stomach as his touch grew more insistent. She felt his breath against her neck, warm and inviting, and a shiver ran down her spine.

"Josh... he’ll be home soon," she managed to say, though the words felt hollow even to her ears.

Liam chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear. "Josh is working late, remember? He won’t be back until tomorrow. We have all night, Abigail. Let me take care of you."

---

It had started innocently enough. Or at least, that’s what Abigail had tried to convince herself. Liam had moved in a few weeks ago, after his divorce from Josh’s mother. Abigail had felt sorry for him, offering him the spare room out of a sense of obligation. But from the moment he arrived, something felt off.

He was charming, sure, and he had a way of making her laugh, but there was a look in his eyes that made her uneasy. A look that lingered too long when she bent over to pick something up, or when she walked past him in her yoga pants. She tried to brush it off, chalking it up to her imagination. After all, he was her father-in-law. Surely, he wouldn’t…

But then the touching started. At first, it was subtle—a hand on her arm, a brush against her back. She’d flinch, moving away, but he’d act like it was nothing, like it was just his way of being friendly. Over time, she stopped reacting, partly because she didn’t want to make things awkward, but mostly because the hormones from the fertility meds were wreaking havoc on her body.

The doctor had warned her about the side effects. "Increased libido is common," he’d said, as if that explained everything. But nothing could have prepared her for the constant, gnawing hunger that seemed to consume her. She felt like a stranger in her own body, every touch, every glance, sending jolts of electricity through her veins.

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The night had started like any other. Josh had called to say he’d be working late, and Abigail had resigned herself to another evening alone with Liam. She’d opened a bottle of wine, hoping it would take the edge off. But with every sip, the tension between them grew, until it felt like the air was crackling with electricity.

They’d been watching a movie, though neither of them was really paying attention. Abigail could feel Liam’s eyes on her, and when his hand had first landed on her thigh, she’d frozen. This was it. This was the moment she’d been dreading.

"Liam... please," she’d murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

But he hadn’t stopped. Instead, he’d moved closer, his breath hot against her skin. "You’re so beautiful, Abigail," he’d said, his voice thick with desire. "I’ve been thinking about this for a long time."

She’d wanted to protest, to push him away, but the words caught in her throat. Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch in ways she didn’t want to admit. It felt wrong. It was wrong. But the warmth spreading through her, the way her heart raced, it was impossible to ignore.

---

Back in the present, Liam’s hand was under her dress now, his fingers teasing the edge of her panties. Abigail’s breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She should stop him. She knew she should. But the thought of his hands on her, of finally giving in to the cravings that had been tormenting her, was intoxicating.

"Abigail," Liam whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "You don’t have to fight it. Let me give you what you need."

She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with uncertainty. Could she really do this? Could she let him…?

Before she could answer, his lips were on hers, hot and demanding. She moaned softly, her body melting into his as he deepened the kiss. Her hands moved of their own accord, tangling in his hair as he pulled her closer.

The rational part of her brain was screaming at her to stop, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming need that had taken hold of her. She was weak, and she knew it. But in that moment, she didn’t care.

Liam’s hand slipped inside her panties, his fingers finding her slick and ready. She gasped, her hips bucking against his touch as he teased her, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.

"Liam…" she moaned, her voice trembling with need.

"Shhh," he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck. "Just let it happen, Abigail. You’re so wet for me. You want this, don’t you?"

She nodded, unable to form coherent words as he continued to stroke her, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. This was wrong. So wrong. But it felt so good.

Suddenly, he pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and the realization of what was about to happen sent a jolt of fear and excitement through her.

"Liam…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We can’t…"

But he silenced her with another kiss, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself against her entrance. "Yes, we can," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You need this, Abigail. Let me give it to you."

And then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he was inside her. Abigail’s breath caught, her body arching against his as he filled her completely. It was wrong. It was so wrong. But as he began to move, she couldn’t think about anything but the pleasure coursing through her.

"Tell me you want this," Liam growled, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust into her.

"I… I want it," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body moved with his.

"That’s it," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Let me take care of you, Abigail."

And in that moment, she did. She let go, giving herself over to the pleasure, to the sensation of him inside her, moving in perfect rhythm. It was wrong. But it felt so, so right.

As Liam’s thrusts grew more urgent, Abigail felt herself edging closer to the brink. She clung to him, her moans growing louder as the pleasure built, threatening to overwhelm her.

"Liam… I’m gonna…" she gasped, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

"Let it happen, Abigail," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "Come for me."

And she did, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her head thrown back as he continued to thrust into her, driving her higher and higher.

"Good girl," Liam murmured, his hands gripping her hips as he moved faster, his own release close. "Take it, Abigail. Take what you need."

And she did, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm as he finally let go, his release filling her. She moaned softly, her body going limp against his as he held her close.

They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling as they came down from the high. It was wrong. It was so wrong. But as she lay there, her body still humming with pleasure, Abigail couldn’t bring herself to care.

"Josh…" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Liam chuckled softly, his hands stroking her back. "He’ll never know," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "This is our little secret, Abigail. Just you and me."