Screwing My Bestie's Hot Dad

Avery's POV

I could barely breathe from the excitement. I had checked my luggage a thousand times, making sure nothing was left behind. Standing by the window, I waited anxiously for my best friend and her insanely hot father. As long as I could remember, I’d been hopelessly infatuated with Sebastian Blackwood.

Sebastian and Mia moved to our neighborhood when I was in fourth grade. We’d been inseparable ever since. He was a professor at Harvard Law School, the kind of man who commanded attention the moment he stepped onto campus—a brilliant mind, a commanding presence, and the head of the vast Blackwood family empire. Every summer, they returned to their seaside ancestral home for a month-long vacation. Sebastian had promised to take me along once I turned eighteen.

Just last month, I finally hit that milestone.

I’d spent my entire teenage life like some celibate nun, waiting for this day. The boys in high school never stood a chance—they were childish compared to Sebastian as my benchmark. His cool demeanor at the podium, the tightly buttoned collar of his dress shirts, the way his long fingers adjusted his glasses from time to time—nobody else measured up. I’d waited too long.

Now, I had thirty days to make him see I wasn’t just the little girl tagging along behind Mia anymore.

When the doorbell rang, my heart nearly leaped out of my throat. I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag, and bolted downstairs.

Sebastian Blackwood stood at the open door, chatting with my parents. I froze halfway down the stairs, struck dumb. He wasn’t in his trademark suit today. Instead, he wore a fitted, deep black T-shirt that clung to his broad chest and muscled arms, outlining a physique that could make any woman drool. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses, those deep brown eyes looked like ancient, unfathomable pools.

“I assure you, she’ll be perfectly safe,” Sebastian said to my parents, his voice low and magnetic, carrying an undeniable authority. “You have my personal number. Call anytime.”

I flashed what I hoped was a dazzling smile, though my knees trembled. Then Mia burst in, throwing her arms around me in a giant hug.

“This is gonna be the best summer ever!” she squealed, her face lit with excitement.

As we said goodbye to my parents and headed toward the dock, Sebastian casually took my heavy travel bag. His hand brushed my shoulder as he lifted it, and in that split second, a jolt of electricity shot through me. My nipples hardened under my bra, and heat flooded my cheeks.

For this trip, Sebastian hadn’t booked a crowded flight. Instead, he’d reserved a private suite on the Blackwood family’s top-tier luxury cruise liner.

By the time we reached the dock, the sky had darkened, and the enormous cruise ship gleamed under the port lights like a silver fortress. I gaped at the sheer size of the vessel we were about to board. Mia laughed, hopping out of the car and racing toward the boarding ramp, while Sebastian stayed back, offering me his hand.

His large palm enveloped mine, sending a searing warmth through my skin.

“You look excited, Avery,” he said, his gaze piercing into me with an intensity I couldn’t decipher.

“I’m… very excited,” I managed to reply, though the heat of his stare had already left me soaked beneath my clothes.

He didn’t let go.

Instead, his thumb grazed my palm, his eyes slowly tracing down to my slightly parted lips before locking back onto mine. A secretive, almost feral smile curled his lips as he leaned in, his voice a low murmur against my ear.

“I’m looking forward to this vacation too, Avery. There are plenty of ‘lessons’ we need to work on… privately.”

His words, paired with the hot breath against my neck, drew a tiny whimper from me. He raised a brow but said nothing more, only gesturing for me to follow him.

Stepping into the opulent interior of the cruise ship, one thought consumed me: God, how am I supposed to survive the next few days on this ship without throwing myself at this untouchable professor?