What happens when I return early from a work trip to find my son throwing yet another party?

Annoyance. Exasperation. Temptation . . .

I'm tired, yearning for my bed, but I hadn't counted on the games my son and his friends play—or the one person who'd be waiting in my closet after everyone else is gone.

The guy who's been haunting my fantasies lately.

He's too beautiful. Too young. Too off-limits, being one of my son's best friends. And . . . on his knees for me. Oh god.

Contains mature themes.