Joseph slipped out of the bathroom, toweling off from his shower as he padded across the bedroom floor. The California sun streamed in through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the tousled sheets. Stopping in his tracks, Joseph blinked in surprise. Propped up against the pillows was none other than Heather, his best friend's daughter and the girl he'd always considered his goddaughter. And she was completely naked, her flawless skin on full display.

"Well, hello there, stranger," Heather purred, rolling to face him with a coy smile. "A girl could get used to this view."

Joseph felt his mouth go dry as he took in the sight of her. Heather was perhaps the most gorgeous creature he'd ever laid eyes on. A true knockout with curves in all the right places. Even as a baby, she'd been a cutie pie, and now, at the tender age of twenty, a devastation of beauty. Her long auburn hair fanned out around her head, her ocean eyes fixed on him with a coy smile. The fact that she was his oldest friend's only child didn't tend to matter when they were alone like this.

And as breathtaking as Heather looked sprawled out on his bed, Joseph knew firsthand that she tasted even better. He never passed up the opportunity to make her feel special through both his words and actions. Lots and lots of those steamy, pulse-pounding actions…

"Heather, what are you doing here?" Joseph asked, trying to sound stern despite the growing interest in his towel.

She let out a throaty chuckle. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm waiting for you to come and take responsibility for what you started last night."

Last night... a wave of memories came flooding back. Drinks and dinner at his place, Heather dropping by like she often did. One thing leading to another. Clothes coming off as old desires finally unleashed. Their lips and hands roaming everywhere, relearning each other in the most intimate ways.

Joseph taking her up against the wall, her legs locked around his waist. Gasps and moans echoing off the darkened living room walls. The slick slide of skin on skin as he filled her again and again until they collapsed together in a sweaty tangle on the hardwood floor...

"I thought we agreed, no repeats," Joseph said weakly, knowing he was fighting a losing battle against the heat unfurling low in his gut.

Heather rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You're just trying to resist your own depravity. Well, I'm not letting you off the hook that easily."

She rose from the bed with a sinuous grace, sauntering over to him with a sway to her hips. Joseph swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. His towel started to tent up in a very telling way.

"You can't tell your dad," he said, his voice strained. "I wouldn't… I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"Relax, Godfather," Heather smirked, reaching out to palm the straining bulge. "I'm no blabbermouth. Now be a good boy and fuck me already. I'm dripping for you."

A low groan left Joseph's throat at her touch. He was putty in her expert hands. In seconds, his towel dropped, forgotten to the floor. But as Heather sank gracefully to her knees, his head fell back with a shuddering gasp. Suddenly, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be on the giving or receiving end of her generosity.

Heather answered that question for him when she inserted his meat stick into her lips and down her throat. For a twenty-year-old, she was extremely skilled with her mouth. She licked and slurped his shaft, twisting her tongue around his head and expertly kissing his balls.

When she finished, she stood up and returned to the bed, leaving Joseph to recover on his own. Joseph opened his eyes to find Heather lying on the bed.

Heather was a vision splayed out on his duvet. Her pert breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples already puckered in anticipation. The gentle curve of her waist flared out to hips that made a man weak in the knees. And between those shapely thighs, her womanhood glistened, perfectly framed by neatly trimmed auburn curls.

Joseph swallowed hard, his rigid cock hard as a cement pole, pointing due north like a compass needle. Heather's eyes raked over him hungrily as he climbed onto the bed, covering her body with his own.

"Baby girl," he groaned as he claimed her mouth in a heated kiss. Heather mewled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their tongues tangled languidly as they kissed, savoring the taste of one another.

Joseph's hands roamed her body, mapping out her curves and contours. He cupped the heavy weight of her breasts, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers. Heather arched into his touch, her hips undulating against his throbbing arousal.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down the column of her throat. Heather tilted her head back with a gasp, giving him better access. Joseph didn't hesitate, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin until he reached her breasts.

She was perfect, and the taste of her was something he craved constantly. Joseph took one rosy nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the areola before suckling deeply. Heather whimpered and tangled her fingers in his hair, pushing him closer. He obliged, moving to lavish the same attention on its twin.

They made love slowly, worshipfully. Joseph took his time reacquainting himself with every inch of Heather's body. The dip of her navel, the jut of her collarbone, the silky heat between her thighs. He kissed, licked, and nipped his way down her quivering body until he settled between her legs.

With a rumble of approval, Joseph buried his face in her folds, lapping at the abundant moisture. Heather cried out, fisting the sheets as he tongued her slick slit. He circled her sensitive pearl before sucking it between his lips, and she shattered.

"Joseph!" Heather wailed, back bowing off the bed as she came undone. He worked her through her climax, continuing to lap at her quivering flesh until she collapsed back against the mattress, panting.

Joseph crawled up her body to blanket her with his larger frame. Heather gazed up at him, her blue eyes hazy with satisfaction and rekindling desire. "My love," she whispered, cupping his face and pulling him down for a tender kiss.

He returned the kiss softly, then moved to nuzzle her neck as he positioned himself at her entrance. "My heart," Joseph breathed, before pushing forward to join them as one.

They both groaned at the exquisite sensation of him filling her so completely. Joseph took a moment to savor the way her heat gripped him like a velvet vise. Then he began to move, thrusting in and out of her welcoming body.

Their lovemaking was a sensual dance, one they'd choreographed over countless clandestine encounters. Joseph braced himself on his forearms, gazing down at Heather's passion-glazed face as he rocked into her. She met him thrust for thrust, rolling her hips to take him deeper.

"Harder," she urged, nails scoring down his back. "Please, Joseph, I need..."

He didn't let her finish, pistoning his hips faster. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust. Heather moaned, her inner muscles starting to flutter around him.

"That's it, baby, cum for me," Joseph panted, sweat beading on his brow from the intensity of their coupling. "Cum all over my cock."

Heather wailed as she came apart in his arms, her release gushing out to coat his thrusting shaft. The rhythmic clenching of her sex was his undoing. With a hoarse shout, Joseph buried himself to the hilt and followed her over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside her spasming sheath.

They collapsed together, boneless and sated. Joseph gathered Heather close, uncaring of the mess they'd made. He kissed her temple tenderly as she curled into him, both of them drifting off into a contented doze.

It was only later, as he woke alone in his bed, that unease crept in. Joseph sat up with a start, scanning the room for any sign of Heather. But his bed had been made, no indication that his gorgeous goddaughter had ever been there.

Had it all been a dream? A forbidden fantasy born of his darkest desires?

Joseph didn't know. He only knew that regardless of what his heart, and body, yearned for, he needed to push these feelings down. Heather was off-limits, and he needed to respect those boundaries. Even if it killed him.

With a heavy sigh, Joseph threw off the covers and stood. He had a long day ahead and a lot to atone for. But for now, he'd bask in the phantom taste of Heather on his lips and dream of stolen moments that would remain forever forbidden.