Novel-novel oleh Kimberly Wealth

Chapter 5Janessa's POV The knob twisted- the door cracked open.Mr. G shot up, still carrying me as my heart slammed against his.He kicked the door shut, just as it started to swing wide.A laugh floated through the hallway.“Oops, wrong room.”“Idiot, that’s Mr. Caldwell’s,” another voice whispered, hushed and guilty. Feet shuffled away, their laughter drifting into the distance.I stayed frozen against the wood, chest heaving, pussy throbbing.Eyes blown wide. Lips swollen. His body caged right between my thighs.The danger made it worse. The thought of someone almost walking in. Seeing me with my nightgown pulled up- his mouth where it shouldn't have ever been.His hand gripped the knob tight. Then he clicked the lock. His voice was raw. “Christ… if anyone sees…” He broke off, dragging a hand over his face. “I’ll lose my damn mind.”Then his mouth brushed my lips. Soft and Sorry.He pulled back a millimeter and stared at me like he wanted to memorize the view of me. I couldn'

Chapter 4Graham's POVI stayed in my room. To give them space. To stop looking.But I couldn’t.Every laugh dragged me back to the window. Every sound of water made me lean closer. And every time my eyes found her- Janessa- I lost myself.The way her body cut through the pool. The way water slid down her skin. Her curls stuck to her neck and back, her chest rising and falling.Christ.“Ten years as a widower, Graham. This is what you have to show for it.” I mocked. Nothing had done this to me. Nothing had ripped through my chest like this girl.I dragged a hand over my face, trying to breathe. But I couldn’t stop looking.Weak. Addicted.And then, her eyes flicked up. Straight to the house. To my window.My chest stopped. Did she know? Could she feel me watching?I jerked back, heart pounding. But seconds later, I leaned forward again like a fool. Like I couldn’t survive without seeing her.One of the girls floated close, leaning in, whispering against her ear. Janessa laughed, head

Chapter 3 Janessa's POVI yanked my hand back like I’d been burned.His skin was still hot, but the sound of Alesha's voice froze me harder than ice.“Dad?”“Nessa?”Her curious call drifted down the hallway. She wasn’t even in the room yet.But my heart still slammed in my chest like I’d been caught stealing.Mr. G didn’t move. His eyes stayed on mine, jaw tight, like the moment wasn’t over- like he was daring me to flinch first.Why did he have to look at me like that? Why did the air feel thick with everything we weren’t supposed to say?I shoved a breath out. “You should get up-”“Stay still.” He cut me off, low voice brushing over me. Stay still?With his daughter coming down the hall?With the heat of his body still too close to mine?I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to run. I wanted… I didn’t even know what I wanted, except the way his gaze dragged fire across my skin made me dizzy and my middle dripping wet.“Dad, what happened in the kitchen?” Alesha’s footsteps creaked

Chapter 2Graham's POV I wasn’t ready for her.I was in my kitchen, savoring the quiet and a good glass of wine. Next, she was here, filling the place with her scent, her dress accentuating her sultry figure in ways that made my jaw lock.Janessa.It had been five years since I’d last set eyes on her. Since she left for college, all ambition and fire. She was barely grown then, still inseparable from Alesha, still promising she’d come back to visit. But she didn't.Now?Now she walked like she owned the room. Confident. Sharp. Sassy. Every inch a woman. My throat went dry just looking at her.Her eyes had locked on me, bold and unflinching. “Does Mr. G know you’re drinking his expensive wine?” she teased, lips curving like she wasn’t scared of poking at me.Damn her. Did she know what that did to me?When she called me Mr. G, it hit low in my gut. I knew who she was. No one else ever called me that. Just her.Why just her?Her facial features were different- older, prettier. Fu

Chapter 1Janessa's POVThe house had always been my safe place.Today, it wasn’t.The familiar Cedar and sandalwood scent wrapped around me as I waltzed into my best friend, Alesha’s home.The place I’d spent half my childhood. But the man at the kitchen island wasn’t part of those memories.His shoulders were broad. Face, rectangular with a square jaw. Salt-and-pepper at his temples. And a shirt stretched across a chest that looked carved from stone.He leaned against the marble like he owned it, swirling red wine lazily in his glass.He definitely just wasn't any man. His aura screamed zaddy- if I ever saw one. Gosh. I almost licked my lips.I snapped myself out of my intrusive thoughts. What was I thinking?My pulse tripped and my palms went wet just looking at him.Damn. Who was he?“Hello, Sir… who are you?” My voice wavered, but I laced it with attitude.His grey eyes lifted calmly, locking on me.He didn’t answer. Just studied me, soft and deliberate. Like I was a puzzle he w