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Daddy's best friend and me

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last update Date de publication: 2025-07-28 08:55:21

Daddy's best friend and me

Sienna’s POV

I shouldn’t have been there. That was the first thought that crossed my mind as I set my suitcase down in the grand entryway of his house. The second was that I wasn’t going anywhere.

I watched as he closed the door behind me, his sharp gaze scanning over me in a way that made my skin prickle. Nathaniel Holt—my father’s best friend, the man I had wanted for years. And now, for reasons entirely beyond his control, I was staying under his roof.

“Are you su
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    3Maya.I woke up tangled in someone else’s sheets, the sun already burning pale gold through Harper’s window. For a moment, I forgot where I was, how heavy my limbs felt, how my skin still tingled in places I’d only dreamed of being touched. Then it all came flooding back—the kitchen, Julian’s hands in my hair, his mouth hot and desperate, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue.Harper was already up, humming tunelessly in the bathroom. I lay perfectly still, eyes wide, heart pounding in my chest. How was I supposed to act normal after last night? What would I say to Julian—hi, thanks for fingering me on the counter and letting me suck you off in your family kitchen? Heat prickled at the back of my neck.Harper appeared in the doorway, toothbrush in hand. “You’re up. Miracle.”I forced a smile. “Couldn’t sleep.”She grinned, oblivious. “Dad made pancakes. I told him to save you some but you know how he is, he’ll eat half the batch before you get downstairs.” She ducked back in

  • Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica)    2

    2Maya.The first week home felt like living in a time warp—every day the same, sunlight drifting through heavy curtains, Harper’s laughter in the background, the low hum of the TV at night. Sometimes it was easy to pretend things hadn’t changed at all. Sometimes I’d catch Harper watching her dad across the living room, and the ache in her eyes made my stomach twist.But I was here for the summer, a fact I kept repeating to myself, as if saying it enough times would make me feel less like an intruder and more like family.Tonight was one of those sticky, restless nights where nothing settled right. Harper crashed early, curled up on her side with her phone still clutched in her hand, breathing even and soft. The air in her room felt thick, so I slipped out, pulling the door shut with barely a click.Down the hallway, moonlight pooled on the floorboards, silver and cool. I padded barefoot downstairs, the old steps creaking just enough to make me wince. In the kitchen, the lights were o

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  • Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica)    10

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  • Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica)    9

    9Vivian.There was a knock on the door—three sharp raps that echoed through the house and set my nerves jangling. For a heartbeat, I thought it was Gerald, home early again, keys forgotten, arms full of flowers and forgiveness. But it wasn’t. It was worse.Mrs. Radley stood on the porch, her mouth tight, her eyes bright with curiosity and something else—suspicion, maybe, or just the mean-spirited thrill of neighborhood gossip. She clutched her cardigan to her chest and peered past my shoulder, as if she might catch a secret floating in the hall behind me.“Vivian,” she said, her voice sugary and false. “Is Gerald home?”I shook my head, throat tight. “He’s away for work.”She smiled, the kind of smile that never reached her eyes. “I saw Landon’s car out front. He’s such a handsome young man these days. Spends a lot of time at home, doesn’t he?”I forced a laugh. “He’s just home from college for the summer. It’s nice to have him around.”Mrs. Radley lingered, gaze darting past me agai

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