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Chapter 35
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2026-03-19 20:11:02
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Yes Daddy- Crushing On My Father's Best friend Chapter 41
Kate's POV “Great. You’ve changed,” Jeremy said when I opened the door, voice low and a little rough around the edges.I nodded, suddenly hyper-aware of how his T-shirt hung loose on me—soft cotton brushing my nipples every time I moved, the hem skimming the tops of my thighs, barely covering the curve of my ass. The shorts were too big; the drawstring had slipped low on my hips, leaving a tempting strip of bare skin between fabric and shirt. I tugged at the hem self-consciously, feeling the air kiss the sensitive skin between my legs where I was still damp from the shower and my own guilty fingers.“Are you comfortable in those?” he asked, eyes tracing the line of my bare legs—slow, deliberate—before flicking back up to my face. His pupils were dark, throat working on a swallow he couldn’t hide.“Yes,” I said softly, voice catching just a little.He looked at me a beat longer—too long—gaze dropping again to where the shirt clung to the swell of my breasts, the faint outline of my ni
Yes Daddy- Crushing On My Father's Best friend Chapter 40
William's POV I stepped through the front door into the quiet of the mansion, the heavy oak clicking shut behind me like a final punctuation on the night. The foyer lights were dimmed low—soft golden pools on marble that did nothing to warm the sudden chill settling under my skin. My pulse hadn’t slowed since the arena; it thundered in my ears, steady and insistent, driving me forward.I didn’t stop in the living room. Didn’t pour the drink I usually needed after nights like this. I went straight upstairs—boots quiet on the carpet runner, hand trailing the banister like it might anchor me.Kate’s room.I stopped outside her door, chest tight. The hallway smelled faintly of her—vanilla from her shampoo, something floral and sweet that always lingered on the air after she passed. My knuckles rapped softly against the wood—once, twice.“Kate?”No answer.I leaned closer, ear almost to the panel, listening for the rustle of sheets, a soft breath, anything. Nothing. Just silence thick eno
Yes Daddy- Crushing On My Father's Best friend Chapter 39
Kate's POV We were heading down the familiar route toward Mr. William’s mansion—the long, tree-lined drive that always felt like crossing into another world. The streetlights flickered past in slow golden pulses, but every mile tightened the knot in my stomach. I couldn’t stop picturing that night months ago: headlights cutting across the driveway, Mr. William stepping out of his car with a woman on his arm—tall, laughing, her hand already slipping under his jacket as they disappeared inside. I’d lain awake until dawn, ears straining for every sound—her giggles echoing down the hall, the low rumble of his voice, the unmistakable creak of his bed frame, the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin that went on for hours. I’d pressed my thighs together under the sheets, clit throbbing uselessly, tears soaking my pillow while I imagined every filthy detail: his big hands spreading her thighs, his mouth on her neck, his cock sliding into her deep and slow while she moaned his name like a praye
Yes Daddy- Crushing On My Father's Best friend Chapter 38
Kate's POV As we drove off in Jeremy’s car, the city lights blurred past the windows in streaks of gold and red, but I barely saw them. The engine hummed low beneath us, steady and indifferent, while Jeremy’s voice filled the space—sharp, heated, looping the same furious thoughts over and over.“I shouldn’t have let him off so easily,” he muttered, knuckles white on the steering wheel. “I should go back there right now and give that old fool the beating he deserves. Why the hell did you stop me? After what he did to you—look at your face, Kate. Look at your dress. I should turn around—”His words washed over me like background noise. All I could think about was Mr. William back in that hallway, the woman in red already pressed against him again. I pictured her sliding back into his lap the second we left—her glossy lips finding his mouth, his big hands sliding up her thighs under that silk dress, fingers hooking into lace and tugging it aside while she moaned his name. I pictured him
Yes Daddy- Crushing On My Father's Best friend Chapter 37
Kate's POV I stared up at him—chest heaving, lips trembling—grateful and furious and aching in equal measure. Relief crashed through me like a wave, only to slam hard against the jealousy still smoldering deep in my veins, hot and ugly and impossible to ignore.“What does it matter to you?” I whispered, voice cracking, bitter. Another tear slipped free, trailing slow and hot down my cheek. “Ain’t you with someone? Go back to her. She’s probably waiting for you to finish what you started—finish messing around with her before you decided to play hero.”His eyes darkened—something raw and unguarded flashing through the storm-gray depths—but he didn’t pull away. His thumb stroked once more across my cheekbone, slow, deliberate, like he was tracing the shape of something precious he’d waited too long to touch. The pad of his finger lingered at the corner of my mouth, brushing the edge of my lower lip, sending a shiver racing straight between my thighs despite everything.Then he exhaled—s
Yes Daddy- Crushing On My Father's Best friend Chapter 36
William's POV “Oh Mr. Cartel, you are so naughty,” the woman—Sandra, maybe?—purred against my ear, voice thick with heat, body arching into every press of my hand.I’d already forgotten her name the second I wrapped my arm around her waist. It didn’t matter. Nothing about her mattered except the way she could be used as a shield, a weapon, a mirror to throw back at Kate everything she was throwing at me.“You have no idea,” I murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear, low enough that only she could hear the gravel in my voice.She giggled—high, breathy—tilting her head back so her throat was exposed, inviting. I took the offer. My mouth found the pulse point just below her jaw, teeth grazing skin, tongue flicking out to taste salt and perfume. My hand slid lower, cupping the full curve of her ass through silk, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp and grind against my thigh. She was soaked—I could smell it, sharp and musky, her arousal thick in the air between us. Her nipples wer
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