All Chapters of Tempted by My Brother's Best Friend (Age Gap Romance): Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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Second Bonus Scene Bratty Badboys

Bonus Scene 2Kyle“I’m still unsure about it,” I said, eyeing Caleb’s death machine aka his motorcycle. I sighed when he put a helmet on my head and strapped it up, his lips curling. “Don’t be a pussy,” he said in a sing-song voice and pulled me close. “I was a good boy when Anna was my backpack, so now it’s your turn.” His body pressed against mine and the setting sun made shadows of his lashes on his cheeks. His shaved jaw felt perfect in my hand as I recently kissed his lips, humming at the taste of mint and cinnamon. I tried to pull back to breathe, but his hand squeezed my ass, making me gasp, his kiss turning deeper. It made blood rush to my nether region. My hands clenched around his leather jacket as hi

1 - You’re Safe with Me

Part One“I want to be your Sugar Daddy.”1 - You’re Safe with MeChelsea“Kneel for me, good girl.” My lips parted and the tray I was holding wobbled. “W-what?” I asked in a disbelieving voice.I didn’t know what I had signed up for. Last week, I was drunk and sobbing to my best friend about how Caleb, a guy I used to have a crush on, was dating not one, but two people, and they were both extremely hot. It was a minor rebound crush because my previous relationship ended terribly. I was hollow and lying in bed with no motivation to get up when Maya had called me and asked me about my gaunt appearance.I had graduated with a business major, but I was unemployed and my rent was due. Returning to Coral Springs

2 - Princess

2 - PrincessSeanIt wasn’t ideal to have a meeting with my colleague at a strip club, but it was private, cozy with perfect drinks and pretty women. Especially her. My hand ran through her silky, soft strands of golden hair. She was tense in the beginning, but after a few minutes, she had relaxed, being a good girl and kneeling for me. I didn’t make strangers kneel for me, but it had been such a long time since I played with someone. The broken engagement still stung, and I hadn’t gone on dates my mom set up for me (even though I’m in my forties) or took anyone home for play.But there was something innocent, yet carefree, about her.

3 - Pound My Cake, Daddy

3 - Pound My Cake, DaddyChelseaI wish I had a filter in my mouth. Because sometimes, I blurted out things that shouldn’t be said out loud. But I couldn’t help it. He was tall and extremely handsome. And rich. Maybe I needed a rebound sex.My throat dried up when his piercing dark eyes looked down at me from his glasses. There was an air of authority around him. Power. Control. It made my knees weak, and I wished I was kneeling in front of him instead of standing. He made me feel shy but curious. His hand lifted to cup my cheek, his touch feather light making me want to press my cheek in his palm to feel the warmth of his skin. His cologne was light and musky, my nose itching to bury itself in his chest. “Do you want me to fuck you, Princess?” He asked, gentle deep voice purring filthy things. He was unreal. How could someone be that hot and have a deep voice? His fingers arched my face up to meet his eyes and not look anywhere else. “Do you want to be fucked by your Daddy, hm?”

4 - Thirsty

4 - ThirstyChelseaI rolled my eyes so hard that I was surprised I didn’t lose them in the back of my skull. I got further irritated by the sound of his chuckle, his deep voice making my hands clammy, especially when he looked at me from the corner of his eyes, mirth gleaming in them. “Weirdo,” I murmured underneath my breath and crossed my arms, looking out of the window to hide the blush rising in my cheeks. I couldn’t remember the last time a guy made me blush. Maybe in fourth grade when my classmate shared his favorite pen with me and told me to keep it since it had glitter in it. This strange, handsome man definitely surpassed my fourth-grade crush. “I am curious,” he started when we reached a fancy tall building with closed gates. I watched him type something on his phone making the gates open. He smoothly drove down the basement to the parking lot. “Why are you working at the Heaven club?” I blinked at him when he parked the car in the almost-empty parking lot. The only o

5 - Impress Me, Princess

5 - Impress Me, PrincessSeanI didn’t have to ask her for her answer.I knew she wanted it. Her pretty doe eyes were glazed, thinking about it.My cock filling up her pretty mouth and stretching her plump lips. My dick twitched at the optic as sexual tension hovered in the air. I wanted to bend her over and spank her for teasing me. Instead, I nodded at the paper. “Bank details, Princess.” She licked her lips, looking down at the plain page before looking up at me. Her doe eyes gleamed with lust as she asked, “What do you mean by services?” I didn’t like it when she didn’t address me by my name or Daddy. But I had met her a few hours ago, so it was fair. Soon. I will make her scream my name soon. “You spending time with me. Non-sexually.” I knew she had more questions, wondering why didn’t I want to fuck her, but I continued, “I’ll show you the guest room so you can shower, and then we can eat something.” She closed her mouth and even though there was defiance in her blue eyes

6 - Or What?

6 - Or What?ChelseaSean was nice. He was very sweet and let me bake chocolate mousse cake from scratch while he watched from the island stool. It was even better than baking at home since he had all the expensive unused equipments. Not to mention, having an eye candy like him watch me bake made my chest feel light, my mouth babbling on about each step. I wanted to impress him with my profound knowledge of vanilla essence and granulated sugar.But I had a long shift at the strip club and couldn’t stop yawning or rubbing my eyes when they got teary. Of course, he noticed. “Go to bed,” Sean said, his voice firm and leaving no room for argument. He stood up from the stool, his hair falling over his brows, making him look younger. “No, it’s fine,” I said, waving my hand. He raised a brow. “I wasn’t asking, Princess.”That damned word. It was just a word. But I had imagined being a princess when I was a little girl, hoping I’d grow up into a pretty woman and marry a handsome young p

7 - Auction Night

7 - Auction NightSean My jaw clenched, and I slammed the file on my office table, making my colleague and secretary jumpy. Even after a morning workout, my neck, shoulders, and arms were still tense. Massaging my temple, I tried to relax. “What got your panties in a twist?” Derek asked, going through a superhero comic book. It was one of my favorites and that collection was special and cost me around fifty grand. “Nothing,” I lied, leaning back in my chair and rolling up the sleeves of my shirt. “Do we have anymore client meetings?” I asked Paige, our very pregnant secretary, who never took my shit and kept me in check. “Sean, you have that small landlord case on your desk, and Derek, you have a meeting at three to meet the dermatologist who filed a divorce. The one with pink hair.”“I’m on it, ma’am,” he said, keeping the comic book on the desk before standing up and looking at me.I eyed the file and stared at her, almost pouting. “Do I really have to?”She shrugged, waddling

8 - I’m Yours

8 - I’m YoursChelsea I took a shaky breath, fidgeting with my fingers when the host announced names of women and a few men dressed in pieces of fabric that could barely cover our ass. I didn’t want to do it, but I had little choice.Sean was insane to send me three grand for my attention just to get my number. I had even repaid his money, but he had sent me five grand instead and told me to keep it. Of course, I needed the money, but I couldn’t keep it. He had already paid me well enough for that night where he didn’t even touch me, and it felt weird to accept his money for nothing.So I had decided to pay him back.My heart beat remained high as the public hooted and cheered, placing high bids to spend the night with gorgeous women. I swear I heard someone say a million dollars. I felt ashamed to ask my mom to help me out and worse—dad. I didn’t even want to think about ever asking him for money. And it was just this once. I would get the fifty percent cut from the auction bid a

9 - Crawl to Me

9 - Crawl to MeChelsea Hearing his voice made me more nervous. I didn’t think he’d be present at the auction and spend three million—Nausea rolled over me and I opened my mouth to tell him to get his money back, but he spoke. “Keep quiet and look pretty for me, Princess.” His tone was soft, but I could sense something darker underneath it. “We will be there soon.”“But I—”“Shh,” he interrupted me. “Be a good girl for me.”I should have stopped then, but I wanted to push him. “Or what?”I was expecting a filthy reply. Instead, I heard his deep chuckle raising goosebumps all over my skin. “You’re asking to be punished, you little brat.” His voice was playful, but the word punished made me curious. What does he mean by that?“I’m placing my hand on your thigh.” His warm hand felt comfortable on my skin, his thumb making circles on my thigh. I could hear traffic from the road but he swerved the car smoothly and—I gasped when his hand slid underneath the skirt of my dress. I was te

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