All Chapters of In Bed With Daddy’s Best Friend : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I felt a surge of electricity run through my body as Nate's hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me out of the darkness and into the bright lights of the party. My breath caught in my throat as I was pressed up against his hard, masculine body. I couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him - towering over me, his broad shoulders and chiseled features making him look like a giant among men.My mind raced as I tried to process what was happening. One minute I was lost in my thoughts, the next I was being pulled into the arms of the one person I couldn't resist. Nate's eyes blazed with intensity as he glared at me, his grip on my wrist tightening as if he was afraid I would slip away."Let her go," Alex slurred, his voice barely audible over the music. I didn't bother to look at him, my focus solely on Nate and the way my body was responding to his touch.Nate didn't move, his eyes never leaving mine as he seemed to be searching for something. I felt a flutter in my chest as his gaze roa

His strong hand wraps around my waist, under the dress that’s now bunched to my stomach. He jerks his hips up as I go down and I whimper. “You thought about me, huh?”“Yeah.”“What did you think about?”“Your strong hands and hard chest. I thought about your cock, too, and how big it is.” I’m dry-humping him now, my movements turned frantic by his thrusts.“What else?”“I thought about how much my pussy wants you. Not anyone else, you.”“Because it’s my pussy?”“Yeah. It is.”“And you’re a slut.Myslut.”“I am.” He didn’t ask, but I’m answering anyway. I’m sliding up and down, fucking myself on his bulge and I’m getting close, so close that my legs tremble.“Is my slut going to let anyone else but me touch her again?”“No…no…I won’t…”“That’s right, because if you do, I’ll fuck up their lives, Gwyneth. I mean it.”I come then. It’s so harsh and intense that I scream. I scream loud and uncensored, not caring that someone might pass by and see me becoming his slut.That someone could see

“Yes.”“You told Chris and Alex that. You said you’re my husband and I’m your wife.”“You are.” I never thought I would like saying those words out loud, but there was a weight that lifted off my chest the moment that statement was out in the open.“And you care about me.”“I do.”“Like your wife or like your best friend’s daughter?”“Both.”She scrunches her nose at that, but she plants a palm on my cheek. “But it’s only sex, so I’m, like, your trophy wife.”“You can’t be my trophy wife when you own as much as I do, Gwyneth.”“True. But it’s still just sex.”I don’t say anything, but I don’t need to, because there’s something other than water glistening in her gaze and the gray is warring with the green and the blue, slaughtering them to take complete control.She releases my waist and I think she’ll make the short trip to the edge of the pool, but she dives underwater.Is she going to be reckless again? Gwyneth and alcohol are clearly not the best of friends and I need to keep her f

I don’t remember the rest of the conversation because he mounted me and fucked me hard and fast—without releasing my throat.Despite my big talk, I never posted any of our pictures together, though. Not only am I paranoid about the press hurting him in any way, but I’m also kind of selfish. I don’t want to share anything Nate with the world.Sue me.Anyway, I’m now at a hearing where he’s the attorney in a civil lawsuit and I’m sitting a few seats behind him because he already has one of his associate lawyers with him. That’s okay, though. I’m here, and I’m watching Nate be a lawyer. That’s such a rare occasion nowadays since he deals with large corporations behind the scenes.So seeing him in his sharp suit in the middle of the courtroom makes me a little giddy. Okay, a lot. I helped him put on that suit this morning—the tie, to be specific. I might have an unhealthy obsession with it.And all of him, actually.He’s been fucking me more than anyone should and in positions I didn’t ev

He gives a vague nod, then heads to the kitchen area and disappears behind the counter. “I’ll make dinner. Go take a shower.”“I’ll help.” I slide to his side.There’s no way in hell I’m letting him build forts again. I hate them. His forts and his coldness, and his wounds that no one ever looked into. He’s too cold to allow anyone in, and people are usually too scared of him to try.Not me.Well, I might have been a bit scared in the past, when I was young and clueless, but not anymore.I bring out some of the vegetables we brought and start washing them under the faucet. “What type of person was Nicholas?”“The heir to the Weaver clan.”“Not your brother?”“That too, but his most important role was as the promised prince and he was treated as such.”“What about you?”“What about me?”“You’re a member of the Weaver family, too.”“Only in name. I was never as good as Nick at anything, whether it was studies, sports, or even existing. He aced them all and I was meant to be number two.”