All Chapters of Claiming My Father’s Best Friend : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ASTRIDA lesson?I feel myself on the verge of hyperventilating as he leans in, his breath fanning my neck and even though he hasn’t touched me yet I'm dripping. Whereas I should be mad at him not dripping for him!Well, that’s what Jordan does to me. I can’t stay mad at him when he’s so close that I can soak in his warmth, so close that I can see the line of his jaw and trace the contours of his face, with my gaze.I have to fight this even though I want him to fuck me until I'm sated. “Jordan,” I breathe out."You want me to fuck you like a whore, is that it?" he asks, his eyes darkening as they narrow on me while I swallow hard, realizing I have been back up against the edge of the desk.Jordan grabs my waist, hoisting me up and pushing me backwards onto his desk. Before I can orient myself, he grabs the hem of my gown, bunching around my stomach, tugging down my panties, and shoving it inside his pocket.He digs his fingers into my folds. “Look how soaked you are for me, Sweetn

JORDANI slam my phone down on the desk harder than I intended, the loud crack echoing through the office. My jaw clenches as I stare at the black screen, willing to light up with a call or a message from her. Nothing. Just silence.Astrid has been dodging my calls since yesterday, and I know her phone works perfectly fine.Peter mentioned he had spoken to her earlier today, so she’s picking up calls, just not mine. The knowledge burns like acid in my chest, and I fucking hate how it hurts.My life hasn’t been the same since Astrid walked in. It's gotten even worse since she left my house three days ago. I know she wants more than I’m willing to give. I should let her go but I can’t. Not when I can’t stop thinking about her.Not when she looks at me like she can see through me. No woman has ever looked at me like Astrid does, except my late wife.I resisted going after her after she left my house three days ago. But right now I need her. I need to feel the heat of her body and hear th

JORDAN“Jordan? Why are you here…" Her words are cut off with a sharp gasp as I grab her by the throat, not tightly but firmly enough to hold her in place. My lips crash against hers before she can finish her question. The moment her mouth opens in surprise, I deepen the kiss, feasting on her lips like a starving animal finally giving a taste of what it’s been craving.Her scent, intoxicating and grounding. It’s exactly what I need, what I’ve been missing.I thrust my tongue to the roof of her mouth and I kiss her with a savageness that hardens my dick and twists my fucking spine.But I don’t stop.Not when she gasps.Not when she trembles.When she opened the door, I didn’t wait for an invitation. I stepped in, closing the distance between us before she could even think about slamming it in my face. I couldn’t take the chance.I release her lips with one last bite. As much as I’d like to keep feasting on her, she needs air. But even as I allow her that, I don’t let go of her throat,

ASTRID I’m impressed by the sheer scale of Jordan’s office. The air is cool, faintly scented with cedar and something else distinctly Jordan. It’s the kind of space that doesn’t just scream luxury; it whispers charisma.The last time I was here, I barely noticed anything about his office, but now I do.The room is massive, a far cry from my office. It feels more like a penthouse suite than a workplace. The first thing that catches my eye is the floor-to-ceiling windows that stretch across two walls, offering an uninterrupted, breathtaking view of the city skyline.The flooring is a sleek, polished marble, while the walls are made of glass. There’s a large, custom-made desk made from some dark, exotic wood that gleams under the light. Its surface is immaculate, save for a few essentials: a tablet, a sleek pen holder, and a small stack of papers perfectly aligned. Behind the desk is a black leather chair that looks less like office furniture and more like a throne, Jordan’s throne.J

ASTRID “Oh my God, Lily, I’m so sorry that I’m late. Are you okay you sounded so…” I stop when I notice her glare. "Sorry that I'm late," I say, stepping into the living room and balancing a couple of bags of snacks and drinks in my arms.“Are you okay you sounded so mad over the phone and..." I stop blabbering seeing her narrowed eyes on me.She's been waiting for me for the past forty minutes, and judging by her crossed arms and raised brow, she's not thrilled about it. Apparently, something or someone upset her and she wanted to come spend time with me. I wasn't home yet so I asked her to come over since I was on my way.“Late?” Lily asks, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. “Astrid, you were supposed to grab drinks and come straight back. That should’ve taken, what, ten minutes tops? What happened?”I sigh, shifting on my feet. “I was with Brandon—”“With Brandon?” she interjects, her expression softening into curiosity. “Why didn’t you bring him over? I haven’t seen him in