Semua Bab Dirty Daddies Underground: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Theo’s POVI hear the car pull away and listen until the sound fades before heading toward the office. I can’t sit still. I can’t go out to a restaurant and pretend to be normal when I’m anything but. The thought alone makes my skin crawl. I open my laptop and log into the shared work account. Nathan thinks I don’t know what he’s hiding, but he really should remember that Greg sends updates to all three of us. We’ve always shared access. It’s not like I go looking through his things, but when something like this hits my inbox, I’m not going to ignore it.Right there, at the top of the file, is Greg’s warning. “Keep Theo out of it.” Like hell. That warning might as well have been an invitation.I’m not going to do anything reckless. At least, nothing that leaves evidence. Scrolling through the fi

Harper's POVI feel his hands slide beneath my thighs again. With a quiet, steady strength, he lifts me just enough to shift me back a step. Then he lowers himself between my legs without hesitation, without explanation. His lips press a kiss against the inside of my knee, then the curve of my thigh. His fingers stroke over my hips, grounding, soothing, and then his mouth finds me.The first pass of his tongue is featherlight, almost like he’s testing my tension, checking how close I am to spiraling out. Then he licks deeper, slower, building pressure gradually as he strokes his hands along the tops of my thighs. The tension that had gripped my core a moment ago starts to loosen. My body doesn’t feel tight anymore. It feels open. Safe.His tongue circles my clit with the same kind of focus he gives everything else, composed, relentless, and thorough. He presses the flat of it against me, dragging it up in a slow, aching sweep before teasing around the edges. My fingers tighten in his

Theo's POVMy laugh is soft but helpless. God, I love her. Every annoying, ridiculous, impossible part of her.Nathan groans softly behind her, shifting with clear discomfort as he mutters, “I need my arm back, baby girl. We’ve got work.”Her response comes slow and sleepy, but laced with mischief. “You have to pay me for it.”He blinks, then lifts his head just enough to stare at her in disbelief. “I have to pay you... to get my own arm back? The one that’s literally attached to my body?”I can’t help it, I laugh, the sound quiet but amused as I begin to move, intending to slide free and leave her to taunt him alone. But she doesn’t let me go. Her leg tightens around mine like a vice, hooking behind my knee and yanking me back into place. Still inside her. Still claimed.She shifts again, her ass pushing subtly into Nathan, and her hand reaches back blindly, seeking him out by touch. Her fingers skate over his thigh, tracing along the line of muscle until they find the waistband of h

Mason's POVI set my fork down and give her my full attention. “What do you mean?”She looks down at her plate like it’s easier to talk to that than me.“If he was home,” she says softly, “I’d avoid it. He’d get this look, like I was doing something selfish. Or childish. So I stopped. Or I’d hide it. And eventually, it just... felt forbidden. Like needing something just for me was wrong.”My jaw tightens, but I force myself to stay still. This isn’t about Mark, not now. This is about her.“You know that’s not how it’s supposed to be, right?” I say, voice low.She gives a small, brittle laugh. “I didn’t. Not for a long time.”I nod slowly, then reach across the counter and brush my fingers over her wrist. “Well, now you do. And you won’t have to hide it here. I want you to have that space, Harper. I want you to have anything that helps you come back to yourself.”She nods, her lips pressed tight. I can tell she’s fighting to keep something in, grief, or gratitude, or just the unfamilia

Theo’s POVThe house is quiet when I push the door open, just the faint hum of the embroidery machine filling the space and the soft scratch of scissors gliding along fabric. It’s a comforting sound, familiar now. Like this room already belongs to her, like the house’s heartbeat shifted just to match hers.She’s sitting at the wide table, her legs curled beneath her, head tilted slightly as she threads a delicate blue ribbon through the bodice of a half-formed dress. Her hands move with practiced care, slow and precise, and I stop in the doorway for a second, just to watch her. Just to breathe it in.Then I walk forward, silent until I reach her chair.She looks up, smiling softly. “Hey.”I don’t answer right away. I just slide my arms around her waist, lift her gently from the seat, and drop into it myself, pulling her into my lap before she can protest. She doesn’t resist, just tucks herself against my chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My arms wrap around her inst