Todos os capítulos de Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Laura's POV I loved brushing my daughter's silky black hair and styling her just right to look presentable. We had to go to a wedding now, and there was something therapeutic about taking care of my princess; it made me calm and happy, and it did me good. So I took care of her, giving her hair a pretty hairstyle and then I put her princess dress on, which was the same cyan blue color as mine. I put on her little shoes and then I finished with a little Eskimo kiss, always praising her. After that, I also got ready, putting on a long and elegant dress with a train to the floor that fell sweetly down my body for the wedding ceremony. It had only one shoulder and was delicately low-cut in the back, giving an exhibitionist look, but also not so much. My accessories were minimalist diamonds and light but well-made makeup, and I had tied my hair into a beautiful, intricate bun. With a bag and hand-comfortable high-heeled shoes, I already felt ready. It was true that I was sad, but at

Cassie’s POVThe morning light in the Langham lobby felt different from every other morning I’d ever known. It was softer, warmer, like the whole city had decided to smile on us. White roses still spilled from every vase, petals scattered across the marble like confetti that refused to admit the party was over. Guests milled around in that delicious post-wedding haze: hair a little messy, eyes a little red, hearts a little too full.Josh stood behind me, arms wrapped around my waist, chin resting on top of my head, one hand splayed protectively over the gentle curve of our baby. We had showered (eventually), changed into comfortable travel clothes, and somehow still looked like two people who had spent the night proving exactly how married we were. Repeatedly.Beckie spotted us first and made a beeline, sunglasses pushed up into her hair, coffee in one hand, phone in the other.“Okay, spill,” she demanded without preamble. “Where is my best friend disappearing to for two weeks? And

Laura’s POVHis mouth was on mine again before I could breathe, desperate and hungry, like ten years of starvation had finally broken loose. Jason’s arms locked around my back, dragging me flush against his chest until there wasn’t an inch of space between us. I was already lost. I knew it the second his tongue slid against mine and my knees went weak.He lifted me without breaking the kiss, hands under my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around his waist on pure instinct. My back hit the hallway wall once, twice; he was too busy devouring my mouth to watch where he was going.“Fuck… bedroom,” he growled against my lips, voice wrecked.I laughed breathlessly and pointed blindly behind me. “Door on the left.”He stumbled through it, kicked it shut, and dropped me on the bed like he couldn’t wait another second. The sheets were cool against my overheated skin. He followed me down, caging me beneath his body, mouth never leaving mine.I yanked his open shirt off his shoulders, nails raking

Beckie’s POVThree days after Cassie’s wedding, I was back in Chicago, back in the same penthouse suite at the Four Seasons I’d been in a dozen times before. Same floor-to-ceiling windows, same view of the city lights glittering like spilled diamonds, same king bed that had seen more of me than my own apartment.Andrew and Spencer were already waiting.They didn’t speak when I walked in. They never needed to. The contract was signed a while ago, the rules were simple, and tonight I wanted to forget everything except the way they made me feel.Andrew reached me first. Tall, dark hair, green eyes that always looked like he knew every filthy thought in my head. He cupped my face with one hand, thumb brushing my lower lip, and then took my mouth in a kiss that was pure possession. His tongue swept in, tasting the champagne I’d had downstairs, claiming every inch like he owned it.Behind me, Spencer pressed in close, brunette, broader, the kind of shoulders that blocked out the light. Hi

Laura's POV In fact, Jason had outdone himself; the breakfast table was very beautiful and well laid out, with an excellent first meal. There was toast, eggs with bacon, a strawberry smoothie, orange juice, fruits like orange, kiwi, and grapes, all balanced by a good coffee that he had made right. He served it to me, being careful and helpful, and when I tasted his food, I saw that it was excellent."It's wonderful so far; you were great," I told him, cutting off a piece of bacon and egg and putting it in my mouth to taste more.He chuckled at my compliment and responded while pouring more orange juice into my glass. "I'm glad my efforts paid off then." The muscles in his arm tensed as he held the jug to fill my glass with orange juice. I couldn't stop my eyes from admiring him subtly; he was a ravishingly sexy man, and the way he looked at me and then gave me a suggestive look made it clear that he knew very well the impact he had on me."Hm, since apparently we are alone here and