All Chapters of Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Chapter 91_Not A Stepbrother

The rehearsal dinner was already halfway through when Maya realized the man sitting across from her was going to be a problem. Their parents had just finished the toast, something saccharine about second chances and blended families when Cole finally looked at her properly. Not the polite glance he’d given when they were introduced an hour ago. A real look, slow and assessing.. Like he was already deciding she was going to be difficult. She decided the same thing about him. “So,” she said, swirling the last of her wine, “you’re the one who couldn’t be bothered to show up for any of the planning.” Cole’s mouth curved, but it wasn’t friendly. “You’re the one who insisted on being in every photo like you were the bride.” Maya’s smile was all teeth. “Someone had to make sure the seating chart didn’t look like a hostage situation.” “And yet here we are,” he said, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “Sitting across from each other like a matching set of regrets.” She hated

Chapter 92_Not A Stepbrother

The reception had finally thinned out. Music still drifted faintly from the ballroom, but the hallway outside Maya’s door was quiet. She had already taken off her heels and was standing in the middle of the room in her dress when the soft knock came. Three quiet taps. Not staff. Not her mother. Maya opened the door. Cole stood there in his shirtsleeves, jacket gone, tie loosened. His eyes moved over her once, over the soft swell of her breasts still held by the dress, the full curve of her hips, the bare feet on the carpet before locking on her face. Neither of them spoke. She stepped back. He stepped in. The door clicked shut behind him. The second the lock engaged he was on her. Mouth hard on hers again, one hand already sliding down the zipper at the back of her dress. Maya made a low sound against his lips and shoved at his chest, not to push him away but to drag him closer. The dress loosened. He pushed it off her shoulders. It pooled at her waist, then lower, until she st

Chapter 93_Craving For Uncle

The doorbell rang just after six, the sound cutting clean through the quiet of the house. Lila wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and went to answer it, already knowing who stood on the other side. Her uncle, Daniel, waited on the porch with a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder and that familiar half-smile he always wore when he saw her. Forty years old, still broad in the shoulders, dark hair beginning to silver at the temples in a way that somehow made him look better rather than older. The late-afternoon light caught the lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled. The sight of him landed in her chest the same way it had for months now, heavier than it had any right to be. “Hey, kid,” he said, stepping inside when she opened the door wider. The old nickname slipped out easily, the way it always had. It no longer fits. “Hi,” she answered, quieter than she meant to. She took the bag from him without being asked and set it by the stairs. The brief brush of his fingers aga

Chapter 94_Craving For Uncle

Sleep did not come easily. Lila lay on her side in the dark, staring at the thin strip of light that leaked under her bedroom door from the hallway. The house had settled into its usual nighttime quiet, pipes ticking as they cooled, the occasional creak of old wood but none of it was loud enough to drown out the awareness that her uncle was only a short walk away. Guest room and the second door on the left. Close enough that if she listened carefully she could almost convince herself she heard him moving around in there. She rolled onto her back and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. The crush had been manageable when he only visited for weekends or holidays. Manageable in the way a low-grade fever was manageable, distracting, but something she could push to the edges of her mind and ignore for stretches of time. Having him under the same roof for days changed the temperature of everything. Every ordinary sound felt charged. Every memory of the way he had looked at her

Chapter 95_Craving For Uncle

Lila had slept in short, restless stretches, each one broken by the same awareness: the guest-room door down the hall, the knowledge that Daniel was on the other side of it. By the time she finally gave up and got out of bed, the house still felt hushed. She pulled on a pair of soft shorts and an old oversized T-shirt, ran a brush through her hair, and went downstairs without checking the mirror. There was no point pretending she looked put-together. The night had left her feeling scraped raw in places she could not show.The kitchen was empty when she reached it. She started the coffee out of habit, the familiar routine giving her hands something to do. The scent of it filled the quiet space. She was reaching for two mugs when she heard footsteps on the stairs.Daniel appeared in the doorway a moment later, still in the dark sleep pants from the night before and a soft black T-shirt. His hair was slightly mussed, the silver at his temples more noticeable in the morning light. He look

Chapter 96_Craving For Uncle

Daniel’s hand at the small of Lila’s back pressed her closer until there was no space left between them. She could feel the solid heat of his body, the unmistakable hardness of him against her lower stomach, and the quiet, rough sound he made when she shifted just enough to feel it more clearly. His mouth moved from hers to the hinge of her jaw, then lower, open and warm against the side of her throat.“Been wanting this,” he murmured there, voice low enough that it seemed meant only for the skin beneath his lips. “Longer than I should admit.”Lila’s fingers tightened in the soft fabric of his T-shirt. The affection in the words sat right beside the filthier edge underneath them, and the combination made her pulse stutter. She turned her face toward his again, seeking another kiss, and he gave it to herdeeper this time, slower, like he was learning the exact shape of her mouth.When he finally drew back, it was only far enough to look at her. His eyes were darker than usual, the caref

Chapter 97_Craving For Uncle

Daniel did not rush the next part.He stayed stretched out beside Lila for a while, one hand tracing slow, idle patterns over the bare skin of her stomach and the soft curve of her hip. The touches were light, almost absent-minded, but every pass of his fingers kept the residual heat under her skin from fading completely. He kissed her in the same unhurried way, thorough kisses that left her lips tingling and her breath uneven until the last of the shivers from her orgasm had settled into something warmer and more restless.When he finally shifted, it was to move down the bed rather than over her. He settled between her thighs again, this time lower, and looked up the length of her body with an expression that was equal parts affection and open hunger.“I want my mouth on you,” he said, voice low and rough around the edges. “Been thinking about how you’d taste for months. Tell me if you need me to stop.”Lila shook her head once, already feeling the anticipation coil tighter in her st

Chapter 98_Craving For Uncle

“Come here, sweetheart.” He guided her closer until the head of his cock rested against her entrance. One hand stayed on her hip the other brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Slow. We go at your pace.”Lila sank down carefully. The stretch was immediate and perfect thicker than his fingers, the pressure making her breath catch. She took him in inch by inch, watching his face the entire time. His jaw was tight with restraint, eyes locked on hers, one thumb stroking small, soothing circles on her hip even as his other hand flexed against her waist.When she finally settled fully onto him, both of them went still for a moment. The feeling of him buried deep inside her, the heat of his body against hers, the quiet intensity in his eyes it was exactly as sharp and overwhelming as she had imagined in all those late-night fantasies, and somehow better.Daniel’s voice, when he spoke, was rough and low and unmistakably fond.“There you are. That’s it. Fuck, you feel perfect.” He leaned in

Chapter 99_Seducing My Uncle And Aunt

The suitcase was heavier than it looked.Clara dragged it up the last step of the porch and rang the doorbell with her elbow. The late afternoon light caught the curve of her hip where her jeans sat tight, the soft swell of her stomach above the waistband, the full line of her breasts under the thin white T-shirt she had thrown on that morning. She was twenty-two, curvy in a way that made clothes look like an afterthought, and she knew it. She also knew that the people about to open the door had noticed it too.Helena answered first.She was thirty-nine, dark hair pulled back loosely, still in the soft blouse and skirt she had worn to work. Her eyes moved over Clara in one quick, face, chest, the thick shape of her thighs in the jeansbefore she smiled and stepped aside.“There you are. Come in, come in. Julian’s just putting the guest room in order.”Clara wheeled the suitcase over the threshold. The house smelled like coffee and something citrusy. Helena closed the door behind her an

Chapter 100_Seducing Uncle And Aunt

Morning light came in soft through the guest-room curtains. Clara woke already warm, the sheets twisted around her bare legs. She had slept in only a thin tank top and underwear, and the tank had ridden up during the night, leaving the soft underside of her breasts exposed to the cool air. She sat up slowly, the full weight of them shifting as she moved, heavy and sensitive. Her shorts from the night before were still on the chair. She left them there and pulled on a pair of soft gray leggings that clung to the thick curve of her ass and the soft spread of her thighs, then tugged the tank down just enough to be decent. Downstairs the house already smelled like coffee. Helena was at the counter in a silk robe that stopped mid-thigh, dark hair loose around her shoulders. She looked up when Clara entered and her eyes moved openly—over the way the tank stretched across Clara’s chest, the soft outline of her nipples against the fabric, the heavy shape of her hips in the leggings. “M

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