บททั้งหมดของ Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 67

That moment was electrifying for Caesar, the supposed bestman.The more forbidden the thought was, the more enticing Amanda became.His best friend's bride in his bed on their wedding day.Taboo has never been tastier!He pounced on her at once. Caesar’s hands gripped Amanda’s tightly and he pulled her succulent lips into his.Amanda held her breath. Her first kiss.He delved deeper into her, exploring every corners of her mouth."Mm" Amanda breathed as she tasted him, his saliva mixing with hers.He had played every game, but none like this. A virgin bride, standing before him, offering herself by will alone, reckless, defiant, dangerous.They moved closer. The room pulsed with tension.Every step, every breath, was a collision of desire.His large palm grabbed her two bare large pumpkins. He squeezed hard.Amanda rewarded him with a moan and a gasp.The strange feeling shot through her body like lightning but she didn’t hesitate. She leaned into him, gave him the signal she had wai

The guest bathroom was a sensory trap. Martins stood outside the door, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Through the wood, he heard the spray of the shower and the faint, melodic noise of Helena dipping her head under the spray. The scent of her jasmine soap was everywhere thick, floral, and cloyingly sweet. He couldn't help himself. He grabbed a stack of plush, white towels from the linen closet as a flimsy excuse and pushed the door open. The room was a white-out of heavy steam. It clung to his skin, dampening his shirt instantly. Through the frosted glass of the shower stall, Helena was a blurred, golden silhouette. He watched the shadow of her hands slide over the curve of her hips, lathering her skin, and his throat went bone-dry. "Sarah?" her voice drifted out, muffled and relaxed. "Is that you? I think I left my robe on the bed." Martins didn't move. He let his gaze linger on the steam-slicked glass. "It’s not Sarah," he said, his voice dropping into a

Martins lay in his bed, his skin feeling three sizes too small for his muscles. He knew his mother had retired an hour ago, he’d heard her door click shut and the plumbing groan as she brushed her teeth. He waited until he was certain. Then, he stood. He didn't put on a shirt—he wanted Helena to feel every inch of the heat he was carrying. He slipped into the guest room, locking the door behind him with a silent, predatory click. Helena was sitting up in bed, the moonlight catching the silver sheen of her silk slip. Her chest was heaving, her nipples peaking against the thin fabric. "Martins," she breathed, her voice a mix of terror and hunger. "You’re going to get us caught." "Then stay quiet," he rasped, lunging onto the bed. He didn't start with a kiss. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the headboard. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and dilated. "You were so bold under the table at dinner, Helena. Where’s that energy now?" "I... I was just—" She

The smell of his cologne musky, expensive, and intoxicating filled her senses. Maya looked up into his eyes, seeing the raw desire burning there, and something in her snapped. Chloe was thousands of miles away, and Maya was tired of being good.She reached up, her fingers tangling in his dark hair, and pulled him down into a kiss.It wasn't a gentle kiss. Leo groaned, a low sound in his throat, and immediately took control. He was aggressive, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, claiming her with a hunger that matched her own. He backed her against the large, study table, pushing her until she had to sit on the edge to keep her balance."Maya," he rasped against her lips, pulling back just enough to look at her. "You have no idea what you're starting.""Then show me," she challenged, breathless.Leo didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed the hem of her dress and pushed it up, his hands sliding over her thighs, making her skin prickle with heat. He didn't bother with the zipper