All Chapters of OFF LIMITS: HIS BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Olivia's PovThe office still smelled like him.It was everywhere — the musk of sweat and adrenaline, the ghost of his cologne, the warm imprint of his hands on my blouse. Proof of what had almost happened on my desk minutes ago. My lips still ached where he’d kissed me. My pulse hadn’t slowed since. I was shaking all over, my body was still vibrating with his touch, and I felt weak in the knees.And then Cassandra appeared.Her heels struck the floor in perfect rhythm, each step a warning shot. She paused in the doorway, eyes flicking over every detail: the scattered papers, the off-kilter chair, my rumpled clothes, Xander’s stance still angled toward me like a man shielding a secret.Her eyes narrowed.She didn’t see the kiss. Thank God. But she sensed it.“Am I interrupting?” Her tone was velvet over steel.My throat locked. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.Xander straightened slowly, dragging a hand over his jaw like nothing had happened. “Team business,” he said, voice f

Olivia’s POVThe locker room was always the last place I wanted to linger.It carried a weight of memories—ice melted into the tiles, sweat baked into the benches, and the constant hum of men who lived their lives on skates and adrenaline. Normally I walked through quickly, clipboard pressed to my chest, eyes averted, pretending I didn’t notice how little space these men put between themselves and decency.But tonight was different.I wasn’t here for the team. I was here for him.And that made every step feel wrong.I told myself it was professional—his shoulder had taken a hit, and it was my duty to check on him. That’s all. Nothing more. I had said the same words out loud to Ethan earlier, reassuring him, convincing him that his mom wasn’t unraveling.But even as I pushed the heavy door open, Ethan’s voice echoed in my head like a curse: I trust you with him, Mom. Don’t let me down.The sound hit me first—low laughter, running water from the showers, the clang of lockers slamming sh

A LITTLE BIT SPICY🔞🔞Olivia’s POVThe parking garage was too quiet. Too empty. Every sound was amplified—the hum of a fluorescent light overhead, the drip of water somewhere in the distance, the faint echo of our breathing.The wall was freezing against my back. But he was fire, pressing into me like he’d been lit for years and I was the only thing that could put him out.“Xander please......” My voice cracked. “We can’t.....”“Yes, we can,” he said, his lips ghosting my cheek, his breath scalding. “We already are.”And then he kissed me.Not gently. Not cautiously. He kissed me like he wanted to erase every inch of distance we’d tried to keep. His mouth crashed into mine, tongue forcing past my lips, stealing the air from me.I gasped into him, my hands flying up to push him away. But instead of pushing, my fingers curled into his shirt, clutching. Dragging him closer.He groaned, low and guttural, like the sound came from his soul. His hand tangled in my hair, holding me captive,

Olivia’s POVThe morning after felt like a punishment.I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, the garage replayed in fragments: his mouth on mine, his hands everywhere, my body betraying me, the blinding flash that froze us both. My body was hot all over, I just melted with his touch.By dawn, my eyes were swollen, my throat raw, my chest tight.When I stumbled into the kitchen, Ethan was already there, hunched over a bowl of cereal, scrolling on his phone. He looked up, frowning instantly.“Mom,” he said, spoon frozen halfway to his mouth. “You look… bad.”I forced a laugh, reaching for the coffee pot. “Thanks for the compliment.”“I mean it,” he pressed. “You didn’t sleep again, did you?”I poured the coffee too fast. It sloshed over the rim, burning my fingers. I hissed and grabbed a towel. “I’m fine.”“Liar,” he said quietly.The word cut deep. Too deep.My hands shook as I wiped the counter. I couldn’t meet his eyes. “Eat your breakfast. You’ll be late.”He stared at me for

WARNING: STEAMY SCENE UP AHEAD🔞🔞🔞Olivia's Pov The therapy room was too quiet. The hum of the lights above me, the faint echo from the rink, even the sound of my own pen scratching across a chart—it all felt louder than it should have.I told myself I was here because I had paperwork. Because I needed to reorganize schedules, treatment notes, check on supplies. But deep down, I knew the truth.I was hiding.Hiding from Ethan’s suspicious eyes. Hiding from Cassandra’s sharp smile. Hiding from myself and from the memory of Xander’s mouth on mine, the way it had branded me in the garage.But mostly, I was hiding from him.The clock read almost midnight when the door opened. My heart leapt before I even turned.“Olivia.”His voice was low, rough, and dangerous.I stiffened, pretending to be unfazed. “What are you doing here? Practice ended hours ago.”He leaned against the frame, hair damp from a shower, hoodie unzipped just enough to show the line of muscle underneath. His eyes locke