All Chapters of Choked And Claimed By My Brother’s Best Friend : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alonzo grinned down at me as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Well, now we can call it even for you masturbating inmybed.”Coherent thought left me, because Alonzo was shrugging out of his shirt and his body had to have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. The way his shoulder muscles sloped down from his neck, the way his stomach was clearly outlined without him flexing, and his arms… God, I wanted to wrap my hands around that dip of his biceps.“Miss?” My head snapped up. One of the girls held out a hand for me and it took me a moment to realize she was already holding Alonzo ’s shirt.“Sorry,” I mumbled and pulled the Kimono off, heat shooting to my face. I felt Alonzo ’s eyes on me and didn’t have to look up to know the huge grin he was sporting right now. The girl scanned his key fob again, then sauntered off towards a backroom. Props to her for not ogling the customers, even when they looked like Roman statues. She had better composure than me.Alonzo pl

If i’d thoughtit had been glorious to see Allie lie spread out, dazed and glowing with heated cheeks, covered in my cum - that was nothing against seeing her writhe on the mattress, playing with herself, playing with my cum. She was breathing hard, her legs twitching, and I mentally cheered her on, but the moment passed, and her limbs dropped back to the island as if nothing had happened.I slipped back through the flimsy curtain before the self-doubt could fester in her mind. “What are the chances you’ll let me eat that pussy right now?” I asked, putting on a wide grin because I knew the chances were next to zero, but I wanted to pull her from the depth of her thoughts.To my surprise, she hesitated before shaking her head. “Not tonight.”“Fair enough. We’ll just have to come back tomorrow,” I said, wiping the traces of my orgasm from her skin with a wet wipe.Twenty minutes later, we were in my car, on our way back to my place, her head leaning against my shoulder. “What happened af

“How long haveyou been working for Constance ?” I asked, watching Victor dice the bell pepper impossibly small.I’d sat next to Constance through enough dinners to know that she hated any trace of vegetable - except potatoes - in her food and would stop eating at even a hint of onion. How many vitamins did he smuggle into her diet like this?“Five years,” Victor answered without looking up.“And before that?” I asked, stealing a slice of cucumber from one of his cutting boards.“I worked for my family.”Getting information from him felt like squeezing the last bits of toothpaste from an already empty tube. Considering he’d probably run a full background check on me - or had at least read the results of one - this relationship was a little unbalanced. And for some reason, this morning seemed like the perfect opportunity to rectify that. Definitely not just to keep me from texting Alonzo . He had work to do. Important business-y work. And he had ordered me to take a da

“Alonzo, I need five minutes of your time.” Jonas materialized beside me like a corporate ghost as I power-walked toward the elevator, my mind already three steps ahead to tonight’s plans with Allie. Despite being a full head shorter than me, the man had the stride of someone perpetually chasing deadlines.“Whatever financial crisis you’re about to dump on me can wait until tomorrow,” I said, jabbing the elevator button like it owed me money. “I’m officially off the clock and heading toward significantly better company than quarterly projections.”“I already checked with your assistant. Tomorrow’s a write-off—back-to-back meetings from seven AM until you probably contemplate jumping from your office window around nine PM.” He slipped into the elevator beside me, then fixed his death stare on some poor bastard in a pinstripe suit. “Out. Now. This is private.”“I, uh—yes sir, Mr. Young. Mr. Benington.” The guy practically genuflected before scrambling out, s

Bruce squealed like a spring had been tripped and the room bent toward chaos. Both men at the table went pale at the same joke; the air stiffened the second it left her mouth. Teens had a knack for that—cutting through adult shape and pretense with a single, careless jab. If you wanted to survive them, you met them at their level. So I followed her, grin sharp and light.“Oh my god,” Bruce gushed, bouncing in her seat. “No, but—no, seriously, what happened here? You’re way different from Ashleigh. She was such a grade-A bitch.”“Language,” Alonzo hissed instantly, and Julius echoed the reproach with a softer, amused, “Manners.”“Ashleigh?” I asked, because the conversation had pivoted and nobody had filled me in.“My ex,” Alonzo supplied, no sympathy in the word. “The one you Googled and called age-appropriate.”A small flinch ran through me—yeah, I’d looked her up; it felt prudent at the time. He didn’t defend her. He didn’t need to.“How long were you toget