All Chapters of Yes Daddy- Crushing On My Father's Best friend : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

William’s POVI usually don’t go to work early. Why would I? I own the damn company. The building, the people in it, the millions moving through its accounts every day—mine. My schedule answers to no one but me.But today was different.Today I needed distance.Distance from the house.Distance from the girl who had walked down those stairs this morning wearing a dress that looked innocent enough to anyone else—but to me it had been something else entirely.Dangerous.My fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel as the car glided through the quiet morning traffic.It might not have looked like much to anyone watching. Just a loose cream blouse slipping lazily off her shoulder. Shorts that were technically decent. Harmless.But I knew better.Because I had been standing there when she walked into the kitchen, sunlight catching in her hair, pretending to check her phone like she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.And God help me, it had nearly made me do exactly what I h

Kate’s POVI ended up embarrassing myself during my presentation. Not the dramatic, crash-and-burn type of embarrassment where someone forgets their name or drops their notes and stands there blinking like a lost puppy.No, mine was the quieter kind.The kind that crawled under your skin and sat there whispering, you could have done better. And the worst part?I knew exactly why it happened.Because instead of focusing on my project like a responsible student, I had spent half the morning fantasizing about a man who was easily my father’s age. A man whose voice still echoed in my head.“Or one day I won’t stop myself.”Just remembering the way he said it made my stomach flutter again, even while I was standing in front of the class holding my presentation notes. For a horrifying second, it almost felt like everyone in the room could read my thoughts, like the entire class somehow knew exactly what had been running through my mind minutes before I stood up there.Images of Mr. William l

Kate’s POVMy boyfriend Jeremy dropped me off at the mansion and said he would be coming tonight to pick me up for the Vipers band concert.“Alright,” I said, trying my best to sound excited.The car engine hummed softly as it idled in the driveway. Sunlight spilled across the windshield, warming the interior, but I still felt oddly restless inside.Jeremy leaned over and kissed me. His lips were soft and familiar, but even as I kissed him back, my eyes flicked instinctively toward the tall windows of the mansion.All I could think about was whether Mr. William was watching. A strange thrill curled in my stomach at the possibility or maybe I wanted him to see. Maybe I wanted those dark, steady eyes of his to land on us—to see Jeremy kissing me and feel something sharp and territorial twist in his chest.Jealousy.I would love for him to be jealous. But then again… I didn’t want him to hate me either. The thought tangled my feelings into a confusing knot.I was just a little… lost in w

Kate's POV My body was already trembling before he even touched me again.Bent over the padded bench, wrists still cuffed to the front rings, ass high, thighs spread wide, the cool leather kissed my overheated skin every time my nipples dragged across it with each shallow breath. The plug he’d eased into my back entrance earlier still sat snug and heavy, every tiny shift of my hips making it press deeper, reminding me exactly how exposed I was. How owned.Mr. William stood behind me, silent for a long moment—long enough that the anticipation itself became a kind of torment. I could hear the slow, deliberate sound of his belt sliding free of the loops, the soft clink of the buckle hitting the floor. Then the rustle of fabric as he shoved his trousers down just enough.The blunt, hot head of his cock nudged my soaked entrance.I whimpered before he even pushed in.He didn’t tease this time. One long, ruthless thrust and he buried himself to the hilt, stretching me so wide my mouth fell

William's POV The room was thick with heat and perfume—jasmine, vanilla, the sharp bite of champagne on ice. My cock was already throbbing, heavy and leaking against the slow, expert swirl of Sasha’s tongue. She took me deep, throat relaxing around me like she’d been born for this, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with perfect, filthy rhythm. Every pull sent a jolt straight up my spine, my hips twitching forward despite myself. Groans ripped out of me—low, ragged—before I could stop them.Then Lena moved.She peeled off what little clothing she had left in one fluid motion, the latex skirt sliding down her legs like liquid, the sheer top discarded somewhere behind the couch. Naked now, skin flushed and gleaming under the low lights, she crawled onto the sectional beside us. Ass up, back arched, knees spread wide on the leather. The position pushed her full breasts forward, nipples dark and tight. She glanced back over her shoulder, lips glossy and parted, tongue flicking out to wet the