Semua Bab YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Bab 61 - Bab 68

TALIA.The dress cost more than I'd made in six months waiting tables.Deep emerald silk that clings in all the right places, off-shoulder cut that shows collarbone and the curve of my neck. Hair pinned up because they want to see the full picture. Jewelry kept minimal... a single gold chain at my throat. Anything more would be distracting, and I need them focused on the canvas, not the frame.I'm in a preparation room with eleven other women, all of us pretending we're not nervous while absolutely being nervous."First time?" The woman next to me is older—maybe thirty-five—wearing crimson that looks incredible against her dark skin."That obvious?""You keep checking the mirror." She adjusts her neckline. "Making sure you look worth the investment?""Something like that."She laughs, low and knowing. "Honey, you're gorgeous. You'll get bids. Question is whether you'll like who wins you."Fair point.I spent three weeks reviewing the bidder list. Memorized names, faces, net worth, rep

The contract sits between us like a challenge.Thirty pages of legal language, binding clauses, and blank spaces waiting to be filled. I’m flipping through it while they watch me from opposite sides of the table, and the silence has weight to it. Anticipation.“First question,” I say, not looking up. “Where am I living for the next year?”“My estate,” Thane says immediately.“My manor,” Dareth says at the exact same time.I glance up. They’re already glaring at each other.“Gentlemen.” I set the contract down. “This is exactly what I meant about cooperation. I’m not spending twelve months being dragged between two properties like a piece of luggage you’re sharing.”“Neutral ground, then,” Thane says, still looking at Dareth like he’s considering murder.“Agreed,” Dareth replies, matching his tone.They both seem surprised they agreed on something.“There’s a property in the capital,” Thane continues, finally looking at me instead of his rival. “Three stories, fully staffed, neutral

TALIA. I spent three days packing, filling out paperwork, and waking up with my hand between my legs after dreams so explicit I could barely look at myself in the mirror. Now I’m standing in front of the neutral manor with two trunks of belongings and a magically binding contract that says I belong to both of them for the next year. The building is more beautiful than I expected. Three stories of pale stone catch the late afternoon sun, tall windows reflecting gold light back at me. Ivy climbs one side like nature decided wealth needed softening. The whole thing screams expensive but whispers it quietly. The door swings open before I can knock. A woman in her fifties stands there with silver hair pinned back severely and eyes that take me apart in three seconds flat. “Miss Pierce. I’m Mrs. Chen, the house manager. Lords Pennance and Michelson are waiting in the sitting room.” Of course they are. I follow her through an entrance hall with marble floors that make my footsteps ec

TALIA. His hand reaches my breast first. He cups the weight of it, thumb circling my nipple, and I arch into the touch without meaning to. Thane’s hand goes lower, skimming over my hip, down my outer thigh, then up the inside but stopping just short.“Tease,” I gasp out.“That’s exactly the point,” Thane says calmly.Dareth’s mouth replaces his hand on my breast and I nearly buck off the bed. His tongue circles my nipple before he sucks hard enough to make pleasure spike through my entire body.Thane’s hand finally slides between my legs. One finger parts me, exploring with that same methodical attention, and when he discovers how wet I already am he makes a dark sound of satisfaction deep in his chest.“Soaked already,” he murmurs. “From just kissing? Or have you been thinking about this?”“Both,” I admit because lying seems pointless when his finger is literally testing the evidence.“Good.” His finger finds my clit and circles with perfect pressure. “Tell me when you’re close. I