All Chapters of YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SLEYA.The hotel room door barely closes before his mouth is on my neck and his hands are at my zipper.“Finally,” he breathes against my skin.“Don’t make it sound like I was easy.”“You were the opposite of easy.” The zipper slides down my spine slowly, his knuckles grazing every vertebra on the way. “You were the most difficult thing I’ve ever wanted.”The gown pools at my feet and I’m standing in my underwear and heels in a hotel room with Tatrum Valenti and instead of feeling exposed I feel like I’ve been waiting three years for exactly this moment.He steps back to look at me.The way he looks at me makes my skin feel tight.“Your turn,” I say.He holds my gaze and loosens his tie slowly, pulling it free. Shrugs off his jacket. Unbuttons his shirt with that same deliberate patience he brings to everything and lets it fall. Then the undershirt and suddenly he’s bare from the waist up and I’m staring because I’ve seen him shirtless in fittings and rehearsals but this is different.

He was right. The hunger got worse.Not the blood hunger—that was manageable with the bags Lucian left me. But the other hunger. The sexual one. That was a living hell.I’d been turned for five days, and I was constantly wet, constantly aching, constantly on edge. Every time Lucian came to check on me or teach me something about vampire physiology, I wanted to climb him like a tree. The sire bond made it worse. His scent, his voice, even just his presence made me want things I absolutely refused to want.“You’re not concentrating,” Lucian said. We were in his training room, and he was trying to teach me to control my enhanced strength. “Try again.”I glared at him and threw another punch at the reinforced bag. It exploded in a shower of sand.“That’s the third bag today,” he observed.“Then maybe you should stop looking so fucking smug and give me better targets.”Something flashed in his eyes, heat and hunger. “Careful. Your anger is arousal in disguise, and I can smell it.”My f

DANTE.Her hand around me is going to end this before it starts."Valentina," I manage through clenched teeth."Val." She strokes slowly, deliberately. "Only my boss calls me Valentina. You're going to call me Val while I make you fall apart.""Val, I'm going to—""No you're not." Her hand stops moving. "Not until I say you can."She stands up off my lap and the loss of contact is physically painful. I'm sitting there with my pants open, hard as steel, and she's backing away with that smile that says she knows exactly what she's doing to me."Take off your jacket," she says.I shrug it off."Tie too."I pull it loose and drop it."Good." She walks in a slow circle around my chair. "Your shirt. Unbutton it."I work the buttons open with hands that aren't quite steady. When I finish she's standing behind me again, hands on my shoulders."You've been watching me for six months," she says, sliding her hands down my chest under the open shirt. "Learning every routine. Every song. Every mov

SKYLAR.Game night was Renee's idea.She texted the group chat at three in the afternoon saying we all needed to decompress after the hell week we'd had at work, and since it's Friday and none of us have lives, everyone said yes immediately.Now I'm sitting on Renee's living room floor with a bottle of wine and a deck of cards and my three best friends, and I'm trying very hard not to notice how good Amanda looks in that tight black tank top.Which is a new problem.Amanda and I have been friends for five years. We met at orientation for our company, bonded over hating our boss, and have been inseparable ever since. Best friends. Roommates for two years before she moved in with her boyfriend. The person I call when anything good or bad happens.And about three months ago, something shifted.I don't know what triggered it. Maybe it was her breakup with Jake. Maybe it was the night we got drunk and she cried on my shoulder for two hours and I realized how good she smelled. Maybe it's jus

BELLA.I hate weddings.Specifically, I hate mafia weddings where everyone pretends this is about love instead of territory and alliances and which families get to expand their reach into which neighborhoods.But Sofia is my cousin and the closest thing I have to a sister, so when she asked me to be a bridesmaid I said yes even though it meant spending a week at a beach resort in the Bahamas watching her marry into the Callaghan family.The ceremony was beautiful. Beachfront at sunset, white chairs in the sand, Sofia in a dress that cost more than my car. Her new husband Matteo looks at her like she hung the moon, which is the only reason I'm not actively bitter about this whole thing.That and the open bar.I'm on my third glass of champagne, standing at the edge of the reception with my shoes off in the sand, when I feel someone watching me.I turn and Raze Callaghan is leaning against one of the decorative pillars twenty feet away, looking directly at me.Raze. The groom's older br