All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

“That’s what you do to me. Every time you walk into a room. Every time you look at me like that.”I squeezed him through the fabric. He hissed and pushed into my palm.“Roman…”“I shouldn’t want this,” he muttered against my lips. “You’re Avery’s best friend. Your father’s—”I kissed him again to shut him up. He let me. His hand stayed around my throat while the other gripped my ass and pulled me tighter against his cock. We ground against each other like teenagers, desperate and messy. My panties were soaked. Every roll of his hips made me gasp into his mouth.He spun me around so my back was to his chest. One arm banded across my middle. The other hand slid under my dress again, higher this time. His fingers brushed the edge of my panties. I pushed back against him, feeling how hard he was. He cursed under his breath and sucked on the side of my neck.“You’re going to ruin me,” he said against my skin.I reached behind me and stroked him through the soft fabric. He thrust into my h

My tongue flicked over the head, tasting the salt of him. He hissed and his hand came to my hair, not pushing, just resting there.I took him into my mouth slowly. The stretch of my lips around him made my eyes water a little. I went deeper, then pulled back, using my hand to stroke what I couldn’t fit yet. His thighs tensed under my free hand.“Jesus, Maya…”I looked up at him while I sucked. His jaw was tight. His eyes stayed locked on mine. The power of having him like this—this careful, controlled man—made heat pool between my legs.I took him deeper. My throat relaxed. He groaned and his hips lifted slightly. I let him. He started moving in short, careful thrusts, fucking my mouth with control that was clearly costing him. His hand tightened in my hair.“That’s it,” he muttered. “Just like that.”I hummed around him. The vibration made his breath hitch. Spit ran down his shaft. I stroked the wet length with my hand while I focused on the head, sucking hard. His other hand grippe

I woke up in Roman’s bed.For a second I forgot where I was. Then the warm weight of his arm across my waist reminded me. Morning light slipped through the curtains. His breathing was slow and steady against the back of my neck.We had fallen asleep together. That hadn’t been the plan.I carefully slid out from under his arm. He stirred but didn’t wake. I found my dress on the floor, pulled it on, and slipped out of his room before Avery could wake up.The hallway felt colder than usual.Downstairs I made coffee with shaky hands. My body still carried the memory of him. The stretch. The way he had held me after. The soft way he had said “stay.”Roman came down twenty minutes later, already dressed for work. He stopped when he saw me at the counter. Our eyes met. Something heavy and unspoken passed between us.“Morning,” he said quietly.“Morning.”Avery came bouncing down the stairs a moment later, hair messy, phone in hand. “Why does everyone look so serious? Did someone die?”Roman

Roman’s POVI held her in the dark and tried not to think too hard about what I had done.Maya’s back was pressed against my chest. Her breathing had finally slowed. One of my arms stayed wrapped around her waist. The other rested under the pillow. Her hair smelled like the shampoo Avery always bought. The same one that used to fill the bathroom when the girls were teenagers. Now it was on my pillow. On my sheets. On me.I should have told her to go back to the guest room. I should have been stronger weeks ago. I should have never kissed her that first time against the wall.But I hadn’t.I closed my eyes and saw the dinner table again. Her father laughing at something Avery said. The way he looked at me like I was still the same man he had known for twenty years. The same man who had stood next to him at his wedding. The same man who had held Maya when she was small and crying over a scraped knee.That man would never have touched her the way I had.My hand tightened slightly on her

Instead he pushed off the wall and swam to the ladder. He climbed out, water streaming down his body. I stayed in the pool, watching him grab a towel.“Lock up when you’re done,” he said without looking back. “And Tessa?”“Yeah?”“Don’t stay too late.”He walked toward the locker rooms. I stayed in the water until I heard the door close behind him. Then I let out a shaky breath and pressed my forehead against the cool tile of the wall.This was going to be a long season.The next afternoon I showed up early for practice. The pool was empty except for Nolan. He was setting up cones on the deck when I walked in.He looked up. His expression tightened for a second when he saw me in my suit.“You’re early.”“Wanted extra time.”He nodded once and went back to work. I started warming up in the water. Every lap I felt his eyes on me. Every time I finished a set he gave corrections. Short. Professional. But his voice had that same edge from yesterday.After forty minutes he called me over.“