All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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81. In His Apartment

I almost turned back three times on the drive to his apartment.Once at the first red light, when the reality of what I was doing hit me like cold water. Once when I was two blocks away and my hands started shaking so badly I had to pull over. And once when I was sitting in his parking garage, staring at the address he'd texted me, thinking this is insane, this is career suicide for him, this is wrong wrong wrong.But I didn't turn back.Because I'm selfish. Because I want him more than I care about the consequences. Because some part of me—the honest, ugly part—knows that if I drive away now, I'll regret it for the rest of my life.So here I am. Standing outside apartment 8C with my heart in my throat and my hands still shaking.I knock before I can change my mind.The door opens almost immediately, like he was waiting on the other side.And oh.Oh god.I've only ever seen Ethan in his therapist uniform—pressed button-downs, slacks, that careful professional polish. But right now he'

82. Naked For Him

This kiss is different from the ones in his office. Those were desperate. Frantic. Born from weeks of denied attraction finally snapping. This one is... deliberate. Certain. He cups my face in both hands, tilts my head up, and kisses me like he has all the time in the world. Like he's trying to memorize the taste of me. His tongue slides against mine, slow and thorough, and I melt into him. His body is solid against mine. I can feel every inch of him—the hard planes of his chest, the strength in his arms, the way his heart is racing just as fast as mine. When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard. "Bedroom," he says, voice rough. I nod. He takes my hand—such a simple gesture, but it makes my chest ache—and leads me down the hallway. His bedroom is just as organized as

83. You Need My Cock?

The fact that he's asking—that even now, he's checking for consent—makes my chest tight. "Yes," I whisper. He unhooks it with practiced ease, slides the straps down my arms. When it falls away, I'm bare from the waist up, and the way he's looking at me makes me feel powerful and vulnerable all at once. "Perfect," he says, almost to himself. Then his mouth is on me. He kisses across my collarbone, down to the swell of my breast. When his lips close around my nipple, I arch into him with a gasp. "Sensitive," he murmurs against my skin. "I'll remember that." He lavishes attention on both breasts, alternating between gentle sucking and harder pressure that makes me squirm. His other hand slides down my stomach, pops the button of my jeans. "These need to come off too," he says. I lift my hips and he slides the

84. I Slept With My Therapist

The dirty talk makes me clench. "Yes. Please." He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It should be weird but it's not—it's hot, filthy in the best way. "Let me get a condom," he says, pulling back. "I'm on the pill," I say quickly. "And I'm clean. I got tested after my last... I haven't been with anyone in months." He goes very still. "Are you sure?" "Are you clean?" "Yes. I got tested after my divorce was finalized. Haven't been with anyone since." "Then I'm sure," I say. "I want to feel you. Just you. No barriers." He closes his eyes, jaw clenching. "You're going to kill me." "Good way to go though." He laughs despite himself, and then he's kissing me again while he works his jeans open. I help him push them down along with his boxers, and then—

85. Sweet Kisses

"Morning," he murmurs against my neck, pressing a kiss there."Morning." I turn in his arms. "I made coffee. Or tried to.""I can see that." He glances at the coffee maker, which is making concerning gurgling noises. "You actually got it working. I'm impressed.""I'm full of surprises.""You really are," he says, and something in his tone makes me look up.He's looking at me with this expression I can't quite read. Tender and conflicted and wanting all at once."What?" I ask."You're wearing my shirt.""I couldn't find mine. Is that okay?""It's more than okay." His hands slide under the hem, stroking my bare thighs. "You look good in my clothes.""Yeah?""Yeah."He kisses me, slow and sweet, and I'm just starting to get into it when his phone rings.We both freeze.He closes his eyes. "Fuck.""Don't answer it," I say.But he's already pulling away, running a hand through his hair. "I have to. It might be important."He grabs his phone from the bedroom. I hear his voice, professional

86. We fuck...a lot

We've been meeting at his apartment twice a week. Always late at night. Always careful. I park two blocks away and walk. He checks to make sure none of his neighbors are around before letting me in.It feels like an affair, even though technically he's single and so am I. But the secrecy makes it feel illicit. Forbidden.Which maybe makes it hotter.We fuck. A lot. On his couch. In his bed. Once in his kitchen because we couldn't make it to the bedroom.And we talk. About everything and nothing. He tells me about his ex-wife, about how she cheated, about how he spent two years thinking it was his fault before he realized it wasn't. I tell him about my parents, about feeling like I'm never enough, about the constant pressure to be perfect.Sometimes we just exist together. Watching TV. Making food. Being normal.Those nights are my favorite. When we're not therapist and patient, not scandal and consequence, just... us.But we both know it can't last.It all comes crashing down on a Tue

87. I Seduced You

Three weeks.Three weeks since I walked out of his apartment with tears streaming down my face and my heart in pieces.Three weeks of radio silence.Three weeks of feeling like I'm drowning.I've tried to move on. I really have. Went to parties. Kissed a guy from my philosophy class at some frat house. It felt like nothing. Like kissing a mannequin. I came home and cried in the shower because all I could think about was Ethan's mouth on mine, Ethan's hands in my hair, Ethan whispering my name like a prayer.I've driven past his building twice. Parked across the street and stared up at his office window like a fucking stalker. Wondered if he was in there. Wondered if he thought about me. Wondered if he missed me the way I missed him.Probably not.He made his choice. Career over me. Ethics over us.And I should respect that. Should let him go. Should find a new therapist like my parents keep nagging me about.But I can't.Because I'm in love with him.And apparently, I'm a masochist.-

88. Frantic Sex

"No." He crosses to me in three strides, grabs my shoulders. "Don't you dare. I made the choice. I'm an adult. I'm the professional. I knew the consequences and I did it anyway. This is on me.""But if I hadn't—""If you hadn't what? Been you? Been beautiful and smart and completely impossible to resist?" His grip tightens. "I wanted you from the first session, Sloane. Before you ever tried to seduce me. Before you ever crossed a line. I wanted you, and I should've referred you to someone else the moment I realized it. But I didn't. Because I'm selfish. Because I wanted to keep seeing you. So don't you dare take the blame for my failures."Tears are streaming down my face now. "What are you going to do?""I don't know." He lets go of me, steps back. "I have to close the practice. Find a new career. Start over. Again.""I could testify," I say desperately. "Tell them it was consensual. That I pursued you—"He laughs bitterly. "That makes it worse. You were my patient. Consent doesn't m

89. Desperate Fuck

"I've wanted to do this since session three," he says, kissing down my neck. "When you described your fantasy. About being bent over my desk.""Do it," I beg. "Please. Fuck me on your desk like you wanted to."He groans, flipping me over so I'm face-down on the cool wood. His hands pull my hips back, positioning me."You're sure?" he asks."I've never been more sure of anything."I feel him line up, feel the head of his cock pressing against me.Then he pushes inside in one hard thrust.We both cry out.He doesn't go slow. Doesn't ease into it. Just fucks me hard and fast against his desk, his hands gripping my hips so tight it's going to leave bruises."Fuck," he groans. "I missed this. Missed you. Missed being inside you.""I missed you too," I gasp. "So much. Every day. I couldn't stop thinking about you—""I couldn't stop either." His hand slides around to find my clit. "Drove myself crazy thinking about you. About this."The dual sensation—his cock inside me, his fingers on my cl

90. I Want All Of You

"Yes. God, yes.""Then stop trying to protect me from myself and just... be with me. Really be with me. Not sneaking around. Not hiding. Just us."He stares at me for a long moment.And I can see the exact moment he makes the decision.The moment he stops fighting."Fuck it," he says."Yeah?""Yeah. Fuck it. Fuck ethics. Fuck rules. Fuck everyone who thinks this is wrong." He kisses me hard. "I choose you too."Joy and relief and love surge through me all at once."Really?""Really." He kisses me again. "I'm probably going to regret this. You're probably going to realize I'm too old and boring and—"I cut him off with a kiss. "Shut up."He laughs. "Okay.""Take me home," I say. "Your home. I want to spend the night. I want to wake up with you. I want all of it.""What about your parents?""I'm an adult. I'll tell them I'm staying at a friend's.""Sloane—""Ethan." I look him in the eye. "If we're doing this, we're really doing this. No more hiding. No more being ashamed. I'm with you.

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