บททั้งหมดของ DADDY’S DIRTY SECRET: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Chapter 4: Soft morning light filtered through the half drawn curtains of the New York hotel suite. I woke slowly, my body deliciously sore in the best possible way. Alex’s strong arm was draped possessively over my waist, his warm chest pressed against my back. His breathing was deep and steady. For a moment, I just lay there, replaying flashes of the night his mouth between my thighs, the way he’d pinned me down, my broken moans of his name echoing off the walls.I shifted carefully, trying to slip out of bed without waking him. One night. That was the deal. No complications.But the second my feet touched the floor, his arm tightened around me. “Where do you think you’re going, Scarlett?” His voice was rough with sleep and sin.I turned, heart fluttering. Alex’s dark eyes were half-open, watching me with that same intense hunger from the bar. His hair was messy, lips slightly swollen from last night. God, he looked even hotter in the morning light.“I… thought you might want to s

Chapter 2: Lingering TouchesThe weekend came like a blessing and a curse. No work, no plans, just the apartment and Mia.I was in the living room reading when she came back from her morning yoga session, glowing with sweat, wearing only a tiny sports bra and the shortest yoga shorts I’d ever seen. Her skin was dewy, abs slightly visible, and her ponytail swayed as she stretched her arms above her head.“Chloe, my shoulders are killing me,” Mia groaned, rolling her neck.“That new flow class was brutal. Can you please be an angel and give me one of your famous massages?”My mouth went dry. “Uh… sure. Sit down.”She dropped onto the couch right in front of me and pulled her sports bra straps down her shoulders, exposing more of her smooth back. “Thanks, babe. You’re the best.”I knelt behind her, trying to steady my breathing. The moment my hands touched her warm, bare skin, electricity shot through my body. I started gently, pressing my thumbs into the tight muscles of her shoulders.

Chapter 1: The Late Night TensionThe clock on my desk glowed past 9 PM, and the entire floor was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional creak of the building settling. I rubbed my eyes, staring at the glowing spreadsheet that refused to balance. Another late night. Being executive assistant to Mason Blackwell meant long hours, but I never complained. Not when the pay was this good and the man himself… well, that was another story.I stood up to stretch, smoothing down my tight black pencil skirt that had ridden up my thighs from sitting so long. The silk blouse I wore clung to my skin, the top two buttons undone because of the stuffy office heat. My heels were kicked off under the desk hours ago. I arched my back, feeling the fabric pull across my breasts, and let out a tired sigh.“Still here, Olivia?”His deep voice cut through the silence like warm whiskey. I spun around. Mason stood in the doorway of his corner office, tie loosened, the top of hi

Chapter 3: After Hours SurrenderMy hands were still shaking when I stepped into Mason’s office the next evening. The floor was completely empty this time no lingering colleagues, no cleaning crew. Just the two of us and the low city lights glowing through the massive windows. I’d followed his instructions: a fitted navy dress with a zipper down the back, easy access, and nothing underneath but a tiny black lace thong.The second I locked the door, Mason was on me.“Lock it properly,” he growled, already stalking toward me. “Come here, Olivia.”I barely took two steps before he pulled me against him, kissing me like he was starving. His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding deep as his hands roamed down my body, squeezing my ass hard through the dress.“I’ve been hard all fucking day thinking about this,” he said against my lips. “Did you touch yourself last night like I told you to?”“Yes,” I breathed, melting into him. “Twice. But it wasn’t enough. I need you, Mason.”He walked me bac

Chapter 1: The Daily TemptationThe board meeting had been a battlefield, full of smug men who thought my father’s company was theirs to carve up. By the time I slid into the back seat of the sleek black SUV, my head was pounding and my body felt wired with leftover adrenaline. The tight emerald green designer dress clung to every curve, the hem riding dangerously high on my thighs from the way I’d collapsed against the soft leather. I kicked off my stilettos with a sigh, letting my bare feet press into the plush carpet.Andrew was already behind the wheel, his broad shoulders filling the driver’s seat. He’d been with me for eight months now quiet, efficient, and far too distracting. At thirty-four, he had this rugged strength that no tailored suit could hide: thick arms corded with muscle from years before he took this job, a sharp jaw, and dark eyes that rarely gave anything away.“Rough day, Miss Lily?” His deep, gravelly voice drifted back as he pulled smoothly away from the towe