Todos os capítulos de TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Chapter 2We stepped out into the hallway and the door to the studio clicked shut behind us. The corridor lights were dimmer than the ones inside, casting long shadows along the scuffed linoleum. Ethan walked a half step ahead the way he always did when the building emptied out, keys already in his hand even though we both knew neither of us was heading home yet.“You’re still coming, right?” he asked without looking back.I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder. “To the thing at Jordan’s?”“Yeah. He texted twice already. Said if we don’t show he’s dragging us out by the hair.”I made a face he couldn’t see. Jordan’s parties were always the same mix of too many people and music loud enough to rattle teeth. Still, the alternative was going back to my room alone with the memory of his thumb on my lip sitting heavy in my head. “Fine. But I’m not staying late.”He glanced over his shoulder then, a quick cut of his eyes that landed on my mouth for half a second before sliding away. “

Chapter 4Maya’s pov I gave up on sleep sometime after the sky outside the window started turning that thin gray that meant morning was coming whether we wanted it or not. Ethan’s breathing had never evened out either. We had spent the whole night lying inches apart in his bed, both of us too aware of the space between our bodies to drift off for more than a few restless minutes at a time.I sat up carefully. The sheets whispered. Ethan’s eyes opened right away like he had been waiting for the sound.“You didn’t sleep,” I said.“Neither did you.”The air in the room felt thick. His shirt still hung loose on my frame. My shorts had ridden up during the night and I tugged them down without looking at him. Every small movement seemed louder than it should have been.He sat up too, rubbing a hand over his face. “I need coffee. Or food. Something.”“I can make something.”He looked at me for a second longer than necessary. “Yeah. Okay.”We ended up in the kitchen without discussing it fur

Chapter 1Sloane’s pov I had the desk arranged the way I liked it before anyone else showed up. Pens in a straight line. Event folders stacked by date. The shared calendar open to the current week with every deadline highlighted in the same shade of blue. The student activities office ran smoother when people respected order. Most of them eventually learned.The door opened twelve minutes past the hour.I didn’t look up right away. I finished typing the last line of an email and hit send before lifting my gaze. A girl I had never seen before stood just inside the doorway with a canvas bag hanging off one shoulder and a coffee cup in her hand. Dark hair pulled into a loose knot that was already coming undone. She scanned the room like she was deciding whether it was worth her time.“You’re late,” I said.She raised an eyebrow and walked farther in. “Traffic.”“Campus is three blocks wide. Try again.”She stopped in front of my desk, set the coffee down on the edge of a stack of approv

Chapter 3Sloane,s pov The private office assignment landed without warning the following afternoon. Maintenance had sealed the main room for electrical work that ran longer than scheduled. The only remaining space was the narrow back office usually reserved for confidential student meetings. One desk. Two chairs. Barely enough room to stand without turning sideways.Rina arrived and took in the new arrangement with a slow look that made my shoulders tighten.“Cozy,” she said.“Temporary.”“How temporary?”“Three late shifts. Maybe four if the work runs over.”She set her bag down and claimed the chair closest to the single window. The room immediately felt smaller. Every sound carried. The scrape of a chair leg. The soft click of a pen. The quiet shift of fabric when either of us moved.We tried to work. The showcase timeline still needed final vendor confirmations and a revised run-of-show. Silence lasted less than ten minutes.“You’re hovering over the lighting cues again,” Rina s

Chapter 5Sloane,s pov The showcase ended in a blur of applause and scattered cleanup. Volunteers drifted out in pairs. The last of the donor thank-yous were handled. By the time the main hall emptied, only the two of us remained to lock the student activities office.Rina followed me inside without a word. The private office still carried the faint smell of ink and the memory of the night we almost crossed every line. I set the master keys on the desk and turned to say something practical about the final inventory.I never got the words out.Rina stepped into my space the same way she always did when she wanted a reaction. This time I didn’t tell her to back up. The restraint that had held through days of arguments and one nearly catastrophic almost simply gave way.She pinned me against the edge of the desk hard enough that the wood bit into the backs of my thighs. Her mouth crashed onto mine with none of the hesitation from the night before. The kiss was open and hungry and edged