Todos los capítulos de Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Noa woke up to coffee and a hand between her legs.Grant’s shirt was the only thing on her. It smelled like him. It stopped high on her thighs. Under it, she was still slick from last night, sore in that deep used way that made her push into his fingers before her eyes were fully open.Camille sat on the edge of the bed with a mug, watching.“Breakfast,” she said.Noa’s voice was rough. “That’s not breakfast.”Grant slid two fingers into her and curled them. “It is now.”She was wet enough that the sound was shameless in the morning light. Camille sipped her coffee and used her other hand to lift the shirt, exposing Noa’s tits, her stomach, the place Grant’s fingers disappeared.“You slept in our wet spot,” Camille said. “Good.”Noa gasped as Grant rubbed her clit with his thumb. “Your neighbors—”“Can mind their own windows.” Camille leaned down and sucked Noa’s nipple through the cotton, then pulled the shirt up and did it properly, slow, while her husband fingered the girl next doo

The dress looked expensive.It also came up easy.Noa stood on the 4B balcony with a wine bottle in her hand and nothing under the silk. Saturday night. Two other couples. Ice in glasses. Camille laughing like this was just drinks with friends and the girl next door who watered plants.Grant’s fingers were already under the dress.He stood close enough that it looked like hosting. His hand was between Noa’s thighs, two fingers lazy in her, hidden by the rail and the dark. Noa kept pouring.Across from them, a woman named Brooke was talking about a renovation.Noa said, “That sounds huge,” and clenched around Grant’s fingers.Camille saw it.She always did.She stepped in on Noa’s other side, smiled at Brooke, and murmured, “You’re leaking down your leg.”Noa’s hand tightened on the bottle.Grant curled his fingers and found that swollen spot like he had marked it for parties.“Don’t you dare come,” Camille said under her breath. “Not out here.”Brooke’s husband asked Grant about work.

Wren waited until 12:40.Elise had gone to her own floor with a migraine and a warning: Breakfast is 8 sharp. Don’t let Dominic charm you into changing the briefing.Wren took the elevator to 14 with the extra key and no briefing notes.She didn’t knock.The light turned green.1412 was dark except for the city through the curtains. Dominic was in the chair by the window in just his slacks, unzipped, a glass in his hand like he had been sitting there since she left.“I said before seven,” he said.Wren shut the door. Locked it. “You also said you had the room till Sunday.”His eyes went down her body.She had changed out of the conference dress. Hotel robe. Nothing under it. The belt barely doing its job.Dominic set the glass down.“Come here.”Wren walked to the chair.He opened the robe with two fingers and looked at her like the afternoon had been an intermission. Her nipples were already tight. Her thighs were already shiny. She had touched herself in her own room thinking about

The dinner ended at 10:41.Wren lasted until 10:43.Elise was trapped in donor goodbyes. Dominic passed Wren in the corridor and didn’t stop walking.She already knew the floor.The key.The lock.1412 opened on the first try.Dominic had her against the door before it latched. The work dress came down with his mouth, not his hands. He bit the zipper, dragged it with his teeth, cursed when it stuck, then ripped the last inch and let the fabric drop.Wren stood there in heels and the thong he had been ruining since breakfast.Dominic went to his knees and took that off with his teeth too.The lace stretched, snapped off one hip, ended up in his fist.He buried his face between her legs.Wren’s head hit the door.He licked through everything he had left on her all day — alcove, stairwell, closet, the lining of the dress. It was filthy and thorough. Two fingers pumped into her while he sucked her clit, and Wren came standing up with a broken moan she didn’t bother swallowing. The hallway

The water went cold before Hallie finished rinsing.That was how she knew the plumber was still in the house. The main line. The valve. The thing her husband had said should only take an hour, babe, just stay out of his way.Drew had left for the airport at six.The shower was supposed to be her private hour after that.Hallie shut the water off and listened.Boots in the hall.Not gone.She wrapped a towel around herself that was too small on purpose. Not the first time. The first time she had grabbed it in a hurry. This time her hands were steady.She opened the bathroom door.Miles was at the linen closet with the panel half off, wrench in one hand, eyes lifting like he had been trying not to look at the steam.Then he looked.Hallie stood there with wet hair and water running down her legs. The towel held. Barely. One deep breath and it would be a problem.Miles cleared his throat.“I thought you were staying in there till I packed up.”“The water died.”“I had to cut it to swap t