Todos los capítulos de Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Capítulo 311 - Capítulo 320

The wine was terrible. They didn’t finish it.Cole watched her mouth the way he had in the conference room, only now there was no printout to blame. Lena set the glass down after two sips.“If I stay on this stool I will start quoting you,” she said.“Then don’t stay on the stool.”His place was eight minutes in a car that didn’t talk. A loft above a street that had already given up for the evening. Books. A kitchen that looked used, which made the messages worse. She stood in it and saw the sentences she’d rendered — knees, please, neighbors — and felt her pulse kick.Cole didn’t crowd her. He dropped his keys. “Say stop and I call you a car.”“I’m not saying stop.”He kissed her like a man who had heard his own want in another voice and couldn’t go back to paper. Lena opened her mouth and he took it, hands at her jaw, then her waist, lifting her onto the counter they apparently did use. Her skirt rode up. He stepped between her knees and she felt how hard he already was, the day sit

Two weeks later he knocked at 7:04 like a man who had taken the note seriously.Lena opened the door in the dress she’d already decided was coming off. Cole looked travel-tired and clean-shaven and hungry in a way no deposition had invented.“Plane was early,” he said. “I sat in a diner until seven. The wine wasn’t even on the menu. I drank coffee and hated it.”“Good.”She pulled him in by the shirt. The bolt threw. Then his mouth was on hers and the two weeks collapsed into the entry — keys on the floor, her back to the door, his thigh between hers. He made a sound into the kiss like the diner coffee had been a long joke.“Bedroom,” she said. “If you do the kitchen first I’ll think about page four.”“Not page four.” He lifted her anyway, carried her the short hall, and laid her on her own bed like he’d been picturing the square footage from another city. Dress up. Mouth on her throat, her breast, down. He dragged her underwear off and licked her without a briefing, stubborn, two fin

The zipper was the loudest thing in the dark besides the roof.Rowan’s mouth found hers first — rain on his skin, heat under it. Quinn opened and he took it, headset knocking her shoulder, forgotten. Mateo didn’t wait for a turn like a polite sideline. He stepped in at her back, pushed the staff jacket off her arms, and put his mouth on the side of her throat while his hands mapped her waist.“Still yes,” Mateo said against her pulse.“Still yes. Don’t make me blow a whistle.”Rowan’s laugh was wrecked. He lifted her onto the trainer’s table. The vinyl sighed. Quinn’s shirt followed the jacket. Two mouths: Rowan at her breast, sucking through her bra, then under it; Mateo kissing her while she gasped. She grabbed a fistful of each of them — rival shirts, same rain.Mateo’s hand opened her slacks, slid in, found her wet. “Christ.”“Storm did that,” she lied.“Liar,” Rowan said, and dropped to a crouch between her knees.He dragged slacks and underwear down together and put his mouth on

We broke the rule before the bedroom door even clicked shut.Sloane pushed me against it and licked Vincent’s come off my stomach like she was starving. I pulled her hair and kissed her hard, tasting him on her tongue. We didn’t last five minutes. Her fingers were inside me and mine were inside her when we heard his footsteps in the hall.We froze.The footsteps stopped outside the door.Then they kept going.Neither of us slept.He called us to the office at 7 a.m. sharp.Vincent sat behind the desk like last night never happened. Fresh shirt. Same cold eyes. Two printed pages sat in front of him.“Sit.”We sat in the two chairs he’d placed directly in front of the desk. Close enough that our knees almost touched.He slid one page to me and one to Sloane.House Rules – Effective Immediately1. You will address me as Sir in this house. 2. No touching each other without my permission. 3. Clothes off the second you enter this office. 4. Bedtime is 10 p.m. unless I say otherwise.

He let us sleep in his bed until 6 a.m.Then he woke us up by pulling the covers off and slapping both our asses at the same time.“Up. Shower. Separate. I want you in the office in twenty minutes. Naked.”We didn’t speak in the hallway. Sloane’s eyes kept flicking to me like she already knew tonight was going to be different.Vincent was waiting behind the desk again, but this time there were two glasses of water and nothing else.He pointed at the floor in front of him.“On your knees. Facing each other.”We dropped.He leaned back in his chair and studied us like he was deciding which one of us he wanted to break first.“Last night I let you both come. That was a one-time gift. Tonight you earn it.”He stood and walked around us.“New game. You’re going to make each other come. First one to finish gets my bed. The loser sleeps on the floor at the foot of it. No blankets. No touching me after. Clear?”Sloane’s throat moved when she swallowed.“Yes, Sir.”I echoed it.Vincent’s mouth