Can’t Stay Away From My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Ava forced her way through the crowd toward Emma. Her heart still hammered from the encounter with Damon. Her thighs felt slick with arousal. Every step made her aware of the dampness between her legs. She could not believe how easily he had gotten under her skin. One conversation and she was already imagining him bending her over the railing and fucking her raw in front of the entire party.Emma grabbed her hand and pulled her into a group of laughing friends. “There you are. What did my brother say to you? You look flushed.”“Nothing important,” Ava lied. She plastered on a smile and joined the conversation. But her mind kept drifting back to those stormy blue eyes and the way his thumb had stroked her knuckles. The dirty promises in his voice still echoed in her ears.The party grew louder as the night deepened. The DJ switched to heavier beats. Bodies pressed closer on the makeshift dance floor. Ava tried to lose herself in the music. She danced with Emma and a few others. Her hip

Ava lay on the couch catching her breath. Damon’s cum cooled on her skin. Streaks of it decorated her breasts and stomach. She felt marked. Claimed. The molly still pulsed through her veins. Making every nerve ending sing with leftover pleasure. Her pussy throbbed from the hard fucking he had just given her. She was sore in the best way. Stretched and satisfied but already craving more.Damon stood over her. His cock was still half hard. Shiny with her juices. He looked like a god. Shirt unbuttoned. Muscles glistening with sweat. Those stormy blue eyes devoured the sight of her spread out and messy. “You look beautiful like this,” he said. His voice was rough. “Covered in my cum. Fucked out and wanting more.”He reached down and rubbed his seed into her skin. Like he was branding her. His fingers trailed over her nipples. Pinching them lightly until she arched off the couch. Ava moaned softly. The touch sent fresh sparks straight to her clit. “We should get back,” she whispered. Even

The drive to Damon’s penthouse passed in a haze of heated touches and stolen kisses. His fingers stayed buried between Ava’s thighs the entire time. Stroking her slowly. Teasing her swollen clit while the driver navigated the glittering Chicago streets. She bit her lip hard to stay quiet. Her pussy clenched around the two fingers he had pushed inside her. Still slick with their combined releases from the party. The molly continued to pulse through her system. Turning every caress into liquid fire.By the time the private elevator doors opened directly into his top floor sanctuary Ava was trembling with need again. The space took her breath away. Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the sparkling city lights. Modern furniture in deep blacks and silvers. A massive living area that flowed into a bedroom visible through open double doors. Everything screamed wealth and power. Just like the man who owned it.Damon did not give her time to admire it. He lifted her into his arms the moment th

Ava stood in front of her closet for far too long the next evening. She had changed outfits three times already. The simple black jeans and emerald green blouse finally won. Nothing too revealing. Nothing that screamed she was trying to impress Damon Blackwood. This was supposed to be closure. A final conversation in a public place where she could keep her walls up and her clothes on. She added a light jacket and grabbed her purse. Her reflection in the mirror looked determined. She hoped her racing pulse agreed.The restaurant was a quiet Italian spot tucked away in a neighborhood far from the usual billionaire haunts. Damon had chosen well. Dim lighting, private booths, and no chance of running into Emma or her crowd. When Ava arrived he was already there. Seated at a corner table. Looking unfairly handsome in a dark button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His watch caught the light. Expensive but understated. He stood when he saw her. Those stormy blue eyes softening in a way

Ava arrived at Emma’s apartment that weekend carrying a bottle of wine and a box of pastries from their favorite bakery. The familiar building felt both comforting and treacherous now. Every step up the stairs reminded her of the secrets she carried. The laughter they had shared over the years. The late night talks where Emma had complained about her brother’s distant lifestyle. Ava plastered on a smile as Emma opened the door and pulled her into a tight hug.“You look amazing,” Emma said. She stepped back and eyed Ava with playful suspicion. “Or maybe a little tired. Late nights working on that big campaign?”Ava forced a laugh and handed over the gifts. “Something like that. Work has been kicking my ass lately. But enough about me. How are you? Still riding the birthday high?”They settled into the living room with snacks and drinks. Emma launched into stories about her own chaotic week at the design firm. Ava listened attentively. Nodding in all the right places. But her mind kept