All Chapters of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Flora's POV I woke up feeling completely warm and satisfied. Every muscle in my body felt heavy and relaxed. The sun was just starting to peek through the heavy curtains of Eugene's master bedroom, casting soft shadows across the massive bed. We had traveled to heaven and back a few more times during the night, and my skin still felt intensely sensitive from his touch.I shifted slightly, my eyes landing on Eugene. He was still fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in a deep, slow rhythm. He looked incredibly handsome and peaceful without his strict mask on.My gaze slid down under the white sheet. The fabric was raised high, pushed up by a massive, rigid morning erection. Even in his sleep, his body was burning hot and fully alive.A sudden wave of desire hit me, making my core throb with a familiar, heavy ache. I carefully slid down the mattress, keeping my movements completely silent. I pulled the sheet back, exposing his thick, pulsing length in the dim morning light.I leane

Flora's POV The heavy iron gates at the edge of the driveway clicked open at exactly two o'clock on Sunday afternoon.The sound felt like a physical slap, instantly shattering the warm, quiet bubble we had been living in. For seventy-two hours, the house had belonged entirely to us. Sitting there on the living room sofa, waiting for the car to pull up, my mind was completely flooded with the memory of how incredible the last few days had been. It had been a non-stop blur of absolute pleasure, food, and pure relaxation. I had never felt so completely cherished and thoroughly satisfied in my entire life.My skin still tingled with the memory of our very last moments together in his bed just hours ago. He had been so dominant, holding my hips tightly, driving into me with a slow, heavy rhythm that made me cry out his name until we both completely dissolved into the mattress. We had held each other in the quiet steam of the shower afterward, whispering things that felt entirely too big f

Flora's POV The leather of the steering wheel felt completely foreign under my hands.Beside me in the passenger seat, Emily was still talking, her voice a bright, continuous stream of words that bounced off the windows of the car. She was talking about her schedule for the upcoming week, the professors she needed to email, and how glad she was that we had managed to pack everything into the trunk without having to leave anything behind. I nodded at the right times. I hummed in agreement whenever she paused for a breath. I kept my eyes fixed entirely on the gray asphalt of the highway stretching out ahead of us, maintaining the perfect, steady mask of the reliable best friend.But internally, I wasn't on the highway at all. I was still trapped in the heavy, dark shadows of that mahogany study.My entire body felt entirely heavy, weighed down by a deep, delicious exhaustion that seemed to seep straight into my bones. Between my thighs, the sweet, throbbing ache of what Eugene had just

Flora's POV "Flora, seriously, if you smile at your phone one more time, I’m going to throw it out the window," Emily laughed, dumping a heavy stack of textbooks onto our shared study table.I didn't look up immediately. My thumbs were already flying across the screen, a soft blush warming my cheeks as I read the message that had just popped up.You’re distracted today. If your grades drop because you’re thinking about my bed, I’ll have to find a suitable way to punish you when you get back.My stomach did a violent, delicious flip. I bit my lower lip, my fingers quickly typing a response.Maybe I want to be punished, Daddy.I quickly hit send and locked the screen, turning the phone face down on the table just as Emily dropped into the chair opposite me. For the past two weeks since we returned to campus, my phone had become my lifeline. Eugene and I had completely thrown out our rule about not texting. What started as quick, vague check-ins had turned into a non-stop back-and-forth

The bass from the speakers vibrated straight through the soles of my shoes. The Vault Lounge was packed to the brim with college students, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume, alcohol, and sweat. The strobe lights flashed in rhythmic bursts of blue and red, casting long, dramatic shadows across the crowded dance floor. "Drink up, Flo!" Emily shouted over the roar of the music, sliding a bright pink cocktail toward me across our high-top table. Beside her, Josh had his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, laughing at something his friend Marcus had just said. Marcus was the same guy from the beach trip pool party—tall, athletic, and currently wearing a tight polo shirt that showed off his arms. He had been staring at me since we sat down, his eyes continuously dropping to the low neckline of my sleeveless black top. "I'm fine with this one, Em," I laughed back, taking a slow sip of my drink just to have something to do with my hands. "Oh, come on, don't be a buzzki