All Chapters of SIX DADDIES TO SIN WITH : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHLOE:"Get dressed," he interrupts my thoughts, checking his watch. "Maya’s driver informed me she will be back in exactly five minutes. We are having dinner at Rosé."Without waiting for a response, he walks away, shutting the door behind him.What the hell is wrong with me? I ask myself as I collapse onto the bed.My body is still shaking, my nipples are hard, and all I can think about is the way his chest felt against mine. Dinner is in a few minutes—and I am still completely naked.**Minutes later, I stand at the bottom of the staircase, my backless dress exposing every inch of my spine. The memories from the bedroom still burn in my mind.“If you want to prove you aren't vanilla, Chloe... you don’t do it with a piece of plastic.”"Chloe, thank God you're down," Maya groans, pulling me out of my head.I blink, adjusting to the bright foyer lights. She is curled on the sofa, wrapped in a thick cashmere blanket. Her face is pale, her knees tucked tightly against her chest."What'

MARCUS:I shove myself deeper inside her, my movements hollow and robotic.The woman beneath me on my desk lets out a breathless moan, her fingers clawing at my suit jacket. Physically, my body is going through the motions. My dick is rock-hard, throbbing with an unholy intensity that should mean I am on the verge of losing control. But inside my head, I feel absolutely nothing.My mind is completely trapped in the events of yesterday. I can still smell Chloe's intoxicating perfume. I can still feel her wet panties against my bare palm. Her annoying voice echoes through my skull, tormenting me in ways I hate to admit that I like.“Arthur is incredibly hot... imagining what he could do to me... it just drives me crazy.”Fury rushes through my veins. The thought of my best friend touching her, or seeing her the way I saw her in that guest room, makes my chest tighten. Abruptly, I grip the woman's hips and pull myself completely out of her.She gasps in shock, blinking up at me from the

CHLOE:My brain completely short-circuits as I hoist myself onto the desk.Marcus traps me, placing his hands on either side of my body. He leans close to my neck, the tip of his nose brushing against my skin. Then I catch that faint smell of sex again. I press my hand flat against his chest, my face contorting as I stare him down."You just had sex with another woman, didn’t you?"“What?”"You smell like cum, Mr. Vance.""Yes," he says, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Cumming to you.”My mouth parts to speak, but he crashes his lips onto mine impatiently, stealing my last breath of air. My hands move on their own, wrapping tightly around his neck. I match his intensity, sucking in his minty breath.“Hmm...” His moan rumbles into my mouth as I open up for him.His tongue meets mine, tangling for seconds as he fights for dominance. My entire body goes weak as heat pools heavily between my legs. His hands move hungrily over my skin. Pulling at the strap of my bikini top, the knot loose

CHLOEI scramble down the hall in Marcus’ hoodie, my heart hammering against my ribs until I finally burst into my guest room and slam the door shut.I bolt straight into the bathroom, turning the shower handle to freezing cold.Shit. Shit. Shit.I step under the spray, letting out a gasp as the icy water hits my skin. I scrub myself frantically, trying to wash away the scent of him, the lingering ache between my thighs, and the evidence of my own recklessness. If Maya comes back up and smells a hint of sex on me, she will connect the dots instantly.My mind spins in absolute chaos.I am supposed to be wallowing in the aftermath of Chad’s betrayal, not getting wrecked by my best friend’s billionaire father.Just as I step out of the glass enclosure, dripping wet and grabbing a towel to wrap around my torso, my bedroom door flies open with a loud bang.“Ahhh!” I shriek, jumping backward.Maya rolls her e

MARCUS:I can’t sleep.The dark room feels stifling, the bed far too empty.I pull a pillow over my face, groaning under my breath, but it does nothing to block out the memory of her.My mind keeps violently dragging me back to the study—the way her hands clutched my shoulders, the flush on her chest, her soft moans. God, everything about her seemed so perfect.It was one time, I remind myself, staring up at the ceiling.With a sigh, I sit up, raking a hand through my messy hair. Then, I reach into the small refrigerator built into the corner cabinet, pulling out a bottle of red wine.I pour myself a glass and down it at once. The liquid burns my throat, but it does nothing to cool my blood.Frustrated, I pick up my laptop, opening a random adult site to find a quick distraction. I last thirty seconds before shutting the screen with a snap. It is useless.Everything on the screen is a cheap replacement for Chloe.Restless, I pick up my phone off the nightstand.I tell myself I am just