All Chapters of MY FATHER'S BESTFRIEND [short steamy stories]: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Arthur didn't stop. He began to pump, his movements rhythmic and violent. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her. The sound of their bodies colliding—a wet, slapping noise—filled the room."You're so tight," Arthur groaned.He gripped her thighs, digging his fingers into her flesh. He shifted his angle, hitting her G-spot with every plunge. Chloe's internal muscles clamped around him, milking him."I love it... I love how big you are," she whimpered.Arthur accelerated. He was no longer the polished architect; he was a man possessed. He felt the friction building, the heat intensifying.Chloe's orgasm hit first. Her walls spasmed violently, squeezing him in waves of ecstasy. She cried out, her voice breaking as she clung to him.Arthur followed seconds later. He let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he shot his seed deep into her. He felt the warm liquid erupting, filling her cervix, overflowing from her opening.They stayed locked together for a long time, the

The air smelled of lilies and old money. A grandfather clock ticked with a rhythmic, oppressive weight in the silence. He waited for the woman who had become his latest assignment.Seraphina descended the spiral staircase with a slow, deliberate grace. She wore a silk slip dress that clung to her hips like a second skin. Her blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders in messy, golden waves."So, you are the new shadow my father hired," she said. Her voice carried a melodic, mocking edge. She stopped three steps above him, forcing him to look up."I am your security, Miss Thorne," Gideon replied. His voice was a low rumble that vibrated in his chest. He did not blink, keeping his expression a mask of professional indifference."Security," she echoed, tasting the word. She stepped down, her bare toes grazing the marble. She circled him, the scent of vanilla and jasmine trailing in her wake."I dont need a babysitter, especially one who looks like he wants to be anywhere else," she continued

Seraphina climaxed at the same moment, her body convulsing around him. She sobbed into his shoulder, the emotional release as powerful as the physical one. They clung to each other in the dark, narrow closet.As the weeks turned into months, the power struggle evolved into a partnership. They found a balance between the duty of his job and the passion of their private life. Seraphina grew more mature, her spoilage replaced by a deep, focused devotion to Gideon.Her father eventually noticed the change. He saw the way she looked at the bodyguard, the way she listened to him without complaint. He didn't understand the nature of their bond, but he respected the results."You've done a fine job with her, Gideon," her father said one evening. They stood on the terrace, watching the sunset over the estate. "She's finally acting like a Thorne.""She was always a Thorne, sir," Gideon replied. He kept his voice professional, though his mind was on the woman waiting for him upstairs. "She just

Hawthorne stopped behind her. She felt the heat radiating from his body. Then, his hands landed on her hips, his fingers digging in with a sudden, sharp pressure that made her gasp."The first lesson is stillness," he whispered. "You will not move unless I tell you to. You will not make a sound unless I permit it."He slid his hands upward, his palms grazing her ribs. He reached around and captured her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He rolled them firmly, twisting the sensitive peaks.Zoey let out a sharp cry, her back arching. Hawthorne immediately tightened his grip, a small pinch that brought a flash of pain followed by a wave of intense heat."I said no sounds," he reminded her, his voice stern."I'm sorry," she whimpered."Sorry is for children," he said. "In this room, there is only obedience and reward."He released her breasts and moved his hand down, sliding it between her thighs. Zoey jumped, her legs instinctively trying to close. He pushed them apart, his fing

The marble corridors of the Capitol building echoed with the rhythmic click of Olivia’s heels. She carried a stack of briefs that felt heavier than the legislative weight they contained. Senator Grant walked three paces ahead, his charcoal suit tailored to a precision that bordered on the surgical.He didn't look back, yet he knew exactly where she was. His presence occupied the space around him like a gravitational pull, commanding attention without uttering a single word. Olivia watched the set of his shoulders, the way his silver-streaked hair caught the sterile fluorescent light."The committee meeting starts in ten minutes, Olivia," Grant said, his voice a smooth, authoritative baritone."I have the updated polling data ready, Senator," she replied, quickening her pace to match his."Good. Efficiency is the only currency I value in this building."He paused at the heavy mahogany door of his private office, turning to look at her with eyes that were a piercing, cold blue. There wa