Best Friends Dad Romance Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dark eyes, straight nose, five o’clock beard dusting his chin, a temptation any woman would fight for. Older, yes, but devastatingly so. It makes me wonder how many hearts he’s broken when he was younger. I’ve had a secret crush on him from the first time I met him. It’s hard not to. Handsome and fit, too fit for his age of fifty. Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jawline, lean but firm muscles, and a charming smile when he chooses to give it. I can’t stop swooning for the man, not that I ever dared act on it, since he’s my best friend’s father, and until earlier today, I had a boyfriend.

"And while your mother is away, you will call me sir, or you will call me daddy. Choose one." Roe caught her breath, a wicked, defiant smile spreading across her lips even as tears of heat pricked the corners of her eyes. She twisted her neck, looking up at his sharp, chiseled jawline and those cold, dark eyes that were currently boring holes into her. "Why should I?" she challenged, her voice dripping with deliberate provocation. "You're not my real dad. You just like having me under your hand like this. Admit it. You've been looking for an excuse to touch me all week."

** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father. Soon, they give in to the fiery chemistry burning between them. However their hide and seek relationship is only a ticking bomb waiting to blow up in their faces. As sparks ignite into something deeper, Isadora finds herself falling deep in love with the man who she can never be with. And the holiday reveals secrets that should never see the light of day. ** ** ** Isadora's P

–Dad Be good. I crumble the note in my fist, jaw tight. That phrase doesn’t mean anything when you're left alone in a five-bedroom house with no one but a ghost of a father and a man who’s always just... watching. Roman Cross. The name tastes dangerous on my tongue even when I’m not saying it out loud. My dad’s best friend. Ex-special forces. Always in black. Eyes like cold steel and a voice that makes waiters stand straighter. He’s been around since I was a kid. Quiet, controlled, impossible to read. The kind of man who doesn’t speak unless it's important—but when he does, everyone listens. Even my dad.

But Ren knew better. He broke the seal and read the letter once. Then again, when again. Each time slower, Each word settled deeper. "Your father has taken a mate. The bond is real, and the mate is male. Kael." Ren exhaled sharply through his nose. Of course. Of course that was how it would come to him. Not from Darius his own father, or from the pack. But from someone who knew exactly how to turn truth into a blade. His fingers tightened on the parchment until it creased.

"Tell me how it feels betraying your dad in his own cabin." "So wrong," I moaned, pushing up to meet every thrust. "But I love it. I love your cock. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop." He kissed me rough and deep, swallowing my moans while he drove into me. "You’re mine now, Sophia. Every family trip, every barbecue, every time your dad turns his back, I’m pulling you aside and ruining this pussy. Understand?" "Yes," I whimpered, nails digging into his back. "I’m yours. My dad’s best friend owns me completely."

“I used to watch you at barbecues and wonder what it would be like if you grabbed me instead of just smiling. Now you’re really here stretching me out raw and it’s better than any scene I’ve done. Tell me more about the business shit with my dad I need to know while you make me cum.” He groaned and lifted one of my legs higher over his shoulder, changing the angle so his cock hit that spot inside me perfectly. “Those partners were trying to drag him into shady loans that would have ruined everything,” he said through heavy breaths, thrusting faster and rougher, skin slapping loud.

MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND CHAPTER 1 KAYLEE I thought I had the place to myself for two whole weeks. Dad and Lisa left for Italy this morning, Mr. Thompson (his best friend since college) was supposed to be on some trip in Canada until the end of the month. The house is huge, the pool is perfect, and I’ve been crushing on Mr. Thompson since I was old enough to know what a crush was. Tall, broad, salt-and-pepper hair, forearms that could break me in half… yeah. I’ve touched myself in his guest bed more times than I can count.