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I dropped my glass of water on the dresser and wrapped my arms around his neck. He hugged me around my waist. “Mhm and I wouldn't want to be doing this with anyone else but you,” he said, leaned down, and kissed my lips. “It’s crazy how much of a twist my life has been in the last couple of years,” I said with a little laugh against his lips. I kissed his lips and drew back to have a clearer view of him. “All because I fell in love with my father’s best friend.” THE END.

"I'll be by your side no matter what happens. Whatever you need, I'm here." I hugged him back, guilt gnawing at my insides for lying. But what was I supposed to say? That his forty year old best friends had fucked me senseless and awakened my dormant wolf? That they claimed I was their mate and I couldn't stop thinking about them and fucked me into my decision? No. That conversation would never ever happen. "Thank you, Dad," I whispered against his shoulder.

Have you ever thought of spreading your legs so fucking wide for your dad’s best friend that he wrecks your virgin pussy and fucks you full of cum for an entire summer while your dad thinks he’s just “protecting” you? Hey… it’s me again. Dad dropped the bombshell that I’d be staying with his best friend all summer. “Knox will look after you, baby. He’s family. You’ll be safe there.” Safe. Yeah right. Dad has no clue I’ve been creaming my panties for his best friend for years.

Dad’s Best Friend Chapter 3: Stolen Afternoons The days that followed our first real kiss felt like walking on a tightrope — thrilling, terrifying, and impossibly delicate. Dad returned from his business trip none the wiser, happy to have his best friend around. He and Marcus spent mornings playing golf or working on some old car project in the garage, laughing like they were still twenty years old. Meanwhile, I tried to act normal — helping Mom with errands, reading by the pool, and pretending my heart didn’t skip every time Marcus walked into a room.

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“Maybe I shouldn’t have clicked but don’t act like you weren’t teasing me with it. You’ve been eye-fucking me since I got here, talking about bending me over. Now I see the real you in there and it’s not all power and filthy scenes. You got hurt too. That part about the guy who ghosted you after you let him in? Sounds familiar.” Damien’s jaw clenched but something shifted in his eyes. He grabbed my shirt collar, pulling me in until our faces were inches apart, breath mixing hot. “Familiar how? You gonna pretend you haven’t been burned either? Don’t act like your messages didn’t give that away when we emailed about the book.” I swallowed hard, feeling his body heat, the bulge in his jeans pre

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"He's my dad's best friend, alright?" Jason's eyebrows shot up. "Your dad's best friend? Seriously?" I nodded, looking away. "Yeah, seriously." He whistled appreciatively. "Well, well, isn't that interesting. You really are full of surprises, Sophia Skye." I grinned, relieved that my admission hadn't thrown him off too much. "Yep, I'm a regular enigma." He laughed, his eyes warm as he looked at me. "I believe it. So, what's the story there? How come the richest guy in town is your dad's best friend?"

“Dad…you always say to tell you everything because you are my best friend, right? You are the only friend I trust enough to pour my heart out to without worrying that I’ll be used down the line. The only friend who will not judge me, even if I am a little weird and have a strange phobia of words and people and I can be empty sometimes. I feel that way again, Dad. Empty. And unlike the other times, I can not find a silver lining. It is just off and wrong and many other negative words. I thought about it last night like you tell me to whenever I am stuck. You said I should take a deep breath and think about the root of the issue, because once that is solved, everything else will be as well. “I