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"I'm your step-father, Chloe. I've spent every single day trying to be the man you needed, the stable presence in your life. Fighting it is the only thing that kept this house standing." "Well, the house is shaking now," she whispered, shifting her hips again, the friction of her soft curves against his thigh sending a jolt of heat straight to his core. "And I don't want stability right now. I don't want a father figure. I want a man. I want you." Marcus let out a ragged groan, his resolve snapping like a dry twig. He surged forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that was less of a greeting and more of a collision. It was desperate, hungry, and fueled by years of suppressed longing.

“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.

Vic leans back on the couch and exhales heavily. "And we got to know her when we were at the foster home. Plus... I have a boyfriend, his name is Kye Ripley. Seems like I know more of your friends than you know ours, dad." "I'd be glad to meet them any day, any time. Just say when," dad says joyfully. "Tonight, what do you think?" I chime. "Roxy, honey, you know that we haven't solved our issues, I don't even know if both of you will allow me back into your lives," he says, curiosity quite clear in his eyes.

“Mom.” Adrian laughed sheepishly. “Dad will do no such thing. Although he made a mistake, he still has you in his heart. “Dad’s living at my place, and he’s been talking about you every day. He wonders who will be there to take a walk with you when you’re in a bad mood. He even reads romance novels on his phone to learn how the male lead pursues the female lead. He wants to beg for your forgiveness.” Hunter was already castrated. No matter how pretty and young the other women were, he could not have them.

I recognized him instantly; I had seen him many times in Mark’s photo albums. Up close, his presence was staggering. He didn't look his age at all. If I didn't know he was Mark’s father, I wouldn't have guessed he was older. He had a powerful, athletic build, as if he spent a lot of time at the gym. While his aura was mature, his face remained strikingly handsome. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. I couldn't move my hands, and I couldn't even close my mouth in shock at this unexpected meeting with my boyfriend’s father.

I insisted, my face burning. “Emery…” she warned. “He wasn’t!” I argued. Silence followed her sigh. “You know Knox has known my dad since Knox was nineteen, right?” I rubbed one hand slowly across my face. “Why does that feel threatening?” “Because Knox said he’s literally never seen my dad lose focus in the cage,” she revealed, her voice dropping. At her words, my stomach tightened embarrassingly fast at the revelation, bringing that stupid warmth back into my nether regions. It was a dangerous feeling, a very dangerous feeling.

“Never tempt me like that again.” If he thought his little display of stoic restraint was going to make me retreat into a corner and play the quiet, obedient stepson, he had severely miscalculated. If Vincent wanted to pretend I didn't affect him, fine. I was going to force him to watch exactly what he was throwing away. So, when a guy I’d been casually messaging on a dating app—a smooth-talking, mid-twenties architect named Julian—asked me out for drinks, I said yes.

I took another suppressant anyway and went to my room. I was on my bed with a textbook when Chloe appeared in the doorway still in her jacket from her tutorial, bag over one shoulder, eyes landing on me with that immediate reading she'd always been able to do. "You okay?" She asked. "You look… flushed." "Just hot." I forced a laugh, my fingers tightening around the book. "Maybe coming down with something." "You’ve been weird since the pool." She tilted her head. "Did something happen with Tristan again?" Yes. Your father kissed me, and I’ve been thinking about it every second since.

"Yes, I did. How I run the company is up to me." My father placed his drink on the table beside him, "Wyatt, son, I love you. But this has to stop. You are well past a ripe age and you need to stop this nonsense of running after young women just because you can." I couldn't say I was surprised by this. My father was the complete opposite of me. The infamous Grayson Grimes, in his prime he had been a ruthless businessman, but always a devoted and caring family man. He had wed my mother when he was only twenty-two, and she was twenty-one. They really had the storybook romance.

The title caught me off guard. 'His Father’s Kiss.' I tapped on the link immediately and the description made my pulse skip. 'My ex boyfriend betrayed me. But his father sure tastes nice.' It was a short erotica and I should've known better than to d******d the book to read it. Than to proceed with it all. But it was weird that such an absurdly relatable storyline had found me in the first place and I just couldn't help but itch to know how the story went. Curiosity won. I downloaded the book and began reading, fingers tight around my phone.