Forbidden Love My Daddy's Best Friend Novel Novels & Stories

"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?"

It started as a forbidden thought, I wasn't supposed to crave my best friend’s dad but instead I spent countless nights shamelessly imagining him stripping me bare, sinking his cock into me and devouring every inch of me. ** ** ** ** A few days ago. I was doomed. Shock sliced through my veins as I read the letter that turned my worst fear into reality. Damon's ugly handwriting was scrawled across the white paper I was holding, each word was filled with unimaginable cruelty.

“Is that what you came all the way here to tell me, sunshine? After the way you came on my tongue last night, moaning ‘Daddy’ like you couldn’t get enough?” Heat flooded my face. “Don’t—don’t say it like that.” He stepped closer, backing me against the closed door without touching me. “Why not? You liked it. You liked my mouth on you. You liked my fingers inside you while I told you how sweet you taste. You liked calling me Daddy while you fell apart.” I pressed my back harder against the wood, trying to put space between us even though there was nowhere to go. “It was a mistake. Mirabel is my best friend. Your daughter. This… this can’t happen again.”

He buried his face into the hollow of my neck, breathing me in like a madman before his teeth began to tease my pale skin. I felt his tongue drag hot along my collarbone, licking and sucking until he left a deep purple mark there, loud and possessive. His hard erection strained beneath his pants, pressing against my wet femininity, soaked by the heat cycle, making my body jolt with a desire I had never known before. “Stop…” I whispered, lost, even as my hands clenched into his short hair, pulling him closer. “You’re my father’s friend… this is wrong…” “To hell with all the laws!”

I asked,half-joking but genuinely curious. He grinned, leaning closer. "Just wait for it. You'll know when it does." I felt the first hints of the euphoric buzz settle in, the world around me starting to blur at the edges. It was freeing, exhilarating. I couldn't help but smile as I began to talk. "You know, there's this guy I need to forget. A forbidden love that I just can't shake." Cesar's expression shifted slightly, interest flickering in his eyes. "Oh? Forbidden love sounds intriguing. What's the story?"

This was our secret, a dirty, beautiful secret that could destroy everything. Her father, my best friend, had trusted me to protect her, and I had done the opposite. I had corrupted her, claimed her, made her mine in the most forbidden way possible. I knew that if he ever found out, it would be the end of everything, the end of our friendship, the end of my world. But as I held her in my arms, her body warm and trusting against mine, I knew I couldn't let her go. She was mine now, and I would do whatever it took to keep her, even if it meant destroying everything in the process.

I shot back. His gaze sharpened slightly over the rim of the bottle. “You think this is the same?” “No,” I admitted quietly. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing.” Silence stretched between us. His eyes dropped briefly to my mouth again and my pulse stumbled hard enough it actually hurt. Wrong. This was so unbelievably wrong. My best friend’s father. But I couldn’t stop noticing him. The rough scrape of his voice. The veins in thehand wrapped around the beer bottle. The dangerous calm in his eyes.

I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, gritting my teeth as my sore muscles screamed in protest. My mind started racing. I thought about the way Jaxon always looked at my father. The way he smirked at him, the way he constantly asked about his schedule. Was telling me about his aunt just a calculated excuse? Was separating Millicent and my dad just a sick, twisted way for Jaxon to get my father all to himself? My stomach dropped. There is no way Jaxon Whitfield is interested in my dad. Right? A guy like Jaxon... into men? Into strict, older men? Did he actually want to bend over for a fucking cop?

"You're fucking my father and you never meant to hurt me?" "Don't talk to her like that," I said automatically. "Don't defend her!" Eudora whirled on me. "Don't you dare defend her right now. She's my best friend, she's known me since we were kids, and you—" She jabbed a finger at my chest. "You're my father. You're supposed to protect me, not seduce my friends the second I leave town." "It wasn't like that." "Then what was it like?" She was shouting now, drawing the attention of neighbors. "Please explain to me how you accidentally started fucking someone half your age who happens to be my best friend."

Not to her. Emily reached across the desk, her smaller hand resting over my knuckles, squeezing them gently. "I was terrified of losing you, Dad. With Victoria coming back and then finding out my best friend was in love with my father... I felt like my world was spinning out of control. But this past month... you've shown me every single day that I am still your priority. You stayed home, you listened to me, you protected me. I know I am your daughter, and I know nothing changes that."