Submitting To My Best Friend's Dad Book Novels & Stories

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Her laughter echoed through the hallway and something inside me clenched painfully. If my father were alive… If I still had someone who hugged me like that… Maybe I wouldn’t feel so breakable. Maybe I wouldn’t be standing here with a suitcase full of everything I owned. He finally released her, wiping a bit of moisture from his eyes. Then his gaze shifted to me. “And who is this?” he asked, His gravelly voice was still silky somehow, rough around the edges, but smooth enough to make my stomach flip. “This,” Allison beamed, grabbing my arm, “is Melanie. My best friend. My other half. The one I won’t shut up about.”

best friend had been doing with a container of whipped cream and a strawberry in our kitchen under an hour ago, she would be utterly horrified. Emily: But seriously, Dad... seeing how desperate my friends' moms are to get your number made me think. You really need to start going out more. You’ve been single for way too long, and you spend 90% of your weekends buried in those stupid financial reports. You deserve to find someone and have a life outside of work and me. Especially now that I’m graduating soon.

Brittany “Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco. As in, my best friend's dad. But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself. His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.

he asked flatly. “No,” I said way too quickly. Austin choked back a laugh, and I gave him a quick death glare. My dad walked over, looking at the flowers, but didn't say anything. He just raised an eyebrow. “From a client?” he asked. “No,” I muttered. “Then who?” I opened my mouth, trying to figure out a non-awkward way to say ‘Your best friend and business partner who I may or may not be falling in love with sent it to me’ but nothing came out. Hell, I'm not about to say that.

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"Where are you going?" "Goodbye!" Without looking back, I dashed out of the room. Scott McFarland? Fuck! I couldn’t believe I’d slept with my friend’s dad!

All in all, this second story was even hotter than the first. By the time I finished reading "Her Best Friend", I knew I'd be pushing my luck if I looked at any more, so I carefully closed everything out and then shut the lid of my dad's laptop and put it back on the table. My lap was warm where it had been sitting the entire time. I hoped his computer would cool enough by the time he got home so he wouldn't notice anything. I was so worked up after reading those two hot stories, I could barely think straight.

Am also bring up other two whivh l just started to write In love with my best friend's dad and his black beauty and trust me you gonna love them. Goodbye for now. Writing has married me these days so let's meet again. I love you all my readers.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Yours sincerely Khads.

he asks me, then he smirks. "Uh, yeah, why?" I ask because I am confused. Is he mocking me for being a freelancer with an unstable salary? "I talked to a friend, and he told me that his father owns a publishing corporation. I asked him if you could work with them, and he said yes, but you have to go to the company tomorrow if you want to publish your stories," he explains. I can't believe that Matthew would do this kind of thing for me. I am happy because I have my own work.