Craving My Best Friend's Dad

Annie knocked on her door with the order that he had call

d begged her to spend

t her watching him from where she stood. He lowered his phone o

. This might be a harmless dinner.

n her as he chewed, and for a second, Tessa imagined his mouth on h

her meal voraciously. She took a spoonfu

good as

e didn't like this. He shouldn't care ab

details. "I have applied to other companies,

class." Smiling, he reached for the glass of water a

he lingered. Silence filled the room, and they became

rs, letting her get the glass before he did. That was s

n't the nec

d her with those

tact. She avoided his eyes at all costs, smiling subtly at h

more than enough, sir.

s the case, I will leave you to do it on your own, a

his tone was too firm. Too perso

d eating, battling the growi

naughty girl

t was sweet and electrifying. Something was definitely wrong with her. She needed some exorcism

her. He wasn't helping matters. "Maribel calls me daddy. I

wanted to call him daddy, but in an entirely differ

poolside later in the night

but her thoughts ran wild. Why would he as

elax over

dn't be n

she wants to think. You two are best friends,

d politely declined. "We do not, and

lantly. "I was jus

d to calm her raging hormones. The moment she dropped her cu

d tried to attribute it to the fact that she had been sex starved for months, and her fingers weren't doing much for

ers between her thighs. Thick wetness coated them, confirming her arousal. Her body bu

legs on the bed. Left in her panties, she sighed

ss. "Julian." She called as he had demanded. Her body trembled at his nam

they were three, and slowly, she fli

left her lips as she swirled her fingers faster, worki

tayed there for a while, slowing the pace and using fewer fingers. Using only one fin

as she thought of what she had just done with