Best Friend’s Daddy – Forever Daddies Read online Victoria Snow

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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
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“The numbers look good,” he conceded. “And we had a few more reservations tonight.”

“Everyone loved the menu. I think it’s time we moved onto the next step and got the word out that we’re back in business. You’re on top of your game again.”

“And how do you suppose we do that?” Michael asked, that teasing note back in his voice.

The man had been running a restaurant for ten years. He knew how to promote himself and his brand. This was a test, to see if I knew, if I could come up with the answer on my own.

Well, he could play the teasing game. That position he was in, leaning back, his legs splayed…

I couldn’t resist.

I walked across to him, sinking down onto his lap, swinging my leg over him so that I was straddling him. “The way I do everything: no hesitation.”

Then I kissed him.

Michael pulled back quickly, his hands at my shoulders. “Stevie. We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why not?” I tilted my head, pouting at him.

Michael swallowed audibly. “We - we shouldn’t,” he repeated, but his gaze was trailing down my body and his hands were sliding down my arms.

“Do you want me?” I asked. I rolled my hips a little and shivered as I felt him growing hard beneath me.

Michael growled. “You’re playing with fire, here.”

“I know how to not get burned,” I shot back. I kept rocking my hips, not letting up. God, he was so thick underneath me, I could only imagine his size. I wanted that inside of me - more than anything. “I want you so badly, I’ve wanted you for ages…please…”

I yanked off my jacket, and then my shirt, exposing myself, leaving just my bra on. I’d worn a lacy bralette today, leaving not much to the imagination. I could feel goosebumps on my skin as it was exposed to the cold air, my nipples getting hard. I shivered.

“You said earlier that I was a dirty, naughty girl, and you’re right.” I grabbed his hand as Michael stared, like he’d been in the desert for weeks and I was offering him water but unsure if he could actually drink it. “I want you to do such awful things to me, such bad things, until I’m screaming for you…”

I put his hand on my chest, right between my breasts. “Please touch me,” I begged him. “Please, I’ve been touching myself at night thinking about you, about you leaving bruises on my skin, about you making me beg for your cock…”

Michael let out a groan. His hand slid to my breast, massaging gently, and I gasped. “Yes, yes, like that, please…”

The last of Michael’s control snapped and he lunged for me, reaching around to undo my bra, burying his face in my breasts. I moaned as he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking, fluttering his tongue around it, then tugging on it lightly with his teeth. I squirmed in his lap, feeling him getting harder beneath me, his cock swelling and pressing up against my folds. My underwear was so wet, clinging to me, and as Michael began to roll his hips up into me the friction was almost too intense, almost too much.

I couldn’t stop the sounds that were pouring out of me as Michael switched from one breast to another, toying with me. His hand came up to pinch my nipple and I squealed in exquisite pleasure-pain.

“You’re so desperate already, look at you.” Michael helped me out as I frantically clawed at his clothes, yanking his shirt open and sliding my hands up his firm chest. He was so big, so broad, it made me feel deliciously small and delicate.

Of course I was desperate—I’d never done this before. I only had years of desire and fantasizing to lean on. I wanted to sleep with him so badly, to finally be with the man I’d dreamed of for longer than I could keep track.

Not to mention the restaurant seemed like the perfect setting. After all, Michael had given me my love of cooking. We were working together on the restaurant. A meeting of our bodies in the same place where we had a meeting of our minds, our interests? There felt like something almost fated to that.

“Please…” I begged again as Michael kissed slowly up and down my neck, his hands roaming all over my body, exploring me.

“You beg so nicely…” he purred. “Let’s see just how loud you can get.”

He picked me up without warning, making me grab onto him in surprise, and then he set me on his desk, sweeping everything out of the way. As he undid my pants he kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding in and out like he was fucking my mouth, and it was all I could do to hold onto his shoulders as he stripped me of the last of my clothing and left me bare and flushed and slick.


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