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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She actually still had boxes all around, just sitting in her closet from when she’d unpacked. Stevie just shrugged when I asked her about them, but I was guessing that she secretly had been hoping to have a reason to move back to San Francisco, even if she hadn’t wanted to admit it out loud, even to herself.

Well, lucky for her, that just made all our packing that much easier. I started putting things into boxes, asking for her opinion on where she wanted things to go. All of the boxes were marked from her previous packing, saying what was where so that she’d been able to keep track of it, and there wasn’t a whole lot of stuff, so it was all going quickly.

Stevie laughed as I moved around like a tornado. “Oh my God, you’re impossible,” she laughed. “Where’s the fire?”

I couldn’t help myself. I strode over to her and pulled her in against me. “Would you kill me if I said that it was in my pants?”

“No, but I’d have to laugh at you for that horrible, horrible joke.”

“Mmm, but it’s right there…”

“You are…” Stevie started to say, but I decided I’d had enough of her teasing me. I slid my hand into her hair and kissed her, deep and thorough.

Stevie melted against me, moaning a little as I teased her with my tongue, darting it in and out until she whimpered and I went all in. I kissed her until I had to pull back for breath, my lungs heaving, my body aching all over with need for her. I really did feel like I had been set on fire.

“C’mere,” I growled, and pulled her in for another kiss.

Stevie sighed into it, looping her arms around my neck. I could smell the sweet coconut scent of her shampoo, and feel the softness of her skin from the shower.

I wanted to get her home, to have her back with me properly, but I also couldn’t resist having her here and now, getting to be with her again.

Our other times had been so frantic, full of dizzying lust, but now… now I relaxed into the kiss. Stevie was coming back with me. We had all the time in the world.

As we stumbled back towards her bed I began to peel her clothes off slowly, taking my time. Stevie hummed in pleasure as I put my mouth to her again and again, seeking out every curve, every inch of skin. I wanted to know her body by my mouth and hands alone. I wanted to taste her like the finest five-course meal.

Stevie laughed a little in surprise as I got to her ribs. “Ticklish, are we?” I murmured.

“Maybe a little,” she replied, sounding sly.

I filed that thought away for later and got back to touching her. Finding the different spots that made her murmur, made her gasp, made her cry out and tug at my hair and shoulders.

Her hands were all over me as well, exploring me in equal measure. At last I got her onto the bed and she rolled over, straddling me, staring down at me with a soft smile.

Fuck, she was so goddamn beautiful. Every curve was on glorious display, her breasts hanging full and heavy and just begging for me to put my mouth on them. Stevie rolled her hips impishly, dragging her wet folds along my cock, not taking me inside just yet—just teasing.

I shuddered. I wanted to take it slow today, and fought against every instinct in me screaming to fuck her hard, to thrust into her in one long stroke and make her wail so loudly the neighbors complained.

Instead, I let her take her time. Let her tease me.

Today wasn’t about wailing. It was about whispers.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Stevie

It felt like something soft and fragile was building between us. Something that was deeper than the wild lust we had shared.

Of course, my own feelings had always been more than just sexual desire. And I was pretty sure, pretty hopeful, anyway…that Michael was on the same page. But we had been giving into our lust for each other like horny college students, and now… this was different.

I rode him, sinking down onto his cock inch by inch, gasping, feeling like all the air had been pushed out of me. He green eyes bore into mine, gleaming almost like a cat’s, and I felt lost in them. Drowning.

His hands wrapped around my hips, steadying me, his thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles into my skin. He was looking at me like I was a goddess. Like he couldn’t quite believe I was even real.

It made me want to cry. To laugh. To fuck him until I was screaming with it. And yet… I did none of those things. I let myself sink onto him and moved as slow and steady as the tide, the water dragging me under, until it was surrounding me. Until he surrounded me.


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