My Best Friend’s CEO Dad Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
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I’m wearing only my swimming shorts, standing at the pool’s edge. There’s no way she can’t see the hard outline of my rod, and there’s no way I can’t notice her big, juicy, soaked tits. I’m at the perfect angle to admire them, admire her.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, making toward the metal steps.

“Why are you apologizing?” I growl.

“Don’t you want to use the pool?”

“Yeah…” I gesture at it. “I think it’s big enough for the both of us, Maci.”

“Why do you seem so angry, then?” she says.

If she notices how hard I am, she decides to ignore it.

“Maybe it’s just the way I am,” I tell her, then walk toward the deep end of the pool. I dive in and begin swimming. She shrugs and continues swimming. We pass by each other in the middle. A surge pulses up my dick when we come within inches of each other.

Reaching the end, I turn, sitting up and watching as she swims toward me. She stops at the edge, too. The bikini top is much thinner than a bra, showing her nipples poking through the fabric. I should leave right now. My dick is aching so damn badly just at the sight. I need to run.

“Nice play earlier,” I tell her instead.

“Play?”

“In Scrabble. Your word—nice hint.”

She smiles, then wipes the smile away like she doesn’t think she deserves to. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I drift closer. It’s so bad, but I do it anyway. I push through the water until I’m standing over her. At least my dick is hidden beneath the surface. She has her arms folded, pushing her big breasts together. Is she doing that intentionally, or am I just a complete savage?

“We both know you saw me naked, Maci. It’s fine. It was an accident.”

Her cheeks blossom red. She bites her lip. Fuck. Everything she does makes me hornier and hornier. It’s like she was designed in a lab to captivate me more than any other woman ever could. Being half-naked with her hardly makes it easier to resist.

“I didn’t know you were here,” she says. “I’m sorry, seriously. I didn’t… You know, I wasn’t spying on you.”

“But you still had to get your dig in,” I tease.

She shoots me a look. “Just like you did with your word.”

“Virgin was all I had,” I tell her. “Anyway, why do you care?”

She pushes away from the wall. “I don’t.”

As she swims away from me, my thoughts crash into the possibility that she’s a virgin. That’s why she’s getting so defensive about it. If so, it’s even more of a reason to back off, but honestly, it makes me want to claim her more. There’s something primal and exciting about mine being the first, hell, the only dick she’ll feel.

What’s wrong with me? I’m starting to get the sense I can ask this question as often as I want, but I won’t get any answers—definitely none I like. I’m putting my hunger before my relationship with my daughter, but I haven’t crossed the line. Yet.

I keep swimming, trying to distract myself, but it’s difficult when we swim by each other. My hand twitches beneath the water, tempting me to grab her just once. Can I do that? Touch her once without wanting to do it again?

When I get to the other end, I wait for her to reach me. She stops, her hair a little wet from where the water has splashed her. I wonder if she’d be easier to resist if she didn’t have that flush in her cheeks. She’s so vivacious, so full of life and passion. My cock is stiff beneath the surface, trying to break out of my swimming trunks, trying to make me a complete animal or feed the animal she’s already awoken in me.

“What?” she murmurs, leaning against the wall.

“What?” I echo.

She has a tempting, shy smile. Women have aimed smiles like this at me before at parties and meetings, but they always have an air of artifice about them. It’s like they’re putting on a show to nab the billionaire. I’ve known many rich men who have fallen for stuff like this, but not me. Is this what’s happening now?

She seems so genuine. I find myself thinking something completely crazy. My woman would never do that.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.

I push through the water, getting closer to her. Glancing at the entrance, seeing it’s empty, I push the rest of the way until I’m almost right up against her. Her round, soaked tits are practically begging me to free them, to toy with the nipples poking through the fabric. She parts her lips as if in shock.

“Maybe I think you need to repay the favor,” I groan.

She looks sharply down, like she’s too shy to meet my gaze any longer. “I don’t know what you mean.”


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