Daddy's Naughty Girl [Forbidden Fruit Sensual Collection]

nineteen, and still very much lusting over the sexy, very much older billionaire Adonis's hot body - every beautiful, sinful inch. But to Tristan, Lia will always be off-limits

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wanted a little excitement aside from board games — and each and every time, Eric always hid in the garden, close to the thickest rose patch or in the abandoned den behind their huge mansion. Today, however, he wasn't in the garden, and I start getti

his feet as we both fall onto an old mattress, wrestling each other and laughing. He tickled my sides, causing my arms to fly out, and flatten themselves over his broad, solid chest. I'll be

a decision without informing the other of it first. Little wonder why everyone expected that, after high school, when we both will move to the city, we'll get married.I haven't given much thought to m

smartly. We roll about like bunnies for a while, before disentangling, our hands clas

ere?” Eric asks, probing my

lip out of his reach and kick him out of the bed with the heel of my foot when I hear the front door

s h

ery evening. Not a minute

y man who can mak

pect, but inside, I'm burning up like a paper that'd caught flame, rattling like a ri

father

McHemma

ess, next to his laughing son. He shakes his head and moves on, towards the kitchen, barely giving me enough time to drink in his familiar features.

his pants and boxe

twins. I hadn't envisioned that Tristan was fond of water, or that he'd strip out of his immaculate suit and join us in. I merely thought he'd wait for us at the parents' section, so you can imagine my surprise when I saw hi

ne of his thick,

thighs made my belly so ticklish, I turned so red, Eric had to carry me out of the wate

passionately, madly in love with

y dreams is more fulfilling than what any boy could hope to accomplish in real life. I'm not exaggerating, which is the reason why

roan as I rise to my feet, dusting myself off. I flash a breezy smile at Eric. “I'm going to grab some water from the kitch

ntial inches. “You go ahead. I'll try and clean up this place. Pops gonna

s like a superpower — I've disarmed almost every man I've come across with my smile and suggestive body language. I'm known for being a smart flirt. A sly tease. They're wro

to do, or what it takes.You have no idea how it hurts to keep seeing someon

t, like I always do. It's what I

h. It's time I hea

ng through something on his phone, the frown on his face deepening every passing second. His mid-section is suspended as he puts his full weight on his elbows, those

f the archway. “What's making you so grumpy? Bad news?”“It's nothing, really,

unter where he is standing, propping a hip on the low cabinetry. “I always feel a li

is eyes doesn't seem to see an

l the little girl who ran out to hug and w

ad happen to you. The alarm system is also engaged and the gate electrified,” he reassures absent-mi

ok

tit

r whose entire

roblem with it. Seeing his face around makes my stomach roil, and my blood boil, so I always shut myself in my room e

need a distraction from the mess that has become my life. I want the comfort of his arms, the peace I'm sure they'll bring, now more than ever — and this is saying a lot because my panties has always been on fire for this man ever since I crossed puberty.I take m

ocity, and reach up to loosen his black tie. “Don't you ever get tired of working, Big Daddy? You can't work so hard all the time. It's not good for you,” I murmur, using the nickname I've been using for him since middle school. It's been a long while since I used it, and I'll be lying if I said it's