My Best Friend's Dad's Forbidden Kiss: The Night I Let Daddy Claim Me
My Best Friend's Dad's Forbidden Kiss: The Night I Let Daddy Claim Me My Best Friend's Dad's Forbidden Kiss: The Night I Let Daddy Claim Me The second his large hand steadied me by the waist as I almost tripped over the rug in the dim hallway, a current raced straight down my spine and settled hot and heavy between my thighs. Mr. Callahan—Liam to everyone else, but I'd never dared use his first name—smelled like cedarwood cologne and the faint smoke from the barbecue still lingering on his shirt. Forty-eight. Silver at the temples. Broad chest that made every casual hug from him feel dangerous. And me? Twenty-five, soaked already just from the way his thumb accidentally grazed the bare skin above my jeans when he caught me. "Easy there, sweetheart," he murmured, voice low enough that it vibrated through me. He didn't let go right away. His fingers flexed once, almost like he was testing how soft I felt. I laughed,...