Daddy's Best Friend

DADDY’S BEST FRIEND LYDIA HALL Copyright © 2023 by Lydia Hall All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Created with Vellum ALSO BY LYDIA HALL Series: Spicy Office Secrets New Beginnings || Corporate Connection || Caught in the Middle || Faking It For The Boss || Baby Makes Three || The Boss’s Secret Series: The Big Bad Braddock Brothers Burning Love || Tell Me You Love Me || Second Chance at Love || Pregnant: Who is the Father? || Pregnant with the Bad Boy Series: The Forbidden Attraction My Mommy’s Boyfriend CONTENTS Blurb1. Prologue2. Alan3. Ella4. Alan5. Ella6. Alan7. Ella8. Alan9. Ella10. Alan11. Ella12. Alan13. Ella14. Alan15. Ella16. Alan17. Ella18. Alan19. Ella20. Alan21. Ella22. Alan23. Ella24. Alan25. Ella26. Alan27. Epilogue28. Excerpt: My Mommy’s BoyfriendSubscribe to my Exclusive Newsletter BLURB I forced myself to forget about Allan… the man who was not only my father’s best friend, but also my new boss. Resisting my urges to jump into bed with a hot older man only led to trouble. The more I ran from my feelings, the closer I felt to Allan. He was aware of my secret – the filthy things that excited me. But the secret we had to hide from the world continued to get more complicated. I kept thinking that I still had time to get out. It was only when I missed my period that I saw my future flash before my eyes. I was about to lose not only my father’s trust, but also my job. Those two pink lines came with two choices… Hide the news and disappear, or be honest with Allan and have my heart broken. 1 PROLOGUEELLA Paul sat on the couch, flipping through the channels as I slipped into something a lot sexier than jeans and a t-shirt. His roommate had left for the evening, and Paul had hung the obligatory sock from the doorknob to indicate we wanted privacy. It had been six months that we’d been seeing each other. Things really heated up over summer quarter when the majority of the student body went home for summer break. Paul and I stayed behind to fuck like horny teenagers while taking skeleton classes to give a credible reason for being there. The emerald-colored satin contrasted with my ginger hair and the touch of ruby lipstick I put on—which would soon stain his dick—only made the ensemble hotter. The slinky negligée hugged my curves like a glove, boosting my self-confidence. I adjusted my breasts, making sure the cleavage revealed was just enough to tease him, without being so much that I revealed my world to him all at once. I brushed my thumbs across my nipples until they hardened, showing through the fabric. After fluffing my hair for added volume, I pinched my nipples one last time—for good measure—and opened the door of the bathroom. Paul sat with a video game controller in his hands staring at the TV. He seemed pretty invested in the game, so my sexy pose against the door jamb was wasted. I scowled, remembering that 20-year-old men were really just boys in larger bodies. They hadn’t even grown into their full potential. And Paul, despite being on the football team, heavy weightlifting and fit, was no more grown up than my brother Alex—who also sat playing video games 5 hours a day, ignoring his studies. The floor creaked as I walked closer to him, the squeaky floorboard always an indicator that someone was using the toilet in the middle of the night. I’d spent enough half-drunken nights at his place to know exactly where the loose board was, but I stepped on it on purpose. Still, he did not look up at me. My nipples were starting to go soft again, but I didn’t want to stir them up in front of him, so I ditched the idea that he’d see their outline and get turned on. Instead, I stood next to him, striking my sexiest pose. With a hand on my hip, lips pouted out perfectly, I cleared my throat. He shouted some obscenity at the TV and punched the buttons on his controller harder. His face deepened into a scowl, and he leaned around as if he were avoiding the monster—whatever the fuck it was—that he was fighting in the game. Frustrated, I decided to take things into my own hands. He wasn’t paying attention to me, but I had things I wanted to talk to him about. And after that, I planned to fuck his brains out better than I ever had. He was so distracted by the game; it was like he had forgotten the reason I came by. So, I reminded him, forcing his controller out of the way as I slid onto his lap, straddling him. He leaned to the side, punching away at the buttons. I’d never had to beg for his attention before, and I shouldn’t have been begging now, but this was important to me. I pushed my hand down the front of his pajama pants and took hold of his flaccid dick, gently massaging and stroking him. After shouting out a few more obscenities, he tossed the remote onto the couch cushion beside him and grabbed my hips. “Fuck, you made me lose.” Paul’s hands slid up my sides to my breasts, and he gave them a squeeze. “You gana fuck me good, huh?” He started to get hard in my grip, and it brought a smile to my face. “Yeah, but can we talk first?” I tucked him back into his pants and watched the desire in his eyes flash to annoyance. “You got all sexy like this, interrupted my game, and now you want to talk?” His head flopped back like a ragdoll, his eyes rolling. “Yeah,