Chapter 1
Chloe’s POV.
I slipped away from the bullshit downstairs, heart hammering like a f*****g drum after that tense family dinner where everyone was fake-smiling through the bullshit small talk.
My p***y already soaked and pulsing under my short sundress because Thompson had been sitting right there across from me the whole time with that deep rough voice and those big hands wrapped around his glass.
Daddy’s best friend, the man I had been secretly craving for months, staying in the guest suite with that connecting bathroom door that had been driving me crazy every single night I heard him moving around in there.
I needed to c*m so bad my legs felt shaky, so I locked the outer bathroom door with a quiet click and pressed my back against the sink counter, yanking my dress up aro
