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Santa's Naughty Little Secret
UMUR UNTUK MEMBACA 18+
Priya Singh
Romance
ABSTRAK
Spending the holidays with her best friend’s family was meant to be cozy, wholesome, and safe until Blake Carter, her best friend's dad walked in.
Handsome in a way that steals breath, strict in a way that makes her heart race and completely out of bounds, at least that's what she thought.
Each and every time his dark eyes drag over her body, it’s not a glance, it’s a promise, a filthy, forbidden promise that says he has already pictured her bent over his knee, skirt flipped up, pretty little ass red from his hand while she begs Daddy to let her come.
Ava knows she should not drip for him, should not cream her panties every time he growls “behave” in that low, dangerous tone because good girls don’t fantasize about sneaking into their best friend’s father’s bed, spreading their legs, and letting him ruin with that thick c**k he has been hiding under those tailored pants.
And Blake? He looks at her like she is the sweetest sin he has ever been tempted to taste. He's done pretending, done fighting the urge to shove his daughter's little friend against the nearest wall, fist her hair, and feed her every inch until she is choking on him and moaning his name like a prayer. He wants her gushing, trembling, marked while the rest of the family sleeps down the hall.