Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 34

Chapter 34 Aden

Jayde cries out, her mouth open, staring directly into my eyes as we both get the release we needed. She's straddling me in my office chair, her black silk panties discarded on the floor where I left them.

I'm breathing hard, too, one hand wrapped in her hair, the other pressed against her lower back. Slowly, she raises herself off of me, lowering her feet to the ground.

She leans forward, her hands on the arms of the chair, pressing a hungry kiss to my mouth.

"Thanks, baby," she murmurs. "I always like a little afternoon treat."

I don't say anything in response, instead standing up and buckling my pants as Jayde leans back against the desk.

For me, this wasn't a treat. It was a necessity. Brooklyn, that beautiful she-wolf virgin, had come to this office, my sacred space, and offered her services to me.

They just weren't the services I desperately wanted.

But then again, I couldn't have those, either.

Jayde has always satisfied me—and then some. It's the reason we've been together as long as we have. But today, with her on top of me, it was Brooklyn I pictured. Brooklyn's perfect, perky breasts, soft in my hand. Brooklyn's supple bottom bouncing on top of me.

to make Brooklyn

this would have to do

at the security monitor on

here." She points a finger at the little rectangle that shows the door to Hudson's room. "Looks like the love

I don't. I can't help

is, I've always had my suspicions about Hudson, who he would choose to

been relieved that I can choose his future partner. Protect

with Brooklyn in the picture now, everything I have suspected goes out the window. All I feel is jealousy at

What a mess.

tilts her head with curiosity, looking between me and

of fun, but she's no fool. I don't want her

not used to having to control himself

hard to seduce them, and I can take my pick, who and

willingly to my bed, or wherever else I want to have

the hall to her room, I have to fight to control myself. I know that I want her-I can't deny it anymore-in a rough, primal sort of way. Different than the

leaves me parched. Like nothing can

watching me stare at the girl on the

and keeping her voice light. "I don't think anything funny even went on