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.

wanted to make Brooklyn

this would have to do until I

at the security

that shows the door to Hudson's room.

but I don't. I can't help myself from clamping my teeth together, watching

Hudson, who

can choose his future partner.

now, everything I have suspected goes out the window. All I

What a mess.

notices something is off and tilts her head with curiosity, looking between me and the screen. I pretend I don't see

like a lot of fun, but she's no fool. I don't want her to dig too

used to having to control himself around the women

them, and I can take my pick, who

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

study Brooklyn on the screen, walking back down 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 way I want Jayde, who slakes my

me parched. Like

stare at the

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