Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 37
Chapter 37
Brooklyn
Jayde is not going to take no for an answer.
I stand up with her and swallow my last sip of wine. Then, I follow her back into the house.
Help me be the best lover anyone has ever known? How on earth is she going to do that?
And will all her expertise just be wasted on me in the end?
Jayde bustles through the house and I trail behind, following her to a door in the kitchen that I hadn't noticed before. She opens it
and heads quickly downstairs.
The air is noticeably cooler down here, and we pass a series of metal doors. I slow my pace the farther we go, starting to feel
anxious.
"What is this place?"
"It's just down here," Jayde says, not answering my question and opening the last door on the left.
At this point, I'm not sure what to expect when I walk inside, but I definitely don't expect a little study with a worn rug on the
ground beneath a fine leather recliner.
There's a coffee table next to it and a large television. The walls are covered in media-old VHS tapes, magazines, books, photo
albums stacked along the walls.
"Aden doesn't use this place anymore," she says, "but I organized it a while ago. I thought it would be better to set it up like this
instead of just having everything just in boxes. This way if he needs to look through anything, he's got a place to sit."
"He's lucky to have your help," I murmur, my gaze trailing over the shelves.
"That's all old family stuff," Jayde says, waving her hand at the far wall. "But this..." She leads me over to a corner with stacks of

magazines and VHS tapes. "This is what I wanted to show you."

Jayde picks up a stack of magazines and plops them in my hand. I gasp out loud when I realize they're all Playboys! Naked
women adorn the pages, their bodies in inviting, suggestive poses, their eyes staring directly at the camera.
Jayde only laughs. "You see what I mean, baby Brooklyn?" She adds another bunch to the stack in my hand. "You're just a little
uptight."
I open my mouth to protest, but I know she's right. Of course I'm uptight. All of this is new to me. Until recently, I barely
understood what desire was.
Until Aden.
"It's just sex." Jayde raises a suggestive eyebrow at me. "I thought if you came down here, explored a little, maybe you'd get
some...inspiration. For you and Hudson."
"Um, thank you," I say, blushing again. "But-"
"No buts!" she says, taking me by the shoulders and settling me into the leather chair. "Listen, I'm going to leave you down here
by yourself, so just go ahead and explore." She winks.
"There's lots of VHS tapes up there," she continues, gesturing towards the corner where she found the magazines, "if movies are
more your thing. Stay for as long as you want-nobody is going to bother you here!"
I sigh as I find myself alone in the room, staring at the stack of nudie magazines in my lap. What the hell am I doing here? This is
so not my thing.
But...I have to admit I'm curious about this porn stash. And it's not like there's anything else to do. Besides, if Aden is the only
one that can make me feel... the way I've been feeling, maybe looking at some of this could help me refocus that heat
elsewhere.
You know, not on my fiancé's father.
I flick through a couple of the magazines-they're super old, definitely before Aden's time and wonder who collected them in the
first place.

Bored with that, I wander over to the stack of movies, laughing a little at the titles.
Busty Co-Eds and their Punishing Professors!

Street Skanks in 3D.
What the hell is this stuff?
A few of the tapes are unlabeled in black plastic boxes. Curious, I reach up and take one down. When I
open the box, the VHS inside doesn't have any writing on it, either. Maybe a home video, put over here by mistake?
Curious, I pop it into the VCR, rewinding to the start. Then I sit back in the chair and press play on the remote.
It is a home video. The room being recorded is empty, though I can see a bed in a pretty room with two windows behind it.
Frowning, I lean forward. Those windows look a lot like the ones in my-
I gasp as a woman walks naked onto the screen. She lays herself down on the bed, looking offscreen at the person who must
have turned on the video recorder.
My breath catches. Laying on her back, she slowly lets her knees drift apart, beckoning with a crooked finger.
I stare, fascinated, as someone else comes on the screen. I slap my hand across my mouth when I realize that he, too, is totally
naked.
The man crawls onto the bed, slipping a hand beneath the woman to flip her over so that she's kneeling down, her weight resting
on her knees.
When the man positions himself so that he's kneeling behind her, I get the shock of my life.
It's Aden. I'm watching Aden Kenwood's homemade porn.
And I can't look away.
Mesmerized, I watch Aden reach down to touch himself. The woman is in the way-I can't see any details -but I can tell he's hard
and ready for her. He gives her a loud smack on the ass and, as she gives a little yelp, plunges himself inside her, grabbing her
by the hips.
The woman's mouth opens in a gasp that turns into a moan, and suddenly she's saying his name

I lean forward, fascinated, heat pooling between my thighs, a desire like I've never known, when suddenly the door next to the
television swings open.
My eyes fly to the door to see my worst nightmare—
Aden is standing right there, his eyes on me.