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My Brothers Best Friend
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Thank you for reading Book 3 of Forbidden Love!
I'm adding book four to this one.
In the fourth book, Sammi, the youngest of the family, has always lived under the protective shadow of her four older brothers. Shielded from the world and kept from the adventures others her age enjoy, she often feels trapped by their well-meaning vigilance. But when she unexpectedly returns home early after losing her job, Sammi finds herself in a situation far more thrilling—and dangerous—than anything she's ever experienced.
Sneaking into the house, hoping to avoid her brothers' questions, Sammi heads straight for the bathroom. But instead of solitude, she’s met with the sight of Grayson—her brothers' best friend and the man she’s secretly admired—naked under the spray of the shower. The shock of seeing him like this is nothing compared to what happens next: she hears her name breathlessly uttered from his lips as he pleasures himself, unaware of her presence.
When Grayson realises she’s there, everything changes. The line between family and forbidden desire blurs, and Sammi must face the consequences of what happens when protection gives way to passion. What will Grayson do now that he’s caught, and how will Sammi handle the unexpected turn of events that could change everything between them?
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