Eden Books Pre-Order: Begging My Dad’s Best Friend: A Forbidden First Time

RELEASE DATE: APRIL 18, 2025

(Age Gap, Older Man / Younger Woman First Time) My dad’s best friend will take care of my first time.

At first, I wanted revenge against my dad for cutting me off and kicking me out. I run straight into his best friend’s arms, only to find out my dad’s firing him from the production company they started together.

We’ve both been betrayed, and my very real feelings for him bubble up. He always makes me feel like a star, and I confess that I want him to take my innocence.

No man can spoil me like David does.

My first time with him will be magical.

♡ Excerpt ♡

“I don’t want you doing anything with me you’ll regret, sunshine… you’re very important to me, you know?” he says. But even trying to sound so calm and rational, I can feel it. A pulse of desire below where our bodies are still pressed together.

My wet dress, his dirty shirt. We’re staining each other, but I love it. This little mark, a reminder of our physical connection.

“How can I regret doing anything with you? You’ve always been my rock,” I say with a soft pout on my lower lip. “I love you. I’m nineteen. Dad says I’m ready to make my own decisions. Why shouldn’t this be my first?” I pause, letting those words sink in before I continue. “Why shouldn’t you be my first?”

I feel his pulse in his veins, thrumming through his thick forearms, through the bulge in his groin. But as I say that last part? His eyes widen in shock.

“I—wait…”

He looks at me, peeling me back from him another couple of inches as his eyes sweep over me.

“You’re not… you can’t be,” he says, as if I’m playing some little silly game. “You’re too beautiful to have held off this long.”

Considering my skintight pink minidress is soaked and smeared with mud, I am not looking my hottest. Still, I strike a pose without thinking, my hip jutting out, my breasts thrust forward.

“Never been touched. Completely fresh and nubile,” I grin, keeping my tone light as I let him watch me. My hips roll as I turn, showing off my slim tummy, my firm ass. The hem of my minidress has curled up, exposing the lower curve, and I wonder if he can tell from his height.

He sweeps his gaze over me, wetting his own full lips. Until he reaches out, grasping me at my waist and hip. His latter hand slides down until he touches my bare thigh beneath the hem of my skirt. Then it creeps up slowly with a caress.

“God, sunshine. Of course I want it. I want you,” he says, and I feel it in him, his body tensing and trembling with an energy I’ve never seen in it before. “But I don’t want you to do this hastily.”