Page 94 of Daddy By Design

As the sweat changed into a shiver against the air conditioning in the room.

I didn’t let her go this time.

She didn’t deserve that.

And I liked her wrapped around me way more than I should.

Finally, she eased back and met my gaze. “Why is it like that every time?”

“I wish I could tell you.”

“Would you wish it away?”

“Do you want the truth?”

Her dark eyes shuttered. “No.” She stood and slipped away from me.

My cock snapped back against my belly. As usual, I was still hard for her. Even coming inside her couldn’t kill the need, just sated it enough for me to think again.

I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to me. I pressed my cheek against her stomach for a moment. “It’s not you, Dahlia. It’s me.”

“Sure.”

I let her go. She grabbed her jeans off the floor and rushed out of the office.

I tipped back my head and slammed it against the window behind me. “Jackass.”

Fuck, I’d hurt her again.

The lie would have been better. Even if she didn’t deserve the lie any more than the truth.

TWENTY

“Idiot.”

I slammed my way into the stall in the bathroom.

What the hell had I been thinking?

Oh, right—definitely not doing anything called thinking. Fighting with Nolan was like an aphrodisiac, and instantly, my legs were ready to open.

And boy, did they open. I still hadn’t totally recovered from the last time he’d...fucked me. There was no other word for what we’d done the first time. This time was good old-fashioned animal sex.

The good, hot, and crazy kind.

Until he’d opened his mouth at the end.

I cleaned up as best I could and wished for the intelligence to have made a pit stop into my office for my emergency kit. That was mostly for hot and dirty work sites, not post-sex clean up.

I stepped back into my jeans and winced at my barefoot status.

I should just go back to my place and take a shower and call it a night.

Ugh! Except I had to meet TJ at Lonegan’s.

“Hell.” I washed my hands and blotted my neck with the paper towel after I dried off. My neck was red from his beard and there was a teeny tiny star shaped bruise where my shoulder met my neck. I remembered the tiny flash of pain of his teeth. Right before he’d killed me with that magic cock of his.

What the hell kind of pheromones did he have? Was it the Red Hots?

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