Page 43 of Single Dad's Second Chance

All at once, it came back to me. I’d taken the risk to kiss him, and even though we were worried about Jason being ill, we’d ended up here where I’d danced and stripped, then…

Oh, my God.

I stared at Henry sleeping away, his handsome, rugged face so peaceful with half of it smushed into his pillow.

I fucked my boss!

I cringed, squeezing my eyes shut.

No. I didn’t fuck my boss. I slept with the man of my dreams.Literally. I’d lost count of how many dreams he'd starred in over the years. And the reality of feeling him sliding into me was far, far better than I ever could have imagined.

Thatwas what I felt. The slight soreness I registered wasn’t from dancing. It was from making love with the one guy I tried to tell myself I couldn’t have.

Wincing, I hurried to slip out of the bed without waking him. I had no business having sex with him at all, let alone caving again and again. He’d woken me twice to take me again, and each time felt better than the one before. I had a hunch Henry would never disappoint between the sheets, but I was wrong to assume I could test that theory.

I never should’ve caved to my desire for him at all.

I tugged on my clothes, trying to be quiet as I checked the time.

Shit!It was so late. I wasn’t due at the office for a few hours, but I’d wanted to get up much earlier than this. First of all, I had to hustle and slip out of here before he woke up. I had no clue how to face him now that we’d crossed so many lines that there was no way to know which way was up. Second of all, I had to make sure I could do this walk—or run—of shame out of here before Jason got up too. I wouldn’t know how to explain to him that I’d stayed the night with his daddy.

Because shame was exactly what I felt. I drowned it in, almost rooted in disbelief that we’d done it. We’d both fallen prey to a desire so potent we couldn’t resist. We couldn’t. We shouldn’t have. There were strict rules at Dunn Enterprises.

I didn’t regret it, but we had to figure out how to cover it up and keep it on the down-low.

As soon as I stepped out of Henry’s room and heard Jason’s voice near the kitchen, I realized I was already stuck.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

I scrambled to think of a way out of his seeing me, but it was a futile brainstorm. As I walked down the hall, he noticed me in the reflection of the oven’s glass surface.

“Mia!” He smiled but didn’t get up from his seat on the counter. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

I steadied my breaths, hoping I’d look calm and cool. “I came with your dad last night when we heard you were sick.” Spotting the bowl of plain cereal he’d poured for himself, I hoped he was feeling better.

“And spent the night in the guest room?” He furrowed his brow as I reached him in the kitchen.

“Yep!”

“Yay!” He grinned.

“Feeling better?”

“Oh, yeah! I think I ate too much cotton candy last night. And then my tummy felt funny. Throwing up made me feel better.”

I smiled, brushing his hair back on his head. “Good. I’m glad to hear it. You look like you’re feeling better.”

“Uh-huh.” His smile stayed put as he lowered his gaze to the tablet where he played a game. He was self-sufficient for a young boy, able to pour cereal and preoccupy himself in the morning. He had always been like this, and Henry had praised his morning routine more than once.

I hope that means he didn’t come looking for Henry this morning.Then again, the bedroom door had been locked.

“I’ll see you later, okay? Now that I know you’re better, I should get going?—”

“No, stay. Grandpa will be here for brunch soon.”

“Oh, I don’t want to invite myself. I should?—”

“Stay. Please?” He turned those sad puppy dog eyes on me, and I laughed lightly.

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