Page 41 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

Iris grabs my arm and smiles at me, a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “You know, Milo, I think Trevor and I have a bit of catching up to do, so–”

He smiles. “You have my number. Let me know if you want to get together before you go back to Seattle.”

I want to sock this guy in the jaw, send him into next year.

“No, I’ll only be a minute. Here.” She has the gall to hand the guy her drink. “Be right back.”

Iris pulls me away from Milo and down a nearby corridor, far enough so we won’t be overheard. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Me? What’s wrong with you? You just trust this guy with yourdrink?”

Iris crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re being dramatic.”

“You’re in town for like four more days, you don’t have time to–”

“Who are you, my dad?”

I scoff. “No! I just know a fuckboy when I see one!”

Iris rolls her eyes. “I don’t care if he’s a fuckboy, I’m just trying to have some fun, and you–” She pokes me right in the chest. “—are spoiling it.”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“Since when did you care aboutprotectingme?”

My jaw falls open. “Always. Forever. I will always care about you, Iris.”

“Okay, well, then you can care about me by listening to me say, ‘Back off’, okay?” She starts back down the hall to the party, her hips swishing.

God fucking dammit.

My gut churns. Primal. No.Feral.

I am propelled down the hallway by a biological force, one demanding I protect what’s mine. It doesn’t matter if I know she’s not mine, my body believes she is, and I can’t ignore that.

When she’s within reach, I grab her arm and turn her back to face me.

“Trevor, what the actual fu–”

I kiss her. Hard. Wrap my arm around her waist and press her body to mine, reminding her of last night when we were as close as too people can be. When I came inside her. Left my mark.

She doesn’t pull away. In fact, she moans into my mouth.

I end the kiss and growl, “I’m not gonna watch some guy who doesn’t know how to take care of you try and get into your pants.”

“You think you know how to take care of me?” A challenge.

Pulling her into the nearest doorway, a conference room, I close the door tight behind us.

I stalk toward Iris, relishing how she backs away from me, her chin held high and proud.

“We’re not done, Iris. Not yet.”

“You’re the one who–”

“Fuck, I know I’m the one who!” I grit my teeth.

I push her up against the end of the conference table, boxing her in. “It’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”

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