Page 94 of Use Me, Daddy

EPILOGUE

Amy

The entire evening had been perfect—almost too perfect.

Which was why I couldn’t resist shaking things up just alittle.

As the elevator doors opened directly into his living room, I stepped inside, kicking off my heels and stretching my arms over my head. The night skyline sparkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city below alive with its usual hum of activity.

But up here, in his penthouse, it was just us.

And I liked it that way.

“I can’t believe you pulled off all of that without me suspecting a thing,” I said, glancing over my shoulder as Aleksei followed me inside, already shrugging off his jacket.

He smirked, tossing the jacket onto a nearby chair. “It wasn’t easy. You’re not exactly subtle when you’re suspicious.”

I rolled my eyes, walking toward the sleek kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. “Well, you got me. It was… perfect. Better than perfect.”

“Good,” he said, his voice low and warm as he moved closer. “Because I wasn’t going to settle for anything less.”

I turned, leaning against the counter as I sipped my wine, letting my gaze sweep over him. His tie was loose, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hint of his chest. He looked relaxed, smug, and completely in control—exactly the way he always did.

And it was maddeningly attractive.

“What?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he caught the look on my face.

“Nothing,” I said, a slow smile spreading across my lips. “Just… thinking.”

“About what?” he pressed, stepping closer until he was right in front of me, his presence overwhelming in the best way.

“Oh, you know,” I said airily, setting the glass down on the counter. “How you’ve spent all this time being the one in charge, always calling the shots…”

His smirk widened, his hands settling on either side of me, caging me in.

“That’s because Daddy is the one in charge, baby girl. Don’t tell me you’re about to challenge that.”

“Maybe,” I said, tilting my head, my voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Unless you’re afraid to let me.”

His dark eyes flashed with amusement, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m not afraid of anything, my Amy.”

“Prove it,” I said, my heart racing as the words left my lips.

He pulled back slightly, studying me with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. “And how exactly do you propose I do that?”

I grinned, slipping out from under his arms and grabbing his hand, tugging him toward the bedroom. “Trust me,” I said, my voice light and teasing. “You’ll see.”

By the time we reached his massive bed, I could feel the anticipation crackling between us. The sheets were freshly made, the sleek black comforter smooth and inviting. I turned to face him, biting my lip as I gestured for him to sit.

“Amy,” he said warningly.

“Just sit,” I insisted, my smile widening. “You said you trusted me, remember?”

He raised an eyebrow but complied, sitting on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders relaxed as he watched me. I moved to the nightstand, pulling out the silk ties he kept there, his gaze narrowing slightly as he realized what I was holding.

“Amy,” he repeated, this time with a hint of suspicion.

I stepped closer, looping one of the ties around his wrist, my fingers brushing against his skin.

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