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“Is something wrong?” I ask.

She stares at me wide-eyed. “There’s something you need to know. Before…”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

Before I can respond, I hear my daughter yelling. “Daddy? Daddy? Are you in here?”

“Fuck!”

I didn’t lock the door. What the hell was I thinking?

Chapter Fourteen

Callie

Hearing Emery’s voice jolts me from the spell. It’s like time moves slowly as I replay the last ten or so minutes—maybe more. I remember kissing in the hallway, giving myself to the desire, wrapping my legs around him. And then his hands were all over me, and I felt like the most wanted person in the world. The way he moaned, the way he touched me as if I was the only woman he ever wanted, made me feel drunk.

As I hear the door handle creak, I jump to my feet and run across the room. I can feel my boobs bouncing, feel his saliva clinging to me, feel the wetness in my underwear. I hear him rustling on the bed—probably getting rid of my clothes.

When I reach the en-suite, I quietly close the door.

“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

“Okay, sweetness. I’ll make some dinner soon.”

“Can Callie eat with us?”

“Sure.”

“Callie’s the best.”

“She sure is. Why don’t you find a movie for us to watch after dinner?”

“A movie? Yippee!”

I lay my forehead against the door, letting out a long breath as her footsteps pad away. What the heck were we thinking? It’s even worse when the door opens, and Gray stands there with a smirk as if he thinks this is all a big joke.

I cover my chest. “That was a mistake.”

He narrows his eyes, looking fierce. “It didn’t feel like a mistake.”

“Maybe not at the time—”

“Maybe?”

“But it does now,” I snap. “What if we hadn’t heard her? We’re making this more complicated than it needs to be.”

He grabs my shoulders and pulls me against him. When he kisses me, I feel powerless. It’s like all my resolve melts away like I’m drowning in the pleasure, in the need. But I push my hands against his chest, forcing myself to create some room between us.

“You can’t keep doing that,” I hiss. “Kissing me doesn’t make this any less complicated.”

I won’t be controlled. I won’t be manipulated. I keep that to myself, but it’s true. I’m my own woman. I need this job.

“What’s with this hot and cold crap?” he grunts.

“Don’t say it like that,” I hiss, pushing past him to find my bra and shirt.

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