Page 56 of Hey, Daddy

The moment her lips were close enough, I kissed her, only stopping when we were both out of breath.

A phone rang again, this time mine.

She reached over, caught it up, and answered it before pressing the speakerphone and holding it out to me.

I didn’t bother to reach for it as I said, “John, what’s up?”

“Need you down here,” he said. “FBI profiler is here. Along with the FBI special agent in charge. Oh, and a very pissed-off senator that wants Nastya Semyonov added to the top of their suspect list.”

I cursed and pulled away. “There’s no fucking way that they will agree to that.”

“Oh, they aren’t,” he said. “But still would appreciate having you down here.”

My eyes caught Nastya’s as I said, “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Thanks,” John said and hung up.

When the phone was black once again, she dropped it down onto the bed beside her and said, “Go clear my name, Daddy.”

I slapped the outside of her bare ass and said, “I’ll see you tonight.” My eyes heated as I said, “I hope you won’t be wearing panties again.”

She snickered. “Maybe I’ll surprise you and meet you in your bed.”

I shook my head and said, “As of today, Desi will now be staying at my place. So maybe you should call before you sneak over. I don’t want to traumatize her.”

I stood up and stretched before tucking my cock back into my underwear.

“Where are your clothes?” she asked.

I gestured down to myself. “Came like this.”

“You were that worried?” she asked.

I leveled her with a look and said, “Yes.”

She bit her lip. “I’ll pay better attention.”

It didn’t matter if she did, because I would.

“You better.”

When I left, I had to step over a whole slew of packages, and I picked them all up and took them inside before locking the door behind me.

When I got to my place, I typed in the code and went inside, getting dressed quickly and then leaving just as fast.

By the time I got down to the station, it was to find the place in chaos.

If the day keeps going like it’s going, I’m going to start booing people in conversations I’m not interested in being in.

—Nastya’s secret thoughts

NASTYA

The first thing I did that morning was check my email to make sure all of my reviews posted.

All of them but one had, and some of them already had comments.

I went to the first email that said “review denied.”

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