Page 11 of Boss Daddy

My eyes flutter shut and my mind drifts.

Samuel’s there, in the shadows behind my eyes. His hands, large and strong, trace up my thighs, his mouth brushing against my neck. I arch into him, his breath hot in my ear, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.

“You’re playing with fire.”

I take a step closer. “Maybe I like the burn.”

I close my eyes and slip my hand between my thighs, the fantasy playing out in my mind.

The club is empty, it’s just the two of us. The low hum of the refrigerator behind the bar is the only sound. It feels intimate and private.

Samuel leans against the bar, his drink forgotten beside him. His eyes lock onto mine, dark and smoldering, stripping me bare without him so much as lifting a finger. My pulse is a drumbeat in my chest.

His jaw tightens, and for a second, I think he’s going to push me away. But his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around my wrist, tugging me forward until I’m pressed against him. His body is a solid wall of heat, his scent wrapping around me.

“Careful, Erin,” he says, his lips hovering just inches from mine. “I don’t play fair.”

“Good. Neither do I.”

His mouth crashes down on mine.

The kiss is searing, a clash of heat and need. His lips are firm, demanding, and I meet him with equal fervor, my hands tangling in the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer. He groans against my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, and I shudder in response.

His cock is stiff and solid, pressing against my middle. There’s no doubt in my mind; he’s ready for me. My pussy clenches, and my panties are soaked.

His hands move to my waist, fingers splaying over my hips as he lifts me onto the bar in one smooth motion. His hands are everywhere—gripping my ass, sliding up my back, tangling in my hair. Every touch sends sparks skittering across my skin, leaving me aching and breathless.

I gasp as his lips leave mine, trailing a hot, open-mouthed path down my neck. His teeth graze the sensitive skin just below my ear, and I arch into him again, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“Samuel.”

His name on my lips seems to jerk him out of the moment. He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes blazing with lust.

“If you want me to stop, tell me to stop.”

I almost want to laugh at him for such a suggestion.I shake my head, his hands cupping my face.

“Don’t you dare.”

That’s all he needs to hear.

His mouth claims mine again, his hands sliding beneath my shirt, fingers skimming over bare skin. I gasp at his touch, everyinch of my skin breaking out into goosebumps.

The heat is almost too much and I press closer, desperate for more. He tugs my shirt over my head, tossing it aside before his hands find the clasp of my bra. It’s gone in a second, and then his mouth is on me—kissing, nipping, tasting.

I sigh, throwing my head back and running my hands through his dark, thick hair as he scoops my breasts into his hands, sucking one nipple, then the other. I feel them harden in his mouth against the pressure of his tongue. For a moment, I wonder if I might come just from him doing that.

I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into the fabric of his jacket. “Too many clothes,” I manage to say, tugging at the lapels.

His lips curve into a wicked smile against my skin. “Patience.”

I help him shrug out of his jacket, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. The moment it’s open, my hands roam over his chest, mapping the hard planes of muscle and the smooth warmth of his skin. He’s perfect, and the way he looks at me—like I’m the only thing that matters—makes my knees weak, even though I’m already sitting.

His hands move to the waistband of my jeans, unbuttoning them with practiced ease. He tugs them down, taking my panties with them, leaving me bare to his gaze. His eyes rake over me, his jaw clenches, the hunger in his expression overwhelming.

“God, you’re fucking sexy.”

Before I can respond, he drops to his knees, his hands gripping my thighs as his mouth trails down my stomach. The first touch of his tongue makes me gasp, my head falling back as pleasure crashes over me in waves.

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