Page 32 of Boss Daddy

But every part of me wants to. Every part of me wants to step inside, to close the distance, to feel her body against mine.

With willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I back away. I quietly shut the guest room door, the faint click of the latch like a gunshot in the quiet hall.

I lean against the wall and tip my head back. My heart hammers in my chest, every beat echoing with the image of her burned into my brain.

I push away and head down the hall. I close the door behind me and head to my bathroom.

I need a cold shower.

As I strip off my shirt and step into the bathroom, I know there’s no undoing what I saw.

I turn on the shower and it hisses to life. I strip down naked then step in, steam curling around me as hot water pours over my shoulders. I plant my palms against the cold tile wall and bow my head, letting the scalding heat work its way into the knots of my muscles. The sting of it feels good, grounding.

I close my eyes, and there she is. Her bare skin glistening, glowing under the mist. I can see her so clearly, the image sharpening until it feels like reality. I imagine her pushing open the glass door and stepping inside the shower with me.

Her chest rises and falls, droplets clinging to her curves, sliding down her stomach. My gaze is drawn to every inch of her perfect body.

“You know, for someone who’s only been a guest here for about twenty minutes, you sure know how to impose.”

She chuckles, shutting the door behind her. “Consider it my way of saying thanks for the hospitality.”

My hands find her damp shoulders, my fingers trailing down her slick back. I pull her to me, her full, round breasts pressed against my bare chest.

Her eyes meet mine and I tilt her chin up, my thumb brushing over her lower lip.

"I need to taste you," she says.

“Then do it.”

Her hands slide down my chest, nails scraping lightly over my wet skin. She sinks to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. My breath catches as her fingers wrap around my length, her grip firm.

"You’re so hard," she whispers.

"Because of you."

She leans forward, her lips brushing the tip, teasing. A flick of her tongue makes my hips jerk. Her eyes gleam with satisfaction before she takes me into her mouth, slow and deliberate. The heat is almost too much.

"Fuck, Erin.”

She hums, the vibration shooting straight through me. Her tongue swirls as her lips slide down my length until I’m buried deep. I fight to keep my hips still, to let her control the pace, but it’s torture.

She pulls back. "I want you to lose control.”

"Careful what you wish for."

Her mouth closes over me again and I’m gone. The tension coils tighter, every nerve on fire. Her hands grip my hips as she moves faster, sucking harder. The slick heat, the sight of her on her knees, it’s all too much.

"Erin…"

She doesn’t stop. She takes me deeper, her nails digging into my thighs.

I want to release, to watch her drink every last drop. But before that, I want more of her.

I pull her to a standing position, my mouth crashing down on hers. My hands slide down to cup her ass, lifting her effortlessly.

“I need you,” I growl.

"You have me.”

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