Page 37 of Boss Daddy

“Can you blame me?” His intense gaze makes my skin heat. “You’re stunning.”

My chest tightens, the vulnerability in his tone catching me off guard. Before I can respond, his mouth finds mine. The kiss is slow, deep, deliberate, causing an unraveling of my senses. His hand slides down my side and he pulls me closer, aligning our bodies. I gasp at the feel of his thick length pressing into my belly.

“Samuel,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.

He pulls back just enough to look at my face. “Tell me what you want, Erin.”

“You,” I breathe, the word tumbling out before I can think. “All of you.”

“You have me.”

He leans down to capture one hardened nipple in his mouth. The sensation is electric, his tongue flicking and teasing until I’marching into him, my fingers gripping his shoulders for support. His hand trails lower, finding me wet and ready for him.

“Perfect,” he whispers.

When his finger flicks over my clit, I cry out, my body arching off the mattress.

He works me with a precision that leaves me breathless, his touch dragging me closer and closer to the edge. I’m gripping the sheets, my moans filling the room, when the wave finally crashes over me, and I’m trembling in its wake.

Before I can recover, he settles between my thighs pushing into me in one smooth stroke, stretching and filling me until he’s buried to the hilt. He stills, giving me a moment to adjust, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to build again, his thrusts growing harder, faster, each one hitting deeper, drawing gasps from my lips.

I fall over the edge again, a silent scream on my lips. He follows with a husky growl as he chases his own release. I feel his cock pulse inside, then his body collapses onto mine. For a moment, neither of us move, the only sound in the room our breathing.

“You’re incredible,” he says. He pulls me close, his big arm wrapping around me as I rest my head on his chest.

“You’re not so bad yourself, boss.”

Chapter 14

Samuel

“Istill don’t know why you didn’t go with the red paisley tie I picked.”

Rain drums against the windshield, relentless and steady, the wipers fighting a losing battle to keep the glass clear.

I glance at her, the faint glow of the dashboard casting light on her serene face.

“Because this one matches your dress better. Besides, paisley is like something out of the seventies.”

She chuckles, the sound light and familiar. “Look at you, fashionista. I thought the paisley was cute.”

I smirk, shaking my head as I turn my attention back to the road. “Believe it or not, looking cute isn’t at the top of my list of what I aim for when getting dressed.”

She laughs and her hand finds my arm, her touch grounding.A small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth.

The rain picks up, the scenery outside of the car becoming a blur of dark shapes and glistening pavement. She shifts beside me, her fingers drumming lightly on the armrest.

“God, this storm’s a mess.” I crane my neck to look up, as if I might see the culprit behind it all up there in the dark sky.

“It’s coming down harder,” she says. “Maybe we should pull over?”

There’s a thread of worry in her voice. She’s usually calm and composed, but I’ve learned her tells over the years.

I shake my head. “We’re fine. It’s just rain. I’ve driven through worse.”

She sighs. “It’s not you I’m worried about, it’s the other drivers. It’s Friday night, Sam. You know the roads are packed with drunk idiots.”

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