Page 47 of Boss Daddy

We were supposed to be doing a quick inventory before the shift started. But then we both realized at the same time that there was no one in the storeroom but us, and the walls are very thick.

I grab the sides of the shelves, gripping them for dear life as he drives into me again and again.

“Yes,yes,” I gasp, my head dropping forward as the pleasure builds with each thrust.

His grip tightens, his pace relentless as he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Come for me Erin. Come all over my cock.”

He moves his hand from my breast, his fingers finding my clit with unerring precision. I cry out, my body arching as he works me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

“Oh my god, Samuel,” I gasp, clutching the shelf harder as my body clenches, the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.

“That’s it. Come for me, baby.”

I do, the pleasure tearing through me in waves. Seconds later, he follows, a low, guttural groan escaping from his throat, his hips jerking as he spills into me. The shelf wobbles again, and I let out a breathy laugh, pressing my forehead against the steel to steady myself.

“You’re gonna owe the storeroom a makeover if that thing breaks,” I say, still catching my breath.

Samuel leans back, his hands running up and down my sides before he turns me to face him. “Let it break,” he mutters, his lips finding mine in a slow, deep kiss that makes me forget what we were even talking about.

“You know,” I whisper, “we should probably get back out there. People are going to start asking questions.”

“I doubt they would question me, but yeah, we probably should.”

As we start to redress, the reality of our situation settles in. I watch him pull his shirt back on, his movements easy and casual,like we didn’t just defile the club’s storeroom. I tug my jeans back into place and re-button my flannel.

“So,” I start, my tone nonchalant, “are we ever going to be open about this? About us?”

He pauses, glancing at me as he adjusts his belt. “You in a hurry to announce it to the world? Is that what you want?”

“Not the world, but maybe not sneaking off to storerooms, either.”

He laughs. “Sure, we can make it common knowledge. That way, instead of sneaking off, we can tell the whole staff you and I will be screwing in the storeroom if anyone needs us.”

I can’t help but laugh. “You know, there’s a happy medium between a secret and TMI.”

He steps closer, his fingers brushing my chin as he tilts my face up to meet his gaze. “I like keeping you to myself,” he says. “But if you want more, we’ll figure it out.”

I nod, not entirely convinced but willing to let it go for now.

The back hallways are dimly lit, the hum of the overhead lights echoing softly as Samuel and I walk side by side. It’s silly, really, how much these moments mean—the stolen glances, the quiet touches, the easy silence between us.

He stops suddenly, turning to face me. “I’ve got to handle some stuff in the office before we open.”

“Okay. I’ll finish getting the front ready.”

He doesn’t let me go right away. Instead, he steps closer, his hand sliding to my waist as he pulls me in for a deep, slow kiss. His cock is hard again, and I press against it through his slacks,moaning just a little bit.

When he pulls back, his smirk is wicked, his hand coming down lightly on my ass in a playful swat. “Get to work,” he says. “And try not to get too distracted.”

“I could say the same to you, boss.”

I flash him a quick grin and a wink over my shoulder as I head to the front.My cheeks are warm, and it’s not just from the kiss.

By the time I reach the front, I’m already thinking about the night ahead. Mark is behind the bar, crouched down fiddling with something under the counter. He glances up as I approach, his expression bewildered.

“Hey, where’s the rum?” He stands back up, wiping his hand on a bar rag as he glances at my empty hands.

I blink. “The rum?”

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