Page 55 of Boss Daddy

As much as I want to be at work, I know Samuel made the right call in making me take the night off.

I check my phone, hoping for a text from Tiffany’s mom. There’s nothing. She’s probably doting on her daughter.

I need to find Samuel. A quick check of the clock on the nightstand reveals that it’s a little after nine.

He’s in his home office, seated at his massive desk. He’s dressed casually in a fitted grey Henley that stretches across his broad chest and arms, paired with dark jeans. The way he leans back in his chair, one hand absently rubbing his jaw as he stares at his laptop screen, makes him look effortlessly sexy.

My body reacts in the annoying, uncontrollable way it always does around him.

He glances up, and when his eyes meet mine, a slow, warm smile spreads across his face.

Damn him.

“Hey. What are you doing up?”

“Thinking about making coffee,” I reply, stepping into the room. “Want me to bring you a cup?”

“Way ahead of you. But if you wouldn’t mind topping me off.” He gestures to the big, dark green mug on his desk.

His smile is so disarming and I find myself grinning back, my earlier tension melting away. “I’ll see what I can do.”

The way his eyes linger on me as I turn toward the kitchen sends a spark of heat through me.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better. I think. Still a little shaken up from everything, but better.”

He gets up from his chair, moving toward me in smooth strides. He takes my hand, his touch sending a cool wave of relief through me.

“You’re going to be okay. Just give it time.”

“I know. But I’m not the one I’m worried about.”

“I called to check on Tiffany a little bit ago and was able to talk to her mom. She's doing well, considering. They're thinking another couple of days and she'll be well enough to leave."

Relief rushes through me. “I want to see her later.”

“Of course,” he replies, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “But I’m going to drive you there and back. No arguments.”

Part of me bristles at his protectiveness. But another part of me is grateful. He wants to make sure I’m safe, and nothing’s going to stop him, not even my protests.

“Fine.” I roll my eyes and sigh.

“Good,” he says. “Now, go get that coffee.” He follows up his words with a wink.

I take his mug and head to the kitchen, the warmth of his hand still lingering on mine.

This domestic bliss, this easy give-and-take, it’s all new to me, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it. But I do like it, maybe a little too much.

As I fill our cups, my thoughts drift to Samuel. What I feel for him is so much more than lust. There’s something deeper between us, something that terrifies and excites me in equal measure. And while I’m sure he feels something for me too, I can’t help but wonder how deep it runs.

With our cups full of fresh coffee, I head back to the office.

Samuel looks at me as I enter. The way his eyes light up when he sees me always makes my pulse quicken. I set his mug down on the desk in front of him, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.But what’s supposed to be a simple peck quickly turns into something more, his hand sliding up my thigh, warm and wanting.

“Careful,” he speaks against my lips. “You might make me forget about work entirely. Especially when you’re dressed like that.” His eyes move up and down my body, reminding me that I’m in nothing but a T-shirt and panties.

I smirk as his hand moves higher. “You should take the day off. Stay home with me. We can have a fun evening in.”

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