Page 62 of Boss Daddy

By the time I hear the door, I’m practically vibrating with pent-up energy.

He steps inside, looking like he’s been through the wringer. His shirt is wrinkled, his shoulders slumped, and his hair’s a little mussed, like he’s been running his hands through it all day.

Exhausted as he appears, the second his eyes meet mine his gaze softens. And damn it, even at his worst, this man is stupidly handsome. All the worries I’d been freaking out about for the last ten hours vanish, if only for just a moment.

He’s kind of magical like that.

“Hey,” I say, crossing the room quickly.

He places his hands on my hips in that way I’m starting to love, holding me in place. His touch is perfect.Then he pulls back and looks me up and down.

“Why the hell are you still up?” He checks his watch.

“Got a lot on my mind.” That’s barely the half of it.

He nods. “Yeah, you’re tense. How’re you holding up?”

I brush off the question with a quick smile. “I’m fine,” I lie. “But you’re not. You look wiped. Let me draw you a bath.”

He looks me over again, suspicion in his eyes. No doubt he knows I’m hiding how I really feel.

“Only if you’re getting in with me.”

His words hit like a jolt, sending my mind straight into a fantasy that’s impossible to shake.

“You alright over there?” he asks as I come back to the moment.

I smile. “I’m fine. Just thinking about how nice our bath sounds.”

“Come on.”

He gives my ass a quick, playful swat as we head down the hallway. That gets a laugh out of me, the first laugh in a longwhile, it seems.

The fantasy returns as we walk to the bathroom. In my head, his lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as his hands guide me into a slow, maddening rhythm.

I imagine him taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it gently as I run my hand through his hair. Every thrust would be deep and slow, sending waves of pleasure through me, the water sloshing around us as we get completely lost in each other.

The thought leaves me flushed, my breath catching for a split second before reality crashes back in and my mind returns to Tiffany, Kailee, and Erica.

And Misha.

I stop walking and take a step back, my arms crossing over my chest as I look Samuel in the eye. “Before we can enjoy any sexy time, I need to tell you something.”

His smirk fades instantly, replaced by concern. “What is it?”

I pull in a breath, steadying myself. “It’s about Tiffany. Something she told me earlier.”

He’s instantly on high alert. “Tell me.”

I uncross my arms and drop them, my hands fidgeting at my sides before I force them to still. “Misha sent her to deliver a message, just as I suspected,” I say. “He not only knows where I work, but he also knows about us.” My voice quiets slightly on the last word, and his jaw flexes, the muscle twitching once before stilling again. “He said Kailee and Erica are next if I don’t pay him a visit.”

Samuel’s entire body tenses. For a brief moment, I think he might slam his fist into the wall. I can see it in his face—the way his jaw sets, his lips pressing into a hard line.

But it’s his eyes that change the most.

In that moment, he becomes someone dark.

“What else?”

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