Page 64 of Boss Daddy

Samuel and I enter the bathroom. Once we’re there, he turns the water on. The oversized tub fills with warm water, steam rising and curling in the soft glow of the dim lights. It’s romantic, but the way his fingers tighten on my hips tells me there’s nothing innocent about what he’s got in mind.

I glance over my shoulder. “You always look so serious,” I tease. “You planning a bath or a battle?”

He grins. “Maybe both. Depends on how you behave.”

The heat in his gaze sends a shiver down my spine. I focus on the water as he steps forward, testing the temperature with his hand.

“Perfect,” he says. When he turns back to me, the intensity in his eyes is red-hot.

He doesn’t say anything, just reaches for the hem of my shirt, his fingers brushing my stomach as he slowly lifts it over my head. I don’t move, his commanding presence keeping me still as he peels the fabric away and tosses it to the floor.

His hands move to my jeans next, unbuttoning them slowly, and sliding them down my legs. His gaze roams over my body as he works, drinking me in like he’s committing every inch to memory. Soon, I’m in nothing but my black thong.

“You don’t have to do all the work,” I say.

His lips curve into a sly grin. “I like doing the work,” he replies. “Especially this kind of work.”

The teasing heat in his tone makes my cheeks flush, and I bite back a retort as he kneels to slide my panties down, his hands lingering on my waist. He stands and steps closer, his body brushing against mine. His hands slide over the curve of my hips, then along my sides, leaving a trail of fire in the wake of his touch. His lips brush against my neck, soft and teasing, and I shiver.

“Samuel,” I whisper. I can’t get out another word after saying his name, his mouth finding my earlobe and sucking it gently.

His hands shift, one sliding to my lower back, the other dipping lower, grasping my ass cheek. He pulls me flush against him, and I can feel the hardness of his arousal pressing into my stomach. My breath hitches, and his deep, satisfied growl vibrates against my skin.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he says. “Do you know how badly I want to ruin you right now?”

His words send a rush of heat straight through me, and whatever teasing comeback I was about to make dies on my lips. His hand slips between my legs, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

He moves closer to my most sensitive spot, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps.His fingers part me gently and he begins fingering my sensitive, slick folds. The first slow stroke over my clit sends a sharp jolt of pleasure rushing through me.

“How does that feel?”

“You know how it feels. You know what you do to me.”

He drags his thumb slowly over my clit, causing me to pull in a sharp breath. “I do. But I want to hear you say it.”

I close my eyes, focusing on the slow movement of his fingertips around my tender bud, the gentle teasing near my entrance. “It feels… so fucking good.”

“Just what I wanted to hear.”

He keeps going, putting pressure on my clit, slipping two fingers inside me. The pressure builds with every stroke, each deliberate circle of his thumb on my clit drawing soft moans from my lips.

“God, Samuel,” I gasp, my head falling back as heat floods my body, every nerve alive under his touch.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. I can feel how much you want this, how much you want me to make you come.”

His fingers press deeper inside me with a deliberate rhythm that makes my legs tremble. My pussy clenches around him, my hips arching instinctively as the pleasure mounts.I’m moaning and squirming, bucking my hips against his hand.

“Let go for me,” he commands. His other hand grips my waist, holding me steady as I lose control. My body trembles, the tension building rapidly until it’s unbearable.

“Please,” I whisper, barely able to get the word out.

The orgasm crashes through me so intensely I worry I might collapse. I cry out, and he holds me in place, letting me focus on the pleasure.

“Good girl,” he growls. I shudder, a broken cry escaping me as pleasure crashes over me in waves.

When I finally come down, I rest my head against his shoulder. His hands steady me, keeping me upright as his lips press against my temple.

Samuel helps me as I step into the tub, the warm water immediately calming. The steam rises around us, and he gives me a playful swat on the ass. He follows me in and positions himself behind me. His strong hands find my waist, guiding me down until I’m seated between his legs, my back resting against his broad chest. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and his lips brush the curve of my neck.

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