Page 74 of Hot for Hostage

“It’s the front gate.” He frowned. I bit my lip as he put the phone to his ear. “Make it quick.”

While he was busy, I took the initiative by loosening his tie and undoing the top three buttons of his sleek dress shirt. My lips found his smooth chest, and I took my time kissing and licking every inch of exposed skin. It was a mouthwatering exploration.

There was a pause on the line before a man’s faint response. “You asked for a heads-up when your father arrived. He’s here.”

My tongue froze against Davian’s chest.

Hisfather?

“Send him to my office.” Davian hung up.

I pulled back to look up at him and drew my tongue back into my mouth, not sure what to do.

“Your father’s here?” I asked.

He pocketed his phone with a sigh and pressed a kiss to my temple. “Afraid so. Give me two minutes to tell him to get lost, then I’ll make sure we don’t get interrupted again.”

“What? You can’t just send him away!” I gaped at him. “He’s your father.”

“He’s an asshole,” Davian said shortly. His face was grim. “Do me a favor and wait in here until he’s gone? Your friend Gladys was right about my old man. He’s dangerous.”

I straightened up and wet my lips, a little miffed. “I can hold my own.”

A small smile cracked through. “Yes, I’ve learned you’re quite lethal with a broom. That doesn’t mean I want you anywhere near him.”

Well, I guess it was a little soon to be meeting the parents. And I’d just taken the man’s son hostage yesterday. That’d be a little difficult to explain.

“Fair enough,” I conceded.

Davian used his hold on my hair to pull me closer and steal another kiss—one I was more than happy to return. The unhurried way he ended the kiss only made me want to deepen it.

“Don’t move. I won’t be long.” He pulled back and redid his belt buckle. I allowed myself a moment to mourn the loss.

“Wait!” I grabbed for his tie before he could get too far. Davian went still and cocked a brow. “Don’t you need to, you know, wash up first?”

His lips flirted with a smirk. “I wasn’t planning to.”

My face warmed. “Please wash your mouth! You can’t go see your father like that.”

He laughed but thankfully moved over to the island with the sink. While he washed up, I hopped off the counter and walked the perimeter of the kitchen, unlocking all the doors.

“What are you doing?” Davian’s eyes followed my trek around the room.

“I don’t want people to assume things because the doors are locked,” I explained, flipping another lock.

Davian breathed out a laugh. “They already know what we were doing, Sadie.”

I paused at the last door and pivoted to him. “What do you mean they know? Did youtellpeople?”

“No, but the walls aren’t soundproof.” His eyes lit with amusement as he flicked the water off his fingers. “And you aren’t quiet.”

“Dav!” Scandalized, I closed the distance between us and went to thump him on the arm, but he caught my hand and pulled me in for another quick kiss with a laugh.

“What? It wasn’t a complaint. Far from it,” he murmured against my lips before stealing another kiss. “Wait here.”

Like the good girl I supposedly was now, I watched Davian stride to the door and waited until it swung shut behind him before jumping into action.

I did my own cleaning at the sink, then raided the cabinet underneath for a good cleaning spray. Armed with that and a dishcloth, I thoroughly cleaned the counter I’d just been splayed out on.

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