Page 26 of Savage Daddies

Their leather-gloved hands that haven’t gone anywhere near my body yet.

The last time I felt desire this strong was almost four years ago.

It’s the kind of desire you can’t fight.

So I slip my hands into Mr. Reeves’ lap.

I needsomethingbefore returning home.

Something that’s gonna?—

Oh fuck.

A groan escapes Mr. Reeves’ beautiful mouth. I watch him in the rearview mirror. He opens his lips in a sort of ecstasy.

That’s when I feel something grow. Expand.

It fills my hand.

But not for long.

Soon I have to stretch my palm to accommodate its size.

Holy fuck, Mr. Reeves.

Another groan leaves his mouth. Then he’s bucking his hips and?—

“Stop, Zoe.” God, that stern voice could shatter me like porcelain. He swats my hand.

“Why?”

“You’re married.”

“A ring on my finger is all it is.”

I can’t believe what I’m saying. If those words found their way back to Felix, he’d brainwash me to think otherwise. Wire me up and electroshock my brain. Not because he wants me to love him, but because he needs to keep up his public appearance.

Felix Fernando—the winner of everything. He has the money, the house, the daughter, the wife. Whatdoesn’the have?

Answer: a working heart.

“God, Zoe, you can’t go saying stuff like that.”

“Why not?”

Mr. Reeves tightens his lips and concentrates on the road as we approach the city.

Turns out that question was rhetorical.

I loosen my grip on him.

We ride so fast the city becomes a blur.

And I’m glad.

Until we’re entering MacDonald Highlands and riding to a stop.

I climb off the bike, and pass my helmet back to him. Good thing the building is so set back from the road—the distance from curbside to porch should be great enough to drown out the sound of their bikes.

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