Page 33 of The Billionaire's Accidental Daddy Duty
I hovered my thumbs over the screen. If Joey and I left at dawn, I wouldn’t have to say good-bye to Isla. Avoiding her in the office would be easy since she would be two floors down with the other programmers, not right outside my door like before. But then, I wouldn’t get to bury my cock inside her one more time. And fuck me if that wasn’t the only thing my brain could process right now. I wanted her in the worst way possible. And she wanted me.
“There he is.” Isla strolled in with Joey in her arms. He was happy as can be—all smiles and bouncy legs.
I glanced down at my phone and quickly typed a response.
Me: Let me get back to you.
“Are you hungry?” Isla’s sexy voice made my cock twitch.
When I glanced up and saw she was talking to Joey, my erection deflated some. Cock-blocked by my own son. I deserved that.
“I’m famished.” I sat on the bed and didn’t bother to hide how much I still wanted her.
“Hmm.” She glanced down and then quickly moved up. “We’ll wait in the kitchen.”
If I was going to keep my hands off Isla for a whole afternoon, I was going to need a cold shower. Something I was intimately familiar with. Though, before, I used themto find focus first thing in the morning and get the creative juices flowing. Lately, the one thing I had struggled with was doing the right thing when it came to Isla. The right thing? Who the hell knew what that was anymore? I sure as hell didn’t.
I ran the water and let the icy prickles hit my back. I took a breath and counted backward. The half-ass meditation helped to get my cock under control. But my mind kept chasing after Isla’s smile, and now, that little moan she made right before she came.
“Fuck me.” I grabbed a towel and headed for the walk-in closet where I found a pair of joggers and a T-shirt.
By the time I made it to the kitchen, Isla had Joey in the highchair and was feeding him green beans. When she turned my way, her breath hitched. Good, I wasn’t the only one still thinking about the mind-blowing sex from before. I hadn’t lied to make her feel better. I honest to God had never had sex like that. Something about Isla made me feel raw and exposed. Worst part was, I liked not having to hide parts of me.
“Mrs. Ross left a dinner for us. Roasted chicken, I think.” She cleared her throat.
“Brilliant. I’ll get it in the oven.” I ran my hand over Joey’s blond hair. I still couldn’t get used to the idea that I had a son. It seemed so impossible and so terrifying.
“He doesn’t bite, you know.” She offered Joey another spoonful of nasty green goo, and he took it eagerly.
“I know that.” I shifted my gaze away from them and focused on the easy task of warming up a pre-made dinner.
When the oven beeped, I took out the dish and served two plates. As I carried them to the table, I realized that tonight might be the last night I got to eat a meal with Islaand Joey. My chest tightened as images of so many other nights fluttered through my mind—nights where it was just me and a bunch of designs on the table. I wasn’t unhappy at all. But now that I’d had a taste of the family life, I couldn’t help but wonder: what else had I been missing?
I poured two glasses of wine and waited for Isla to join me. I sat there, like a sappy idiot, and watched as she wiped clean Joey’s tray and filled it up with puffs—a baby snack miracle that had the ability to keep Joey entertained for almost half an hour.
“Wow, this looks amazing.” She gripped the back of the chair next to me, biting the inside of her lower lip.
She seemed confused with the setup. But why? We’d done exactly this pretty much every night since she moved in. What changed now?
“You seem nervous. Don’t be.”
“Hmm.” She tightened her grip. “It’s odd. You’re my boss.”
God, she was adorable. And so fucking sexy. “And?”
She pointed behind her toward my suite. “You saw me naked.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” I sipped from my glass.
“What? As in, you’ve seen other women naked or as in you’ve seen me naked?”
Oh, shit. I had forgotten about the white little lie I told her when she first came to help with Joey. She had seemed so preoccupied with the fact that she had taken her clothes off in my flat, I figured bending the truth a bit couldn’t hurt. I supposed I had to come clean now.
“Okay.” I put up my hands as a peace offering. “That night when I brought youover.”
“Yeah. You said I had come on to you but then passed out on your couch.”
“Right. You took your top off before that.” What a glorious sight that had been. “I have to admit, it took me by surprise. I liked what I saw. A lot.” I reached for her hand, but she pulled away.
