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“Yes, Daddy.” She tightened her fingers on his shoulders. “Now, please!”
“So polite. I guess I’ll have to do as you say.”
Razor kissed her hard before shifting his hips back. His thrust forward took her breath away as his shaft stroked over sensitive spots inside her she hadn’t known existed. He pushed her desire higher and higher until her world narrowed to a small bubble around them. She escaped into pleasure as he helped her climax over and over.
When his movement quickened along with his breathing, Honey suspected he was close. She stroked her hands down his spine to squeeze his powerful buttocks. Hoping she could thrill him, Honey searched for the spot she’d read about in a smutty romance novel. She pressed on that small sensitive area just behind his balls and held on as Razor roared his orgasm into the room.
Her neighbor pounded on the wall, making them both laugh as he collapsed over her, balancing his weight to avoid crushing her. He carefully withdrew and took care of the condom before pulling her to rest on his chest. When their racing hearts slowed, Razor told her. “Next time at my cabin, Little girl. I can’t wait to make you scream loud enough to rouse Scythe’s chickens.”
“Scythe has chickens? I have so much to learn about you and your Devil Daddies friends.”
“I can’t wait to share everything with you.”
Chapter 8
Surviving the return to reality on Monday, Honey had thrown herself into work to keep her mind from wandering back to how incredible sex was with Razor. Did people actually feel all that—like every time? It couldn’t be a fluke, could it?
Missing him made heading back to the factory even worse. Mondays were always a challenge for Honey. What was she thinking? Every day was hard at work.
Her boss’s footsteps pounded down the hallway and she ducked her head down to concentrate on her computer screen. Honey had found over the years it was best to limit her eye contact with him. Al Reynolds couldn’t be the worst boss in the world, but he had to be in the top thousand.
“Did the Chinese manufacturer call?” he bellowed.
“No, sir. We haven’t heard from him.” She glanced at the clock, doing math in her head to calculate what time it was in China. There was no way the factory was open now. “Shall I write them an email?”
“You should have sent that a week ago,” he announced, pressing his fists into the top of her desk as he leaned over her laptop. Mr. Reynolds loved intimidation in all forms.
Honey glided her chair back slightly to look up at him without craning her neck. “I’m sorry, sir. I should have stated that differently. ‘Would you like me to follow up on my previous email to see where the supplies are?’”
“Of course I do.” He stood and stomped to his office, muttering, “I shouldn’t have to ask you to do your job.”
Honey controlled her impulse to roll her eyes. She assumed her boss had hidden cameras in her office to spy on her. Since the company’s president had installed his son-in-law, Al Reynolds, in this position, the unpleasant newcomer had repeatedly searched for reasons to fire her. The tension of living on a tightrope didn’t help her health or happiness.
She crossed her fingers, hoping that somehow, some way, the people above them would pick up on his negative effect on the business. It hadn’t happened yet, but Honey had hope.
By the end of the day, she dragged herself out to her car and headed home, ready to curl up on her couch with Beatrice, her stuffie, and a plate of lasagna. She’d almost taken it to work for lunch but hadn’t wanted to deal with her boss’s complaints about the smell. After parking her car, she dropped her forehead down on the steering wheel to gather energy for the walk inside. What a Monday!
A loud rap on her window made her jolt back against the seat. Surely the neighbors hadn’t come over to talk to her about the noise. Her face was already heating as she turned to see a silver fox smiling at her through the window. Her silver fox.
“Razor,” she said, staring at him.
“Daddy. Unlock your door, Little girl.”
Quickly, she reached for the release. As it popped open, he stepped back to guide the barrier between them away. “What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t answer my text, so I drove over to check on you.”
“You sent me a message. I’m sorry, Razor. I had a crazy day.”
“Daddy. And I understand. Would you like to spend some time together, or are you too tired? There’s not a wrong answer to that by the way.”
She held her hand out, and Razor smoothly pulled Honey to her feet. He leaned in to grab her purse and pastry-inspired lunch box. “Cupcakes. Cute. You did eat something other than dessert for lunch today, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I took a sandwich and an apple.”
He lifted the box, and they both heard a rattle from inside. “I’m betting that’s not the sandwich you didn’t eat.”
Honey laughed. Hopefully, no sandwich clunked that loudly. “I wanted to have lasagna but figured my boss would complain.”
