Page 16 of His Little Secret in Discretion
“If you come home with me, Sunshine, you won’t get a second of sleep. Not when I haven’t been inside you in weeks.”
Her laugh hitched. “Well, how else am I supposed to thank you for tonight?”
I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, sighing as her hand slid lower, dangerously close to undoing me right there.
“You’re making this harder than it has to be…” I whispered.
“Then let me fix it, hmm?” she teased, eyes gleaming as she pressed against me.
My forehead dropped to hers, breathing ragged. The words I wanted to say—Only if you tell me you’re mine while I take you from behind—clawed at my throat. I swallowed them down. I was going insane. Too possessive. Too far gone.
I smacked her ass lightly, claiming her lips with a kiss. “Get in,” I ordered.
She smiled, radiant in the moonlight, and slipped into the car like she’d been waiting her whole life for the command.
Chapter seven
Blaine
Isighed, sprawled on the couch in Killian’s office like it was a therapy session. He’d kicked me out three times already in the last hour, but I couldn’t leave. Not when I needed advice. Not when I needed to figure out what the hell to do with the ray of Sunshine currently sleeping peacefully in my bed after taking me on another ride of a lifetime.
Killian looked… agitated, eyes glued to his screen as he skimmed a contract. I stared at the ceiling.
“Tell me, Kiki… and be honest.” He didn’t even look up. “Am I sugar daddy material?”
That seemed to catch his attention. He froze, then set the file down slowly, shock written all over his face.
“Come again?”
That’s what she said—No. Focus, Blaine.
“Am I sugar daddy material? It’s a simple question.”
“What kind of question is that? Why would you evenwantto be a sugar daddy?”
“Because Sunshine needs a new job,” I muttered.
He crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair like he was preparing for a headache. “I thought I told you to stop getting involved with her.”
I sat up, glaring at him. “You told me to stay away from the potential mother of my future children. The woman who could be my wife—”
“Your wife. The woman you had a one-night stand with.”
I shrugged. “If you count last night, it’s technically two nights.”
He groaned, head tipping back. “I can’t believe I’m entertaining this. Why does Sunshine need a new job?”
The memory of Vaughn had me on my feet, leaning against Killian’s desk, arms crossed tight. My blood boiled just thinking about it.
“Vaughn was trying to use her… other assets to line his pockets.” Killian’s brow furrowed. “He wanted her in the back rooms, giving private dances. She’s got nowhere else to go. And if I don’t come up with somethingtoday, she’ll be out there looking for another job—probably something that pays like shit compared to the club.”
I rubbed my temples, groaning. The silence stretched.
Finally, he muttered, “Blaine… you’re getting attached.”
I glanced at him, defiant. “Would that really be such a bad thing?”
“Yes. You barely even know this woman. You run companies, businesses, enterprises… Do you really want your mind occupied by some girl—?”
