Page 14 of The Jealous Boss

I stow the vibrator in my underwear drawer and cautiously open my door. The shower is still running, thank God. I’ll grab batteries from the kitchen, and Drew will be none the wiser. But just as I reach the bottom of the stairs, the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” I call out, unsure whether Drew can hear me. But if he does, he doesn’t answer.

Glancing at the security monitor, I realize the takeout has arrived. Opening the door, I accept the bag from the driver, then hurry into the kitchen. Setting the food on the counter, I dash over to the drawer where the batteries are stored. To my relief, there’s a pack of AAAs.

I take two batteries, then walk over to the breakfast nook and grab my hard seltzer. But just as I’m about to sneak back to my room, Drew calls my name from the top of the stairs.

Crap.

If I walk past him carrying the batteries, he’ll ask questions that I’ll be too embarrassed to answer. I can’t hide them since my dress doesn’t have pockets, and I’m not sure I have it in me to lie to him twice in one night…

Footsteps on the stairs make up my mind for me. The drawer is across the room. There’s no time.

I shove the batteries into my underwear a split second before Drew enters the kitchen—naked except for a towel around his waist.

My mouth goes dry. His short, dark hair is damp, and drops of water glisten on his well-defined abs. Swallowing hard, I force myself to look away from the faint line of hair that trails from his navel, disappearing below where the towel barely clings to his hips.

He walks over to the takeout and opens it. I should say something, but all I can think about is the fact that there’s nothing but a bath towel and a few feet of empty tile between me and my boss’s…

Cock. His cock, Anna. Not an eggplant emoji or a dildo but an honest-to-God…

The room spins as it hits me that I’m closer than I’ve ever been in my life to seeing an actual penis. And not just any penis—but Drew’s.

“I thought I heard the doorbell.” He shoots me a funny look. “Are you okay? Why aren’t you eating?”

Jolted back to the present, I’m suddenly horribly aware of the awkward secret hidden in my underwear. Clutching my drink, I move to the opposite side of the center island before answering, careful to keep it between us.

“I, uh, figured I should wait for you,” I say, hating how lame I sound.

Drew studies me, then shakes his head and takes a container from the bag. “I envy your self-control.” He pops a piece of sushi into his mouth. “I’m starving.”

But, Daddy, I’m hungry, too…

My pussy clenches at the memory of his fingers filling me.

Realizing he expects a reply, I struggle to formulate a coherent response, but all I manage is a too-breathless, “Obviously.”

At this, he laughs. “Fair enough. I suppose the least I could do is put on pants before stuffing my face. But I’m serious, you should eat,” he says, grabbing another piece of sushi and leaving the room.

I stare at his towel-clad ass as he walks away. Then I force myself to wait several long heartbeats before returning to my bedroom. Tossing the batteries in my drawer, I hurry back downstairs.

Still rattled from nearly being caught, I’m too jittery to sit down, let alone eat. So I stand at the island and sip my drink. And then I recall something Drew said earlier…

The moment I get back, I’m eating your delicious little pussy.

At the time, the words turned me on. They still do. But now anxiety tempers my arousal. Drew doesn’t know my secret, doesn’t know how abnormal I am. He’s probably used to women who orgasm easily. Didn’t he imply as much?

What you need, angel, is to be a good little girl and come against your daddy’s face when I tell you to.

Oh God, what if I can’t? He won’t call me a good little girl then, won’t call me his. He won’t want anything to do with me.

“I told you to eat, angel.” Drew’s breath teases the side of my face as he murmurs the words into my ear.

Every cell in my body is aware of the solid male presence beside me. Shy, I sneak a glance at him before lowering my gaze back to my drink.

He’s fully clothed now, yet somehow just as dangerously sexy in jeans and a T-shirt as he was in a towel. Needing a moment to pull myself together, I walk over to the breakfast nook. Sure enough, Elijah’s book is where I expected.

Still not trusting my voice, I set the book in front of Drew. He nods but doesn’t pick it up, too focused on the takeout.

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