Page 51 of Enemy Daddy Next Door

I did it. I’m here.

However, now is the trial of actually getting inside. I can’t ring the doorbell or knock on the door without the fear of waking up Jessica and I can’t just waltz inside. I doubt he’d leave a door unlocked and, if he did, I’m sure there are some alarms that are engaged.

I walk further into the yard and up the steps of the deck, staring through the darkened sliding glass doors.

I didn’t think this far ahead. I touch the pocket of my robe. Empty. I stupidly left my phone in the kitchen when I was loading the cake onto the plate.

Shows you how much of an idiot you can be when you’re horny.

Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I should have texted him ahead of time or just be a good girl and wait until a more appropriate moment.

But I’m so tired of being a good girl.

Just try. Just see. What’s the worst that can happen?

Probably a lot of things. However, my heart is beating for Hunter. He’s the only thing on my mind.

I touch the handle of the sliding glass door and pull. Miraculously, it slides open. Yes.

I step into the living room of the Ricks house, totally dark except for a small aquarium bubbling in the corner with Jessica’s beta fish, Brody, swishing around.

Through the hallway, I can see there’s a light on in the front of the house. One lamp casting a warm glow into the room.

I tiptoe through the house. Past the downstairs bathroom, the door to the kitchen, and into the foyer. The light is coming from the sitting room in the front, a modern looking lamp hanging over an easy chair where there’s a book folded over the arm of the chair, in the midst of being read.

“Amy.”

I stifle a cry and turn around to find Hunter standing in the foyer behind me, confusion all over his face.

“What are you doing here?”

I don’t have words to speak. He takes them all out of my mouth with his beauty. I’ve never seen him in his nightclothes, an old T-shirt and boxers, but damn is it a good look on him. His long locks hang wild and free over his shoulders.

And his eyes…

Warm, amber, inviting.

“Amy? You okay?”

“Cake.”

Hunter’s eyebrows jump and he half-smiles. “What?”

“I – I – I brought cake for Jessica. Here,” I say, holding the plate out.

Hunter starts to walk toward me, slowly, purposefully. I feel my heartbeat in my groin. He inclines his head to the side. “You let yourself into my home in the middle of the night to bring cake for my daughter?”

I nod. “Uh-huh. I mean, I know it seems ridiculous, but…”

Hunter stops a foot away from me. “Doesn’t seem ridiculous to me.”

I feel like I’m breathing so heavily and nothing has even happened yet. Can he hear me panting already?

Hunter’s lower lip curls under his teeth. I’d like to feel him nibble all over my body. My neck, my breasts, the insides of my thighs.

I’m turning into someone I don’t recognize.

But I like her. I’d like her to stay.

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