Page 69 of Accidental Doctor Daddy

The host paled. “I—I’m so sorry, sir.”

I forced a tight smile. “It’s fine. Let’s just…start with the wine, yeah?”

He retreated like his shoes were on fire. Ella bit her lip, holding in laughter.

“You think that’s funny?” I asked, leaning in, brushing her thigh under the table with my fingers. “You like being mistaken for my daughter?”

She leaned forward, her voice low and wicked. “I like watching you squirm.”

“Careful, baby,” I murmured in her ear, letting my palm slide higher on her thigh. “I’m one wrong look away from dragging you into the bathroom and reminding you exactly who you belong to.”

She licked her lips. Her legs parted, just slightly.

Yeah. I had her.

But something in her gaze flickered. Just for a second. Like her thoughts had drifted somewhere heavier than the heat between us.

I kept the conversation light, feeding her the most expensive bites on the menu, watching her cheeks flush when I whispered things she’d earned with that dress. But beneath the banter, something in her was wound tight.

“What?” I asked finally, brushing her knuckles with my thumb. “You’re somewhere else.”

She shook her head, smiling like it was nothing. “I just… I said I wanted to talk about something tonight, remember?”

I nodded, but before I could ask more, she slid back her chair.

“Let me run to the bathroom first,” she said, rising.

I didn’t answer—just watched her go.

Her hips swayed with every step. The curve of her ass in that dress was a goddamn threat.

I waited ten seconds. Maybe twelve. Then tossed my napkin on the table and followed.

The hallway to the bathrooms was dim and deserted. I caught her just as she was slipping into the women’s restroom.

“Dom,” she hissed, wide-eyed, backing up a step. “You can’t?—”

But I was already inside, locking the door behind me.

“I don’t care,” I growled.

She blinked at me, breath catching as I stalked toward her. “Dom?—”

“You show up looking like that, and expect me to sit through dessert without touching you?” My voice was low, rough, and I backed her up until her spine met the wall.

“You’re insane,” she whispered.

“I’ve been hard since you walked in.”

She shuddered when I kissed her, mouth hot and open under mine. My hands roamed—thigh, waist, ass—then slid up the slit of her dress, dragging it high enough to bare the lace tops of her stockings.

Her gasp lit me up.

“Say the word and I’ll stop,” I murmured, lips grazing her throat. “Otherwise, I’m going to make you come with my fingers right here against this wall.”

Her nails dug into my biceps. Her eyes fluttered shut. “God, Dom…”

I pressed a hand between her thighs—already wet. The moment I slipped one finger inside her, she bit back a moan that sounded like my name. Her hips rolled toward me, need making her reckless.

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