Page 59 of Jealous Boss

But then Ethan's hand slides under the table again, resting warm and sure on my bare knee, inching up, up, up, the promise in his dark eyes telling me everything he has planned for me... foruslater.

"Eat faster, baby. Daddy needs his dessert, too," he whispers in my ear.

With a shiver, the question floats away, lost in the flood of everything else I'm feeling.

Because tonight, and for the precious, possibly finite nights ahead, I'mhis.

And I don't want to be anywhere else.

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Ethan

She’s only one room away.

One glass wall. Fifteen feet. Maybe less.

And still, it’s too damn far.

I’ve gone through three emails in the last hour and haven’t retained a word of any of them. The Japanese deal needs a few tiny tweaks requested by the attorneys. I should’ve taken care of it first thing this morning.

But it’s mid-afternoon.

And all I can think about is whether Pia’s shifted in her chair again, crossing those legs in that little navy skirt—the one she wears with the white blouse that shouldn’t be legal in an office.

Fuck.

This is getting out of hand.

I scrub a hand down my face and click aimlessly through my inbox again. A message from compliance. Another lunch invite from a client I don’t care about.

An email from Philip asking how things are going with Pia, because guys like him still don’t believe in texts. A follow-up email asking about a problematic client who needs personal handling, possibly with a joint video call on Friday.

Fuck.

The last thing I want is to talk to Philip. To look into his face and lie my ass off.

Because I sure as hell am not about to tell him I’ve been bending his niece over my kitchen island and teaching her what it sounds like when someoneworshipsher. Spanking her ass bright red as she sobs and calls medaddy.

Yeah, I’m real mentor material.

And the worst part? I don’t regret a goddamn second of it.

This is reckless. Was reckless right from the jump.

I know what’s at stake. I know what I’ve built—my career, my name, this partnership—all of it could go up in smoke the second Philip finds out I’ve been making his niece come apart every night in my bed since Friday night.

But after that first taste, distance was never going to be part of the equation. Hell, I’m stunned it took me till Saturday night to tell her she was moving in.

Pia’s got this way of looking at me. Like I’m hers. Like she knows the kind of man I am but wants me anyway.

The first time she saidmaybe not my papa exactly, I swear my brain short-circuited and never recovered.

A knock at my door pulls me out of it.

“Come in,” I say, too fast.

It’s her.

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