Page 47 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

She was breathtaking, flushed and wild, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

Her hair fell around her face in soft waves, and her eyes, dark, determined, held mine as she rocked her hips against me, taking control.

“Fuck, S,” I groaned, gripping her waist, feeling the way she pulsed around me.

She smirked, a slow, wicked curve of her lips, before leaning forward, dragging her mouth along my jaw, my neck, her breath hot against my skin.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered, rolling her hips again, making me curse, my hold tightening.

She set the pace—slow, teasing, driving me fucking insane.

Her movements were intentional, a torturous rhythm that had me fighting for every ounce of restraint.

I let my hands slide up her back, over her shoulders, then down to cup her breasts, my thumbs circling her hard nipples.

She shivered, her lips parting, a soft moan slipping free.

God, I needed more.

I sat up, wrapping an arm around her, pressing my mouth to the center of her chest, tasting the salt of her skin.

She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair, and then, just like that, the teasing was gone.

She moved faster, her thighs squeezing around me, her nails dragging down my back.

“Fuck, Kai,” she whimpered, burying her face against my neck, her breath hot and uneven.

I thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm, and she shattered.

Her entire body tensed, her back arching, her head falling back as she cried out my name.

I felt her tighten around me, pulling me deeper, and that was it.

I lost myself completely, coming apart in her arms as I buried myself inside her.

For a long moment, neither of us moved.

We stayed tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing still uneven.

Then, finally, she let out a shaky breath, pressing her forehead to mine. I reached up and brushed damp hair from her face, my thumb tracing her cheek.

Sadie blinked down at me, lips curving into a soft, satisfied smile. She curled against me, her breath warm against my collarbone, her fingertips still skimming lazy patterns over my ribs.

I tightened my arms around her, holding her close, grounding myself in the solid weight of her, in the way her body fit so perfectly against mine.

I wanted to memorize this.

Every damn inch of her, every soft sigh, every little tremor that still lingered in her limbs.

She was here.

With me.

And yet, that fear, cold and sharp, lingered at the edges of my mind.

I pressed my lips to her temple, inhaling deeply, letting her scent flood my senses.

It was different now—sandalwood and vanilla, maybe something floral—but underneath, it was still her.

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