Page 69 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

Sadie gasped against my lips, but she didn’t pull away.

No, she pressed closer, grabbing the front of my shirt like she was holding on for dear life.

And just like that, we were moving.

I backed her up until she hit the edge of the kitchen counter. Her hands slid up, fingers skimming my jaw, my neck, clutching like she wanted me closer.

Like she needed this just as badly as I did.

I groaned against her mouth, nipping at her lower lip, swallowing the little sound she made in response.

God, she tasted like whiskey and temptation, like something I should stay away from but couldn’t.

Her hands dropped to my belt, tugging, and I growled against her lips. “Sadie.”

“What?” She was breathless, eyes dark, cheeks flushed.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I lifted her onto the counter, stepping between her legs, dragging my hands up her thighs.

She sucked in a sharp breath when I pressed into her, and I felt it—the way she trembled, the way she wanted this just as much as I did.

“Samuel…”

Her voice was barely more than a whisper, her fingers tightening in my hair as I dragged my mouth over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

I glanced up, watching her face, the way her chest rose and fell, the anticipation written all over her.

She was stunning like this: flushed, needy, on the edge of falling apart.

I pressed a slow kiss just above the waistband of her jeans before undoing the button, taking my time.

She shivered, her breath hitching as I slid them down her legs, my fingers tracing the curve of her hips.

“Samuel,” she said again, her voice trembling.

I smirked against her skin. “I know.”

And then I leaned in and tasted her.

Sadie gasped, her head falling back against the cabinet, her thighs tensing around me.

I gripped them tighter, keeping her open, keeping her right where I wanted her.

She was already unraveling, already responding to every movement of my mouth, every flick of my tongue.

I savored the way she writhed, the way she whispered my name like she had never felt anything like this before.

And then…

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Kai’s voice slammed into the moment like a wrecking ball.

Sadie went rigid instantly, her entire body tensing under my hands.

I barely had time to lift my head before I heard Adam let out a low whistle.

“Well, shit,” he drawled, amusement lacing his tone. “Looks like we missed the party.”

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