Page 13 of Daddy's Accidental Babies

“Understood,” she said. I ended the call and leaned back into the chair, tension riding high across my shoulders.

This was the last thing I needed—not just a leak, but a potential breach coming from inside a team Savannah worked with. She wasn’t implicated. She hadn’t even been in the building that morning if my memory served, but the proximity still bothered me.

I didn’t want her anywhere near this mess. It was hard enough to be in the same room with her. I didn’t want there to be more complications or mess. Vance suggested softening my image, and Vanessa recommended a paramour for me. I only brought Savannah up to make faking something like that a bit easier. Now the ball was in her court, and if she felt like she was going to have to battle a scandal too, she’d bolt.

She was sharp, driven, probably smarter than half the executive team, but this campaign was going to get messy.People were already picking sides. Allegiances shifted fast when money was on the line, and I didn’t want her caught in the crossfire. Not until I knew what was really going on.

I reached for my glass, took a long sip of lukewarm water, and opened my laptop again. I had more work to do, but my fingers hovered over the keys for too long.

I opened a message window and started typing a note to Savannah, something casual, something that didn’t sound like I was losing my mind. I deleted it. Tried again. Deleted that too.

Finally, I gave up on subtlety and typed out exactly what I wanted:

Dominic: 10:24 PM:I really need release. M4S? My place…

I hit send before I could talk myself out of it. Then I sat there, staring at the screen, waiting for something—anything. The minutes crawled by in silence. There was no reply. The typing bubbles never appeared. The low thrum of silence and the echo of my own impulsiveness ricocheted through my head, making me question whether I should have sent the message in the first place.

I forced myself back into the spreadsheets, tried to bury my mind in budget lines and risk assessments, but my focus was shot. I wasn’t used to feeling like this—unsettled, off-balance, definitely not used to being ignored.

When her reply came in, I nearly dropped the mouse.

Savannah: 10:37 PM:You’re not subtle, are you?

Dominic: 10:38 PM:Never claimed to be. Come over.

For ten, then fifteen more minutes, I got nothing. I started to think maybe I’d pushed too far. Maybe she was going to ghost me all over again, and this time there would be a sexual harassment suit. Maybe I was reading too much into the wayshe looked at me in her office when I asked her to go along with Vanessa’s plot.

But just after eleven, the gate camera blinked to life, and the intercom lit up with the security team confirming Savannah had arrived at the front door of my house.

I stood too quickly, knocking my knee against the desk as I got to my feet. I wasn’t ready—at least, not in the way I usually was. With anyone else, I would’ve adjusted my cuffs, fixed my expression, and opened the door like I had nothing to prove. But this wasn’t anyone else. This was Savannah.

I stopped at the mirror in the hallway, smoothed down my shirt, ran a hand through my hair, and cursed myself under my breath. Then I buzzed the door open and waited for the sound of her footsteps coming up the walk.

Each second stretched. I paced once across the entryway, then stopped myself. I didn’t want to look like I’d been waiting by the door, even if that was exactly what I was doing. My palms were sweating, which felt ridiculous, and I wiped them down the sides of my slacks. I told myself it was the merger, the stress, the late hour—but I knew better. This wasn’t nerves about business.

The doorbell rang and I reached for the handle, pulling the door open slowly. She stood on the porch, shoulders tense, her eyes searching mine like she half expected me to change my mind. I stepped aside to let her in as my chest tightened with a rush of nerves.

Savannah stepped into the entryway with her shoulders squared, her chin slightly lifted like she wasn’t sure whether to walk in or walk away. Her coat clung to her from the mist outside, and she held a small clutch tight in her hand.

“Hi,” she said calmly, but she didn’t make eye contact.

“Hey,” I answered as I shut the door behind her and shook off the worst of my anxious tension.

She moved past me with deliberate calm and set her clutch on the console table near the door. For a beat, she didn’t turn around. Then, without looking at me, she said, “I’m not sure how this is supposed to work. The whole…booty call thing.”

I grinned like a fool and walked closer to her, closing the gap between us. “Well, for starters, you have to show up. So we can tick that one off the list.” I took the lapels of her long jacket and slid them down off her shoulders. “And next, you have to be more comfortable…Say, taking off your clothing…”

The fire between us was still burning hot and bright. The minute her coat was off her arms, it dropped to the floor and she reached for my neck, pulling me down for a kiss.

Her lips were as intoxicating as I remembered, her touch just as electrifying. The heat of her body radiated through the thin fabric of her dress, fueling the hunger building inside me. My need for her was a physical ache, and I could no more resist her now than I could have that night we first succumbed to our desires.

My hands skated down her back, molding to the curve of her hips, drawing her body tightly against mine. Her gasp of desire when our bodies met was like music to my ears, spurring me on to claim more of her. I kissed her hard and deep, my tongue plunging into her mouth in a dance as old as time itself—a mating ritual between two damned souls.

With a low growl rumbling in my chest, I backed her against the wall, hands gripping her hips hard.

Her nails dug into my back, leaving fiery trails behind as she arched against me, begging for more. I wanted to savor the moment, to draw it out, but the overwhelming desire for her was too much to bear. I needed her now—this very moment.

With one fluid motion, I hiked up her dress, exposing her lace-clad center, and dropped to my knees. She gasped at my audacity but didn’t protest as I teased the lace aside, revealingher wet heat. Flicking my tongue against her entrance, I reveled in her moans of pleasure as she pushed herself harder against my mouth.

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