Page 22 of Daddy's Accidental Babies

“That’s it, Van,” he growled in my ear, his grip on my hips tightening as he bit my neck.

The pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter, until I couldn’t take it any longer. I arched my back and whimpered, “Dom…” as my orgasm crashed over me. I clawed my nails into the leather headrest behind him to avoid leaving marks on him. Dominic grunted and held me even tighter, his hips jerking sporadically as he joined me in the blissful oblivion.

For a moment, time stood still. The world outside the limo faded away, and my body shuddered around him. Sweat-soaked and breathing heavily, we remained entangled as our heartbeats slowed to a more manageable pace. The limo continued to weave its way through the city streets, oblivious to the storm that had just raged inside me, but when his lips caught mine again, it was more intense than the orgasm he just gave me.

“Van,” he whispered…“I don’t want to fake date you…”

I sighed and rested my forehead on his. “I…” My heart physically hurt. I didn’t want to fake date him either, but the bomb had been set with a remote detonation switch and it was strapped to his chest, and he didn’t even see it. “I can’t,” I breathed finally, but that’s all I could manage.

He kissed me again, despite me trying to pull away. The sex was incredible and while the rest of the world saw him as a playboy and a joke, I knew the real man. His heart was more amazing than what his dick could do to me.

But the fuse was too short.

My heart too fragile.

I slid off his lap and felt him drain from me as he fixed his pants. We were less than a block away from my apartment as I fixed my skirt and tried not to cry.

As the limo pulled up to my building, I leaned into him one last time and pressed my lips to his neck. But before I could speak, I caught a glimpse through the tinted window—a small figure darting up the sidewalk in a striped hoodie, hand in hand with another.

My blood froze.

It was Thea and the boys.

She crossed the front courtyard from the movie theater two blocks down, laughing with Leo and Cal trailing beside her, each holding the last of their popcorn. My stomach flipped. I yanked back from Dominic, panicked.

“What is it?” he asked, breath still uneven.

“I need to go,” I said, fumbling for the door handle before the driver could even get out.

The car hadn’t come to a full stop, but I pushed the door open anyway and stepped out fast. The heels I wore caught the edge of the curb and I almost took a nosedive, but I steadied myself and glanced toward the opposite entrance of the building.

I prayed Dominic hadn’t seen them. I prayed harder that he didn’t look twice.

Thea hadn’t spotted me yet. She was talking animatedly with Leo tugging on her sleeve while Cal skipped ahead.

I kept my head down, heart pounding. If Dominic stepped out now, if he glanced even once in their direction, he’d see it. The same eyes. The same chin. The resemblance was undeniable in the right light. I couldn’t let that happen. Not like this—not tonight.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said quickly, not waiting for a response as I slammed the door and disappeared around the corner and into the service entrance before anyone could call after me.

10

DOMINIC

The skyline was still awake when I got home, but I wasn’t fully alert or present. I stripped off my jacket, tossed it across the back of a chair, and poured a drink I didn’t want. The scotch burned when I swallowed, but not enough to ground me. I didn’t bother with lights, relying only on the low glow from the city pushing through the glass walls.

The merger packet sat open on the table, filled with red lines and projections, but I couldn’t focus on any of it. My mind kept circling back to Savannah.

I pictured the black dress she wore and the way its skirt hugged her hips. I remembered that look in her eyes when she kissed me like she needed it to breathe. She still wanted me. And Christ help me, I wanted her like I hadn’t wanted anything in years. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her flushed and breathless on top of me, whispering my name.

I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled hard.

She was never just a good time—not in the past and certainly not now. But hearing her tell me she couldn’t make this fake-dating arrangement into something real twisted my gut. I didn’t know what game we were playing anymore, but I was donepretending I didn’t care. If she wanted to keep her secrets, that was her choice. But I wasn’t letting her walk out of my life a second time.

The doorbell buzzed. I stared at the panel, knowing no one buzzed me this late unless it was serious. I crossed the living room and hit the intercom.

“Yeah,” I said, gripping the panel button with a tight hand, already bracing for bad news.

“It’s Graham. We need to talk.” His voice was flat and urgent. I pictured him with his car parked at the gate, leaning out of his window with a cocky expression, and scowled.

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