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I stare after him, my hands shaking at my sides, my pulse drumming in my ears.
Leif steps forward carefully, like he’s waiting to see if I’ll break. I don’t. But something inside me shifts.
Because when I look at Leif—at his blue eyes still locked on me with quiet intensity, at the way his hands are still curled like he wanted to throw a punch but didn’t—I realize something. His fathers—his family—have been more of a family to me than my father ever was.
And him?
Leif is already more of a father to my daughter than the man who raised me was to me.
“You okay?” he asks, voice quieter now.
I nod, then exhale, the tension in my body slowly unraveling. “Yeah,” I say, voice rough but sure. “I think I finally am.”
Leif watches me for a long moment, then—so gently it nearly unravels me—he lifts my hand and presses his lips to my knuckles.
“That was pretty badass of you,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Scary, though. I was afraid he was gonna shoot us. But I’m proud of you, Hailey Bean.”
I swallow past the sudden lump in my throat. “I’m proud of us.” Then I sigh. “Let’s go home. That man exhausts me.”
“Home it is,” Leif agrees, but then his smirk turns wicked. “Though maybe I’ll tire you out more before you nap.”
I roll my eyes. “Unless you’re planning on fucking me with your cock, I don’t want anything from you, Crawford. I’m tired of just coming with your fingers and your mouth—love your tongue, but I need more.”
There’s a moment of silence.
And then—several gasps. Fuck. I may have said that louder than intended.
A group of well-dressed people waiting for their car on the curb stare at me.
Leif grins, absolute bastard. “Good. Say it louder. If this turns into a PR nightmare, I’m blaming you—‘Leif Crawford’s girlfriend is so horny she’s begging for his cock in the middle of Manhattan’ doesn’t sound like a great headline.”
My entire soul leaves my body.
“Shut up,” I hiss, my face burning.
He winks, then leans down, his voice dark and sinful in my ear. “Be a good girl, and I’ll let you take my cock in that sassy little mouth on the drive home.”
I shiver. “Okay. I promise to be good.”
ChapterThirty-Four
Leif
Dropping the Gloves (For the Right Fight)
The second the car door shuts behind us, the silence thickens.
Hailey exhales, shoulders dropping as she sinks into the leather seat. Her cheeks are still flushed, her hands twisting in her lap like she’s only just realized what she said back there. What she begged for.
Too late for second thoughts.
I stretch my arm along the back of the seat, watching her shift under my stare. The driver pulls into traffic, and I wait until we’re moving before I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“You’re lucky I didn’t take you right there,” I murmur, my voice dropping to something dark. Dangerous. “But you’re not off the hook, Hailey Bean. You begged for my cock in the middle of Manhattan. That means you’re going to take it exactly how I give it to you.”
She shivers. Fucking perfect.
Her breath catches as I trail a hand over her thigh, fingers playing at the hem of her dress. She wore this for the appointment—something soft, something easy. But now, it’s just another barrier in my way.
