Page 35 of Saved by my Baby Daddy Spy
Itakeanothersipof wine, hoping whoever is knocking will go away. This is my night alone. Audrey and Preston took Teddy and Kerrigan to their beach house. I have one night completely alone this week, and I’m going to enjoy it to the best of my ability.
Even though I miss Kerrigan like crazy.
There is another knock as I finish my glass of wine. I sigh and pause the movie I’m watching. The knocking continues as I make my way to the door.
When I glance through the peephole, my heart stops in my chest.
“Holden,” I say as I open the door, feeling self-conscious about the oversized t-shirt I wear and my messy hair. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to apologize after the way I left things last night. I blew up at you even though you went above and beyond to try and make sure that I knew about Kerrigan.”
“I could have done more,” I say, the familiar feeling of guilt creeping back in. “I should have done more.”
“No,” he says, his tone stern. “You did everything you could. My handler found out about Kerrigan, but he didn’t tell me.”
I scowl, pissed off with a man I don’t even know. “For how long did he know?”
“He knew while you were pregnant. Hampton told me as much when I spoke to him this morning,”
I nod, trying to process the information. “Alright, well, thanks for letting me know and thanks for the apology.”
“Hannah, I want to be part of your lives. I told you that before and it hasn’t changed. I know how I reacted last night was a lot, and I wouldn’t blame you at all for needing some time, but I really want to get to know our daughter.”
I can hear the sincerity in his voice as I look up at him. In the span of twenty-four hours, he’s gone from a carefree, confident man to one who has had his entire world rocked.
“She’s not here right now,” I say as I hold the door open wider and step aside. “But if you want to come in and look at baby pictures, I would be more than happy to show them to you. You should be prepared though. There’s a lot.”
Holden’s eyes water as he nods and comes inside. “I would like that.”
He follows me through the house and into the living room. I grab my phone from the coffee table and sit down on the plush couch, leaning back into the cushions.
Holden sits beside me, too close to pretend that I don’t smell his spicy cologne, but too far away to properly see the pictures. I shuffle closer to him, our bodies nearly pressing against each other as I pull up the album on my phone dedicated to Kerrigan.
Heat pools between my legs as Holden leans closer to me. He turns his head to look at me, our gazes connecting as he takes the phone from my hand and puts it back on the table.
“You know, I never got to kiss you goodnight last night. I hear that’s an important part of the first date,” he says, his voice husky as he leans closer to me.
His gaze drops to my mouth as I reach up and cup his cheek. Electricity shoots between us as he closes the distance, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss.
Holden’s mouth is urgent against mine as his grabs my waist and pulls me into his lap. I moan as I straddle him, holding onto his shoulders as I roll my hips.
His erection presses against my core as I arch my back and grind against him harder. I slide my hands down his chest, slowly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. He groans as I rake my nails over his skin.
“Hannah, do you want to do this right now?” he asks in between the kisses he trails down my neck and across my collarbones.
I gasp as he sucks on the sensitive flesh. “Yes. Please. I need this.”
He groans and pulls my shirt off, tossing it to the floor and leaving me completely naked. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Down the hall on the right.” I roll my hips again, my core aching as he presses against me.
Holden stands up with me in his arms. I lock my legs around his waist, writhing against him as he pins me against a wall. I push his shirt off his shoulders. His teeth graze my earlobe as he grinds into me.
Our mouths lock again, my hands running through his soft hair. I try to pull him closer, even though there is no room between us.
He walks us down to my bedroom, lowering me onto the bed as soon as we reach the room. My nipples pebble as he stands and looks down at me. His erection strains against his pants.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, cupping his erection and stroking it through his pants. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
