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“Fuck.” He breathes out in a rough, throaty voice, low enough for only me to hear. His hips tip forward, taking him deeper. On the challenge, I begin to pump him in my mouth until his hands hold my head in place, refusing to let memove as I hear him grit through his teeth as he twitches in my mouth and his cum slides down my throat.

I’ve succeeded. I may be on my knees, but only I can make him orgasm like that.

I suck him clean before I ease off, let him slip nearly free. I don’t even notice how or who tucks his cock back into his pants. He drags me up, steadying me. I feel that my lips are swollen and my clit is throbbing too, but I stay focused on my original mission.

"You like this? Me losing it for you?" His breath gives away that his heart rate is a little high.

I let my eyes slide up to his face, and I’m met with his jaw locked and eyes darkened with heat.

“Yes,” I faintly say.

Hayes drags his thumb across my bottom lip. “You may be a very naughty girl, but don’t mistake my desire for you as weakness, Elodie. I’m very much the one holding all the cards.”

Before I can figure out what he means, his mouth dips down to kiss me.

And I’m lost all over again.

When I getto Hayes’s place, Lola heads straight to her corner of the living room, which was never intended as a play area, yet somehow her toys have found their new home there. I head to the fridge to figure out dinner, and Hayes must have had his housekeeper stock up earlier today, as I see new groceries already unpacked. Of course he did.

I’m not used to being taken care of in so many ways. It’s always been Lola and me. Sure, friends and family have been around, but it’s the little things that have thrown me off. Idon’t even need to check, I’m positive the cleaner refreshed all the sheets, too.

Scavenging the fridge, I opt to just make a grilled cheese sandwich for Lola and me. I’m exhausted from the day, so I quickly ran home to check the damage and collect a few things. It’s not great, but it could be worse. Either way, I anticipate my stay here to be longer than I might have planned.

And that’s the way Hayes probably wants it.

Surprisingly, I'm not hitting a panic button either.

“Daddy!” I hear Lola call out, and I duck around the fridge door to see Hayes arrive home. I’ve been so lost in my thoughts that I missed hearing him arrive.

One look across the living area, and I notice the way he neatly tosses his blazer onto the back of the couch and rolls up his sleeves as he beelines it to Lola, and it smolders in a different way. He picks her up, and I soften from the image.

“How are Berry and Bagel today? I heard you get to stay here.” He tickles her belly, and she laughs.

Swinging her around on his hip, he faces me with the sweetest smile, all because of our daughter.

I stride a few steps to the island. “Are you in a rush to get to the airport?”

“Nah, I have an hour to spare. Plus, I forgot my personal tablet in case I need it for certain things.”He flashes his eyes at me.

Video sex was not on my agenda, but neither was giving him a blowjob in his office, and look how that panned out.

I only chirp a hum in response.

He sets Lola back down, and she runs back to her area. “Also wanted to check that everything is alright here?”

“Just fine. I can make you a gourmet dinner of grilled cheese before you go.”

“Tempting, but I’ll eat on the plane with Julian. Do you have a minute?” He tilts his head in the direction of the hallway entrance.

Strange but also not. I follow his lead, and when we get to the hallway, he quickly grabs and presses me against the wall, instantly thrilling me.

He drags his mouth with warm breath up to my temple. “I’m assuming you're sleeping in my bed while I’m away.”

“Oh? But there is a guest room,” I feign my choice.

He rumbles a chuckle in the back of his throat, and it vibrates along my spine. His hand braces against the wall right by my ear, the other cradling my jaw

“I’m sure my shirts can be of service when you need something to wear to bed.” His hand tilts my head, baring my throat. “But next time I come home, you'd better be in nothing at all in my bed,” he growls, a request or is it a warning?