“I got more today,” I say, pulling out my phone and showing him the images—payment records, invoices, names tied to Obsidian Ventures. “It’s not just money laundering. There’s a pattern—meetings with clients I’ve never heard of, transfers to accounts in tax hideouts. I didn’t want to believe it, but… it’s real.”
Travis’s eyes scan the screenshots, his expression grim.
“Good work, Little Lawyer,” Travis says. “This is exactly what we need. But it also means you’re in more danger than ever. You don’t leave my sight from now on, got it?”
I nod, my heart still racing from the kiss, from the truth we’re uncovering. “Got it. But Travis… what does this mean for me? For my job? I thought Knox & Rain was my purpose, my way to fight for justice.”
Travis takes my hand, his grip firm, grounding.
“We’ll figure it out. Together,” Travis says, pure Daddy. “You’re not alone in this, Miles. I’ve got you.”
I squeeze his hand back, joy and fear tangling in my chest. For the first time, I feel like we’re on the same side, and it’s exhilarating.
But the weight of Kyle’s deception, the cartel, the threat—it’s all closing in.
I lean against Travis, his warmth steadying me, and for now, I let myself believe we can face it.
Together.
The credits ofThe Princess and the Frogscroll across the TV screen, the music a sweet hum. I’m snuggled up on the couch, my head resting against Travis’s chest, his arm draped around me, warm and solid.
Bean is tucked into my lap, his warmed up fuzzy fur a comforting anchor, but it’s Travis’s steady heartbeat under my cheek that makes my whole body hum.
The kiss from earlier—raw, passionate, like a dam breaking—still lingers on my lips, and every time I glance at him, my skin tingles with a need I’ve never felt before.
It’s overwhelming, electric, like my entire being is tuned to him, and I’m not sure I can stand it much longer.
“Daddy,” I whisper, looking up toward Travis.
“Yes, darling?” Travis replies.
The credits music swells, and Travis shifts, his hand brushing my shoulder as he turns to me. His eyes, those piercing green-gray pools, lock onto mine, and before I can think, he leans in and kisses me again.
It’s slower this time, deeper, his lips firm but gentle, tasting of whisky and something uniquely him.
I melt into it, my hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his t-shirt as a wave of arousal crashes through me. My heart’s pounding, my thighs pressing together, and I want him—God, I want him so bad, right here, right now. I press closer, my body practically begging, and I feel his breath hitch, his grip tightening for a moment like he’s fighting the same urge.
But then he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine, his breathing ragged.
“Miles,” Travis says, his voice rough, strained. “We can’t.Not yet. I’m your Daddy, and I’m a Guard. I’ve gotta do what’s right, and right now, with all this shit—Knox, the cartel—we need to hold off. Just a little.”
I pout, my body screaming in protest, every nerve alight with want.
“Daddy,” I whine, my voice soft but edged with sass. “You’re killing me here. You better not wait too long, or I might just find another hunky Guard to keep me company.”
His eyes flash, a mix of amusement and possessiveness, and before I can blink, Travis’s on his feet, scooping me up and tossing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
I squeal, laughing so hard my sides ache, my hands playfully smacking his back as he carries me toward the guest bedroom.
“Oh, you think you’re funny, Little?” Travis growls, his tone teasing but with that Daddy edge that makes my insides flutter. “No other Guards, you hear me? You’re mine.”
I giggle, my legs kicking lightly as he strides down the hall, Bean clutched in my arms. “
Yours,huh?” I say, my voice muffled against his shoulder. “Prove it, Daddy.”
Travis chuckles, the sound vibrating through me, and gently sets me down on the bed, the soft mattress bouncing under me.
I look up at him, still laughing, my heart so full it feels like it might burst.
