How long has it been since I touched a man like this? Over a year, at least, longer even. I haven’t felt safe with a man since the night I was almost killed, but Dean…
All I want with him ismore.
There’s so much danger in that, so much unknown, and still, despite the swirling anxiety and the obvious risk, I keep running headfirst for it. My fingers toy with the knot of his towel, it wouldn’t take much to undo it, and he isn’t moving, he isn’t stopping me.
“Don’t do something you may regret,” He rasps, dark eyes opening once again and immediately finding mine.
“Should I stop?” I whisper.
“That’s the last thing I want you to do, Butterfly,” He declares.
A tremor works through me, and any hesitance leaves with it. I have to start living again, start moving on instead of remaining in a nightmare. What better way to start than riding my boss?
A giggle works out of me at the thought.
“It does nothing for the ego when a woman laughs while undressing a man,” He scolds lightly.
I attempt to flatten my smile, “Sorry.”
“Is this what you want?” He asks earnestly.
I open my mouth to tell him yes, but a loud cry blares through the room, a little staticky but clear, nonetheless.
Shit! Lily!
I’m scrambling from the bed in the next second, any thoughts about fucking my boss gone as I sprint for the door. I would have been up by now if I hadn’t been distracted by Dean, had a bottle waiting for her. I don’t usually do the early morning feeds or get her ready for the day, but I’m here tohelphim, notfuckhim!
God! I’m awful.
The door swings open roughly, and I’m across the room in the next blink, reaching into the crib for her.
“Hey sweet girl,” I start to rock her, “It’s okay, are you hungry?”
She continues to cry.
“I know, I’m sorry,” I coo to her, “I’m so sorry.”
I spin to exit the room, finding Dean in the doorway. He’s dressed in a pair of gray sweats, torso bare, and the bar through his nipple glints in the early morning light. Not sure I would have ever seen the man having a nipple piercing, but there’s something undeniably sexy about it. He seems so clean cut, so put together that a nipple piercing looks out of sorts.
He isn’t wearing his glasses, and there’s a lock of hair that sticks up like a horn on one side of his head.
Shit.
There it is again.
Getting distracted by him when I’m here to do a job. I wouldn’t even be mad if he decided to fire me after all.
“I didn’t ask you to stay to be at our beck and call, Sloane,” His voice is soft.
I ignore the statement and step around him, heading for the stairs now that Lily has stopped crying. She still isn’t happy, but as soon as I feed her and get her changed, I’m sure she’ll be the bright little girl she usually is in the morning.
“I should have been up already anyway,” I tell him as I take the stairs. “I never should have let that happen.”
“Which part?” He follows behind me.
“All of it,” I swallow the thickness in my throat. Lies. All lies.
I haven’t slept that well in months, haven’t felt safe enough to do so. Haven’t felt safe enough to even be alone with a man.
