My brain spirals. No. There’s no way Cain would just walk in on me showering. Right?
He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Maybe Rhiannon took it?
And then, the voice that follows makes my stomach drop.
Chapter 34: Rosie
“Hey, Rosie girl, it’s your dad. Sorry if I scared you.”?
Myfather.
My freakingfatheris standing just outside of my bathroom right now while I’m in the middle of taking the best dick I’ve ever had in my life from the guy who is paying him to get his case dropped.
Boone’s hand flies to my mouth, clamping it shut at the exact moment I let loose a soft scream. His brown eyes are wide when he shakes his head firmly and mouthsDon’t do it.
He was wise to do that because I'm five seconds away from losing it. His other arm tightens under my ass, keeping me pinned against the wall, suspended in midair with his cock still buried deep inside me.
“I’m sorry to interrupt while you’re in the shower,” my dad continues casually, as if he hasn’t just detonated a bomb in my bathroom. A bomb carrying the fact that I’m in here being fucked by the guy he told not to touch me, or he'd fire him and ruin his career.
A freakingclient.Someone paying us to do a job.
“I know you gave me the key for emergencies only and probably never expected me to visit Brookhaven, but I came out to see baby Piper. Last-minute opening in my schedule and I haven't seen her in a while. Felt like I wasn't doing my grandfatherly duties. She’s getting big. I’m pretty sure she said Pop-Pop tonight,” he chuckles softly and it’s the first time I’ve heard this thread of affection in his voice when speaking about anyone.
I don’t respond, Boone’s hand’s still clamped over my mouth.
“This town is... quaint.”
Of course, he’d find something wrong with the small-town of Brookhaven where both of his kids have settled. My father has never lived anywhere but New York City in high-rise penthouses or Los Angeles when he first met and married my mom.
I close my eyes and take a second to collect myself. My tongue darts out, licking Boone’s palm to signal I’m okay. He raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe me but slowly removes it.
I nod, clear my throat, and summon every ounce of professional detachment I’ve ever learned from the man who is in here right now on the other side of the door.
“Hey, Dad,” I say, my voice wavering slightly. “Ha. Uh, kind of weird you’re in here while I’m trying to wash my hair. I’ll be finished soon if you want to wait to talk.”
“I know, I know,” he says, his tone annoyingly unbothered and totally casual. “I’ve only cracked the door an inch. I’m sorry for the intrusion, but I just needed to go over one quick thing with you about the case before I head to Hartford for the night.”
My throat feels bone dry. I clear it again, praying my lawyer-act voice holds steady for this painful discussion. “Sure, Dad. What can I help you with?”
It’s so good I even surprise myself how calm I sound. Boone raises a brow like he’s impressed.
“So,” he begins, completely oblivious to the very naked man that's still pinning me against the shower wall, “I met with the PR team right before I left the city.”
“Okay…” I trail off, trying to sound casual, even as Boone’s glare burns holes into my skull. He’s still holding me, still rock-hard inside me which is impressive given my dad’s a real boner killer normally. Neither of us has a clue how to fix this disaster.
“They’ve got this great angle planned,” my dad continues excitedly. “Boone’s going to publicly say he wants to keep playing hockey, try to get his contract renewed which seems promising based on conversations I’ve had with Caleb King, and you’re pushing for him to quit and start a family. Brilliant strategy, by the way. It was a great idea that you gave the firm. A perfect way to tie in what happened with his ex for your breakup story. Really paints him as still dedicated to the sport and not his wife or future family.”
His words hit me like a slap, my eyes widening instantly. I sent that message to our PR team before I ever knew Boone. Before we were friends. Before we became… this.
I hadn’t thought about whether that was still the angle they planned to take. I’ve been so caught up in my other cases and public appearances with him, that I completely forgot I’d even provided that suggestion months ago.
But one look at Boone’s face tells me I’ve miscalculated everything. Whatever I thought was the right move, wasn’t. Because now that he’s told me the truth. That him wanting to continue with the Mayhem while she wanted him to quitwasn’tthe reason he and Anastasia broke up; it makes this whole thing look like I never believed him.
That I’m using his past to punish him… again.
Anger flashes in his dark eyes, his jaw tightening. His hands flex on me, and for a second, I think he’s about to drop me. But instead, he pulls his hips back and then slams forward with a force so firm it has me gasping and wincing when his wide cock stretches me.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out. My fingers dig into his strong shoulders as his gaze locks onto mine, daring me to explain myself.
