Daddy Boss (A Boss Romance Love Story)

by Bishop, Claire

  “Let me show you how much I missed you,” I said, and trailed kisses toward her thighs. She squirmed beneath my touch as I grew closer.

  “Let me show you how much you mean to me,” I whispered against her skin. Her fingers massaged the top of my head and across my shoulders. She moaned my name, and I wanted to hear more of it.

  “Let me make you feel how you make me feel,” I said, and my head slipped in between her thighs.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Everly

  His tongue dipped into my mound as I moaned his name. He tasted me, swallowing my juices and coming back for more. I rolled my head as he found a rhythm and continued, and in his own words, made me feel how I made him feel.

  “Maddox.” I breathed his name. He seemed to enjoy that, and he crawled up my body and had me repeat his name as I tasted my own sweet juices on his lips.

  “Say it again,” he whispered, and pulled my body against his. I felt his thick member in between my thighs, and I pressed against it, grinding to soothe my own ache as I said his name against his skin. I decided to return the favor, and pushed him onto his back. He complied; it seemed that I’d have the power as long as his name was on my lips.

  I leaned down until his rod was just below my lips. I looked up, and our eyes met. His gray eyes were locked on mine as I opened my mouth and covered his broad tip with my lips. I lingered there a moment, nursing hard to encourage a taste as my tongue teased his slit. Then I slid down, relaxing my throat to take him deeper. His head fell backward as my tongue flicked around the base toward his heavy sac, which I palmed and kneaded, cupping the weight of them as I pulled back, tight-lipping my way to the tip to milk him.

  His hands clenched the bed sheets as he moaned my own name, as a taste of his salt hit my tongue. I understood why he seemed to unravel at the sound of his name, and my ache grew, causing me to quiver.

  It didn’t seem I spent much time taking care of him before his hands slipped beneath my arms and he pulled me toward him.

  “Let me taste you,” he said, and kissed me. It was passionate and deep, a kiss not of pleasure or desire but of something more sincere and caring. One of his hands cupped my breast, and the other, my ass, as he deepened the kiss. I was already wet before, but I knew I would be covering his body in my juices soon enough.

  Everything about his movements was slow and deliberate, as if he’d spent plenty of time this past week imagining every little thing he would do to me. I knew I had spent the week with the same thoughts. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin and running over the stubble on his chin. His body reacted to mine until he was long and thick, but even then, he wouldn’t give in to pleasure.

  Instead, he flipped over so that I was lying on my back and he was on top. His lips trailed down my chin, past my neck, and across my chest until he was at my breasts. He took his time licking the edges of each nipple, making my head dizzy with desire and my thighs soaked in my own liquid.

  “I wanted this so bad,” he said. “I needed you so bad.”

  “Did you think about me late at night?” I asked, a near mimic of our time in Las Vegas. “Did you imagine fucking me like you did over the Strip?” But Maddox shook his head as he took turns sucking on my breasts. His hand cupped my sex as he leaned over me, his lips inches from mine.

  “I don’t want to fuck you,” he said. “I want to make love to you.” He kissed me, and finally, I felt the very tip of him press against my entrance.

  I moaned, spreading my thighs, and hooked my ankles around him as I begged for more. He was slow though, and instead of pushing inside of me like he once had, he teased my entrance until it was soaked.

  “You could slide it inside easily,” I said. He answered by pressing it against me harder. I couldn’t take any more; I needed him.

  His hips moved against mine as he entered me, the entirety of his length buried deep within me. We both gasped, but instead of moving in and out as he usually did, he stopped and enjoyed the sensation.

  The warmth of his body enveloped me. The strength of his muscles flexed as he leaned over me and slowly started to move inside of me. I moved my hips to meet his, my eyes fluttering as his thick rod filled me.

  He kissed me again, and pressed his lips hard against mine as he continued to make love to me. I hadn’t ever felt such an intimate connection before, as if we both could feel each other’s senses. Pressure began to build low in my belly, a warmth that was slowly spreading across my body toward my head. Maddox was beginning to quicken his pace ever so slightly. His hands cupped my cheek, and our eyes met in a locked gaze as both of our mouths opened in a silent moan full of pure, intense pleasure.

  I found my release first, and I cried in his hands as my body shuddered beneath his touch. He continued rocking back and forth into me until his release arrived, and I felt a warmth enter my body as he filled me up, one hand sliding up and squeezing the edges of my hair as his hips buckled into mine.

  He rested, his member still inside of me, as we both struggled to take deep breaths. Finally, after what felt like an hour, he pulled away and collapsed beside me. My hair had fallen in a wild mess around my shoulders, and his fingers slowly played within the tangled strands. I curled up against his body, enjoying the warmth and comfort that he offered, never wanting to be apart from him again.

  “I almost feel like I should thank you,” I said. “That’s silly, isn’t it?”

  “Very silly,” he said behind me. A hand slid around my waist. “But you’re welcome, anyway.” We both laughed.

  “Should we get up?” I asked. “Or at least get dressed, just in case?” I couldn’t imagine a repeat of our first time together, especially not after everything that’d happened. Maddox’s stubble brushed against his pillow as he shook his head.

  “Abby’s staying over at Nick’s for the night,” he said and tightened his hold around my waist. “And you need to stay right where you are.”

  “I can do that,” I said, already fighting to keep my eyes open. “I’ll stay right here.”

  I fell asleep in Maddox’s arms, his calm breathing a lullaby to my revolving thoughts.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Maddox

  Everly was still in my arms when I woke the following morning. She was sleeping still, and I took the opportunity to admire her flawless skin. The light dust of freckles across her cheeks, her thick eyelashes that I was tempted to brush, and even the pink lips that I wanted to kiss every morning for the rest of my life. She was even more beautiful in the early morning, and I wasn’t at all surprised in the least by it.

  There was no doubt in my mind what my feelings were at this point. It was more than a physical or mental attraction; it was more than anything I’d ever felt. Everly completed me, whether she knew it or not, and I was determined not to screw it up.

  Her face scrunched as she started to wake.

  “Good morning,” I said. She blinked once, then twice, before finally looking at me with eyes that seemed greener in the morning sun.

  “It’s so bright,” she said and held up a hand to her eyes. I had forgotten to close the blinds in the midst of our night together, which was a mistake, as my room faced the sun in the morning.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m used to Abby waking me up before the sun even rises. I forgot how bright this room gets.”

  Everly rubbed her eyes and looked around. I wondered if she was recalling the night before, and as a faint blush mixed with the freckles on her cheeks, I grinned.

  “Do you need me to remind you of anything?” I asked and scooted her body closer to mine. It reacted instantly, and I felt her thighs clench as I pressed my hips against hers.

  “I think there’s one or two blank spots in my memory,” she said, and I kissed her. She climbed on top of me and pressed down on my shoulders.

  “You did all the work last night,” she said.

  “So, you remember that at least,” I teased. She bit her lip and playfully smac
ked my arm. My hands gripped her waist, and soon the bed was rocking back and forth as Everly took control of the situation. It was heaven inside of her, and I never wanted this time to end.

  We took a shower afterward and spent a long moment standing beneath the triple heads pouring steaming water with Everly in my arms. I ran my hands over her soft flesh and kissed her bare shoulders.

  “Let’s go back to bed,” she suggested. She pressed her tight ass against my cock, and it stirred, wanting to gain entrance.

  “It’s tempting,” I said. “But I should make breakfast. Nick would starve if I didn’t send some over before noon.”

  “Sounds like my sister,” she said. “Sometimes I wonder if she would ever eat if it weren’t for me.”

  “What did they do the weekend we were gone?” I wondered.

  “Lots and lots of takeout?” Everly asked. I agreed.

  Still, even as we both knew we didn’t have the entire day to ourselves, we took our time in the shower exploring each other’s bodies. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, and she didn’t seem to mind. The hot water eventually turned lukewarm as I pushed her body against the glass door and lifted her beneath her legs. She straddled my hips, and we both moaned as I pushed inside of her once again.

  We finished, and had to take another shower to clean ourselves.

  Finally we prepared breakfast together, an assortment of crepes with several delicious fillings. Some savory, most sweet. Everly seemed to have a bigger sweet tooth than I expected.

  We sat at the breakfast table and started eating.

  “So, I guess now it wouldn’t be that weird if I took up your mom’s offer,” She said.

  “Oh, the Broadway show?” I asked and she nodded. “She’s going to be so happy. She still asks about you; I’ll let her know later today. She might be the one person who’s actively trying to find Abby a mother.” I hesitated. “I mean, not that that’s the only reason why she likes you, of course. I think it just helps that Abby likes you. My mom is sort of overprotective of her anyways, especially after what happened.”

  “So, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Everly started. I sat my fork down. “What happened with Abby’s mother?”

  I smiled softly. I knew it was a conversation we were bound to have; still, there was a part of me that was terrified Everly would leave as soon as she found out the truth.

  “Her name was Chelsea,” I said, hating the name on my lips. “I wish I could say we were stupidly in love and made mistake after mistake until eventually life separated us, but the truth is that it’s not a romantic story at all.” I glanced at Everly; she was intimately focused on her peanut butter and banana crepe. “It was a one-night stand that I can’t even remember. We met in the bathroom of a club, and nearly two years later met again in front of my house. Only this time, she had a picture with her of a little blonde-haired, blue-eyed baby.” I could still picture the very moment that I saw her, her wide eyes staring up at me with pure adoration.

  “Abby,” Everly whispered and I nodded.

  “At first, I was worried that she wanted to be a family.” I laughed. “Can you believe that? I was worried that she wanted a family. But then it was obvious that she just wanted someone to support her and Abby, and at the time I was in the middle of opening Alaskan Way, so I paid her off. A couple million, and in exchange she would never bother me again or force me to spend time with the baby. Of course, at that time I only considered it a baby, not my baby. Not Abby.”

  I paused and took a bite of my crepe. It was flaky and chewy at the same time, and I wondered how it would taste with a homemade hazelnut chocolate spread.

  “And then?” Everly gently asked. I realized I had been daydreaming about the crepe instead of planning the words in my head.

  “And then one day, after getting lunch with Nick, I arrived home to find a baby at the foot of my door, and a note saying she couldn’t do it anymore. I never heard from her again.”

  Everly’s jaw dropped, but she quickly recovered.

  “What a bitch,” she muttered. I laughed and agreed. Of course, I had called Chelsea plenty of worse names in the previous years.

  “She abandoned Abby, and I’ll be honest, I hated Chelsea for the longest time. I hated her for forcing a kid on me, especially one that I never wanted. I didn’t have time for kids, I had sworn them off years ago. But over time, I grew to be thankful that Chelsea left. I can’t imagine my life without Abby, and if Chelsea hadn’t run off, I’m not sure if I would have manned up and taken responsibility for her,” I said. Everly was smiling at me, and I realized I was playing with the tablecloth. A nervous habit, I supposed. “Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had Chelsea stayed, actually tried to be a family. If maybe that would have been best for Abby.”

  Everly stood from her seat and walked toward me. Her hair was still damp from our shower, and she smelled like my shampoo. She sat on my lap and placed my head in between her hands.

  “Maddox, anyone who took the chance to get to know you would be crazy to walk away. If Chelsea left you, then she’s stupid,” she said, her green eyes as serious as Abby’s had been when she said the same words.

  “Thanks,” I said. “So, you’re not itching to run away, then?” She frowned.

  “What? Why would I do that?”

  I shrugged. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel after learning the truth about Abby’s mother.”

  “Honestly, if anything it makes me feel better. This whole time I was picturing Abby’s mom as some rich and famous supermodel who was busy touring the world, but was planning on coming back one day to complete your family. Knowing she’s just a gold digging bitch makes her less of a threat now.” Everly smiled. I chuckled and kissed her.

  “No one compares to you,” I said. “Are you busy this weekend?”

  She tilted her head. “I don’t think so, why?”

  “I’m taking Abby on her first trip to an amusement park. I was hoping you’d go.” I held my breath and waited for her answer.

  “Can my sister and niece tag along?” she asked. I nodded. It was a wonderful idea.

  “Abby would love that. She needs kids around her age,” I said. “So that’s a yes?”

  “Yeah, we’ll go.” Everly kissed me on the cheek. “But I don’t do Ferris wheels or anything that goes upside down; just a head’s up.”

  “Oh, but I thought I gave you the courage to do things you couldn’t do before?” I teased her. She rolled her eyes and shoved my arm.

  “Don’t be an ass,” she said and kissed me.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Everly

  I watched with a grin as Lacey struggled to get Belle in a thick, unfashionable jacket.

  “Mom, no one else is going to be wearing this,” she argued. Lacey groaned in frustration and gave Belle her best mom look. I yawned. It was barely 7 in the morning on a Saturday, and any other Saturday I would have been lost in a deep sleep still.

  “Belle Winters, get this jacket on right now, or you’re not going to the amusement park today,” she demanded.

  “Everly isn’t wearing a coat,” Belle said and pointed at my striped sweater. I shrugged; she wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t as cold as it usually was this time of the year, and I wanted to savor the weather.

  “Well, Everly can just catch a cold and die from a fever,” Lacey said. “I’m wearing a coat too, see?” She gestured at the ugly brown leather jacket.

  Apparently, Belle had been self-conscious all week after hearing that she would be spending the day with Maddox and Abby. It was endearing; Belle didn’t have many friends, and she was nervous about meeting another child. She almost never acted up, so she must have been even more nervous.

  “Belle, Abby is probably going to be wearing a thick coat, too,” I said. Belle looked at me.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Yeah, Maddox is super overprotective, and Abby doesn’t like her coat, either. But I think if you wore yours, she would feel better about hers.” I gave an
encouraging shrug. “What do you think?”

  Belle glanced at the thick coat in her mom’s arms. “I’ll wear it, but only to make Abby comfortable,” she said.

  “Thank you.” Lacey mouthed as she helped Belle slip it on. “Can you put the dishes away? Maddox and Abby will be here soon.”

  “I can do the dishes,” I said. “It’s my apartment.”

  “Shush,” Lacey said as Belle started bringing our breakfast plates to the sink. “This is the best part about kids. You’ll learn soon.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me,” Lacey said. She was staring as Belle cleaned the dishes. A teardrop appeared in the corner of Lacey’s eyes, and she wiped it away. “They’re not for everyone, and I’ve never once judged you for not wanting to have children.” She paused and tilted her head to the side. “As long as you were certain, and wouldn’t grow up regretting your decision, then I would have gladly accepted it.”

  “I know,” I said. “I’ve never had to worry about you judging me, Lace.”

  “So it is awful of me to be so incredibly happy that you found this family?” She ran a hand through her dark hair, short and styled as always, and sat at the table. “I feel so selfish, because it’s not my life that’s about to change.”

  I sat across from her and covered her hand with mine.

  “That’s not true,” I said. “You’re my family, you and Belle. Which means that if I’m going to be a part of Maddox’s family, then you are too. If anything changes, it’ll change for all of us.”

  “I think I’m just worried for Belle,” Lacey said. “I don’t want her to get attached to anyone, not after my failed dating life.”

  “Your dating life isn’t a failure,” I argued. “And I think it’ll be good for Belle and Abby to meet. They might be seeing a lot more of each other in the future.”

  “I just hope she drops this whole diva act soon,” Lacey said and glanced at Belle. “She’s still a sweet angel 95 percent of the time, but that 5 percent? God, if this is a teaser for her teenage years, I might let Maddox adopt her.”