Page 72 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

“Yeah, come on this dick.”

“I’m…I’m…mmmm!”

“This pussy so fucking good. Fuuuuck!”

We reached our climax together.

Princeton leaned over me as we both struggled to catch our breath. Sweat covered our bodies. It was so hot, it felt like somebody had turned the AC off.

I looked back at him and smiled.

He pulled out, but his entire expression suddenly changed.

“Oh, shit.”

“What?”

There was a pause as I turned to face him.

“The fucking condom popped.”

My smile immediately disappeared. “What?”

Before I could say anything else, gunshots rang out.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

I screamed as the windows shattered.

“Get the fuck down!”

PB immediately jumped on top of me, using his body to shield mine as glass flew throughout the office.

We fell to the floor.

He scrambled around, searching for his gun. As soon as he found it, he took off the safety, aimed, and started bussing back.

I screamed even louder as more shots tore through the office.

“PB!”

He continued firing.

Then, a sharp pain ripped through my arm.

“PB!”

He looked back at me.

“I…” I pressed my hand over the burning spot. When I pulled it away, my palm was covered in blood. “I think I got shot.”

“Fuck!”

The kids were asleep.

After swimming all afternoon, everybody was dog-tired, including me. So much had happened over the past couple of days, and the lack of sleep was definitely catching up with me.

Once I got Summer and King settled into bed, one of the security guards drove Oaklynn and me over to the guesthouse on the golf cart. My baby was knocked out in my arms the entire ride.