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Fuck me.

All night I’ve been trying to reconcile the man who wants rules and control with the man who quietly opens my water bottle for me, and now he’s standing in front of me with his collar open and his sleeves still perfectly buttoned at his wrists.

Duncan comes closer. “You can use the guest room if that’s what you want.” He stops in front of me, close enough that I have to tip my head back. “But I want you here.”

I catch the loosened ends of his tie and pull him down until his mouth is inches from mine. “Then maybe you should convince me, Daddy.”

His hand closes around the back of my neck.

“This is where you belong.”

Then he kisses me.

Chapter 25 Duncan

Nash pulls me down by my tie, and the second his mouth meets mine, everything else from tonight disappears. Kieran, Alessia, Justin, the photographer—all of it can wait. Nash is in my bedroom because he chose to come here with me, his fingers still wrapped around my tie as he kisses me like he has no intention of stopping, and right now he’s the only thing I want to think about.

My hands slide beneath his shirt and follow the warm skin of his back before I pull the fabric over his head. He immediately goes after mine, shoving it from my shoulders and dropping it beside his. The moment our bare chests meet, he makes a quiet sound into my mouth and presses closer. I hook my hands beneath his thighs and lift him, earning a startled squeak before his arms circle my neck and his legs lock around my waist.

I pull my mouth away just enough to look at him. “Did you just squeak?”

“You heard nothing.” His eyes narrow in warning, but I’m already smiling when I kiss him again and carry him into the bathroom. He’s laughing against my mouth by the time I set him on the marble counter, then his hands go straight to my belt while mine work on his jeans. For a while, there’s no order to any of it. We keep getting in each other’s way because neither of us wants to stop kissing long enough to actually get undressed.

By the time I turn on the shower, our clothes are scattered across the bathroom floor. Nash’s hot-pink panties are the last thing he removes, and when he catches me looking at them, one eyebrow lifts. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

I take the panties from his hand and drop them with the rest of his clothes. “Get in the shower, brat.”

His grin tells me he heard everything I didn’t say. Steam begins to fill the enclosure while I adjust the water, but when I turn around, Nash hasn’t moved. His eyes travel slowly over me, lingering everywhere they please before finally returning to my face.

“Fuck, Daddy. Your body is insane.”

I’m forty-six years old. I’ve spent decades training, fighting and keeping myself in shape, but the way Nash looks at me makes me more aware of my body than I’ve been in years. There’s nothing subtle about the hunger on his face, and I like knowing I put it there. I hold out my hand. “Come here.”

Nash steps under the water with me, and I back him beneath the spray before taking his mouth again. His wet hair curls around my fingers when I grip the back of his head, and his body slides against mine, warm water running between us as his arms circle my neck. His cock presses against my stomach every time he moves, but neither of us seems in any hurry to take this somewhere else. After everything that happened tonight, having him naked in my arms without an argument between us is enough to keep me right where I am.

Eventually, Nash turns and reaches for the bottle on the shelf. He looks at the label, then starts laughing. “You use a three-in-one body wash.”

“And?”

“Shampoo, conditioner and body wash. All in one bottle.” He turns it around as though he expects to find an explanation on the back. “You’re a billionaire, Daddy. You can afford separate products.”

“It works.”

“That is such a straight-man answer.”

“I prefer simple.”

“I’ve noticed.” He pours some into his palm, still smiling, and I expect him to start washing himself. Instead, he turns toward me and places both hands on my chest.

The teasing fades as his palms move over my skin. He works the soap across my chest and shoulders, then down my arms before returning to my stomach. There’s nothing sexual about the way he touches me now, even though we’re both naked and his body is inches from mine. He’s simply taking care of me, and I can’t remember the last time anyone did something like this without wanting something in return.

I watch his hands move over me before looking at his face. Nash is humming quietly under his breath, completely unconcerned by whatever is happening inside my head. When he notices me staring, his hands slow. “What?”

I shake my head and take the bottle from him. “Turn around.”