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SHE’S THE BOSS’S DAUGHTER
NATHAN
Sharing a hotel room with Karina must have been the worst idea I ever agreed to in years. What the hell was I thinking? Sleep.
After an entire weekend in New York and barely getting any shuteye, that was all I wanted. But sleep was no longer a thought as I tore my gaze from the woman pulling off her clothes. This was going to be far more difficult than the only time I slept beside her.
There was just something about her. More than her physical beauty… not that I could cross it off the list of reasons. Karina kept a conversation even when I made it uncomfortable. She paid attention to the shifts in my mood, and as we both said before, it was a learning process. She was getting to know me. Even though she hated me weeks ago, and even though I still didn’t tell her everything about myself, she seemed to understand me.
And in a way, I was learning about her too.
Standing a foot away from the bed, I listened to the springs move as she sat down. “I thought sleeping in your underwear was just a drunk thing?” I asked her, trying not to look.
She sighed, “It’s comfortable, you should try it sometime.”
I used to do it all the time until a few years back when someone broke into the house. Trying to get the culprit while putting pants on only made me slower. “Doesn’t make it easy for me to run out the door if something were to happen.”
“Then don’t run out the door.”
“Are you under the covers so I can turn around?” I asked her, changing the subject.
She chuckled. “You know I don’t care if you see me in my underwear, right? Many people have.”
Yes, I was more than aware that other people have seen her in underwear. Even I saw her modeling photos, but... “There’s a difference. You’re not wearing a bra.”
“Did you do this the last time we went to bed together?”
I thought back to that night, when the light peering through the window flashing across her confused face and the strap of her bra. “No,” I said, “You were still wearing it when you turned around in a fit.”
“You rejected me, and I was drunk, so yeah, I was upset.”
Oh yes, how could I forget that she was drunk? Her breath smelled like a bar that night, and the feel of her hands haunted my body for weeks after that, as did her kiss. And now... I had her in a similar position. Only this time, she wasn’t drunk, and we weren’t at the mansion.
“Which is why I said no,” I reminded her.
The bed squeaked, and her footsteps dragged across the floor. My body froze, feeling her presence close to me. The warmth of her hand melted the tension in my shoulder.
“And if I wasn’t?” She questioned in a low, seductive voice.
I didn’t dare look back, because if I did, I knew I was done for. I’d cave in and devour those lips I kept sneaking peeks at every time she spoke to me.
She’s the boss’s daughter. She’s the boss’s daughter.
I repeated it like a broken record player, stuck on one line. I had to be strong, even if I was a weak-ass piece of shit.
Reaching over, I brushed her hand gently off my shoulder. “I’d still say no.”
“Due to your job or because you were raised right?”
Honestly, it was a bit of both, adding the whole complications of a relationship or anything near that line into the equation. “Are you that interested in me touching you?”
“I’m curious. You seemed a little tempted before, but you stopped that night because I was drunk.” Karina circled me; her other hand wrapped around my shoulders. She slid them up and locked her fingers behind my neck, forcing me to look at her. “If I wasn’t, would you have been even more tempted and gone along with it?”
I tried to keep my focus on her face and not the shape of her breast below my line of vision. I slid my hand over her waist, keeping a good amount of distance between her naked body. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. “If I say yes, will you stop torturing me?”
I felt her shrug. “Maybe. It’s kind of funny. You said you were going to get me back for that lap dance.”
Oh, she heard that. “Yeah, but I meant by bothering you, not seducing you.”
“Is this torture for you?” She asked, her body shaking as she let out a chuckle. “It seems like you actually might like it, but are fighting with yourself.”
I scoffed, opening my eyes. That’s exactly what it was. But she wanted to play games. That was fine. I could play too.
I pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. Still, I tried to ignore her chest poking me, though I was sure she could feel something poking back at her. I leaned forward, brushing my lips close to her ear. “Do you really want to find that out, Karina?”
Her breath hitched as she tensed under my fingertips, dropping her hands from around my neck.Good, at least she seemed to know how I felt.
I pulled away, locking my eyes with hers, but she kept her gaze low. I drew my hand from her waist and tipped her chin up with a finger.
My thumb brushed against her soft lips and I couldn’t help but wonder how they would look wrapped around me. With that thought, I instantly lowered my thumb back down to the others, at her chin.
Suddenly, her eyes met with mine. There was a fit of uncertainty mixed with deep, burning desire and I was more than certain it matched that of my own.
Boss’s daughter. Boss’s daughter.
Who the hell was I kidding? That wasn’t working one bit. I didn’t care if she was Mr. Vasiliev’s daughter. I’ve dreamt of this moment countless times and now it was right in front of me.
Even so, I couldn’t help the gnawing voice in the back of my head, telling me I was in a dangerous situation, and if I didn’t get out of it soon, I was going to be fucked.
Hell, I was already fucked. No matter what I did. The only difference was that I’d either let things get out of hand and be killed after, stop and hurt her by denying her for the second time, then get murdered after, or perish at the hands of blue balls.
Either way, I was going to die.
But before I could even decide, her lips brushed against mine and I lost all control. Pressing deeper into the kiss, I explored her mouth. She tasted just like a blue punch SweetTart, a combination of dangerously sweet and delightfully tart. My hand found its way back to her hips, bringing her closer, if that was even a possibility. Her fingers slid their way into my hair, keeping my lips locked with hers.
I couldn’t stop, move away, or even think clearly. The only thing in my mind was her, and fulfilling whatever desire she wanted. And I planned on doing so, but she tore herself from me.
My eyes opened, unaware of when they had even closed in the first place. We panted in unison. The taste of her lips lingered on mine.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” she spoke between breaths.
At least we were on the same page... yet, I reached over and took her hand, pulling her back into me. “And I really shouldn’t be doing this.”
I bent down and lifted her from the back of her legs. Instantly, they wrapped around my waist as her hands came back to my shoulders.
“Nathan,” she gasped.
I smiled, capturing her lips, craving to hear more than her just gasping my name.
