Boss Daddy: A Secret Baby Romance by Black, L. (good books for high schoolers .TXT) 📕

I was pretty sure that was what she said. It was more mumbling and sleep snuffles than words. That was when I remembered there was a three-hour time difference and it was already late there.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep.”

“It’s okay. It’s fine,” she said, groaning.

“No, no. It’s okay. Go to sleep.” I hummed a little bit of a lullaby. “Good night.”

“Hannah, you are the worst lullaby singer ever. I’m awake. What’s going on?”

I told her about the fight with Jordan and that I was back at my house.

“I just don’t know what to do. Getting away from New York was about breaking out of that box they were trying to keep me in. Since leaving, I’ve realized I’m far too independent to deal with this nonsense. I can’t let him insist on babysitting me,” I said.

“Okay, I’m going to go ahead and stop you right there. You need to let that go. Right now. You’re being stalked by your ex. Stalked. Do you understand that Hannah? This isn’t just some guy being annoying, and it’s not Jordan controlling you. This could be a really dangerous situation, and Jordan is just trying to protect you. I know you’re sensitive to it because of everything you went through, but you need to stop judging everybody based on what other people have done. See him for what he’s really doing for you.

“Jordan cares about you. A lot. He might have gone off the deep end a little in the way he’s showing it, but wouldn’t you rather him take wanting to protect you a little too far rather than not caring if you were safe?”

It was really good advice, and I knew I couldn’t just let things hang with Jordan. I needed to talk to him before he left town.

“Thank you, Samantha.”

I ended the call and called Jordan as I headed for the door so I could head back to his house. As I stepped toward it, I heard a phone ringing on the other side. I opened it and found Jordan standing on the porch. He answered the phone and held it up to his ear while he looked me in the eyes.

“Can I call you back? I’m kind of busy right now. I’m trying to say I’m sorry for being an ass.” He held up a bottle. “I brought wine.”

I reached out and grabbed Jordan by the front of the shirt, pulling him into the house. He tossed his phone onto the couch as I wrapped myself around him, catching his mouth with mine. Our tongues tangling and our hands starting to pull at each other’s clothes, we made our way to my room.

We kissed the entire way to the bedroom, and he lifted me off my feet to carry me when we got to the hall. I giggled as we made it into the room, and he shut the door behind him. Grabbing his shirt, I pulled him over to the bed, and he sat down on the edge of it. I dipped my head again to kiss him and grabbed the hem of my shirt to pull it up. It was a tight tank top that I wore often when I cleaned, and there was no need for a bra. So, when it came up and off my head, my breasts spilled out, and Jordan dove his face between them.

His tongue swirled over my nipples, bringing them taut while I untied the sweatpants cord and dropped them to the ground. His fingers wrapped around the fabric of my white cotton panties and yanked them down, too, and I kicked my clothes away. Before my leg could make it all the way back down, Jordan grabbed it and sat it beside him on the bed. I leaned my head back as he began to move his lips down my stomach and to my core.

A sharp breath escaped my lips as his strong, talented tongue made its way through my folds and to my clit. I let my head rock back and my eyes close as he teased it and slid one thick finger inside my pussy. His other hand rose up to grasp my breast, and I grabbed one finger to stick in my mouth. I sucked on his finger as he licked me, and I could feel the climax building. Suddenly, like a wave, it crashed over me, and I bucked into his mouth as my body convulsed.

When my legs stopped shaking, I let the one on the bed drop back to the floor and knelt in front of him. He stood up to get his pants off, and I pulled his boxers away greedily. Immediately, I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him. One hand went to his balls and massaged them while the other stroked him into my mouth. He groaned deeply, and I felt one of his hands reach behind my head to guide me in slow, deep motions.

I felt his head brush the back of my throat and tried to relax. His cock was massive and filling, and I relished in pleasing him. But I needed more. I needed him inside me. I stood and pulled off his shirt so that he was as naked as I was. Pressing onto his chest, I gently pushed him and he dropped back onto the bed, his cock standing straight and long. I crawled up him, sinking my mouth over him one last time before continuing to make my way up and letting his staff slide between my breasts as well.

Finally, I was straddling him, and he pulled me with him until his back was against the wall, sitting up. I settled over his cock and gasped as he filled me. He stretched my walls until I accommodated him, and I began a slow, rocking motion. Jordan grasped my ass and squeezed each time I rocked forward, and he took my nipples into his mouth