Page 6 of Power Play Daddies

He laughs. “Classic. I’m more of a ‘Friends in Low Places’ guy.”

“Predictable.”

“Says the woman who picked Gloria Gaynor.”

We keep trading jabs, his grin getting wider with every comeback. When the bartender comes by, he orders us a round of shots.

“To surviving bad karaoke,” he says, raising his glass.

“To surviving this night,” I counter, and we knock them back.

As the night goes on, the conversation gets more playful, the touches more deliberate—a hand on my knee, his fingers brushing mine as he passes me a napkin.

“You’re trouble,” he says, his voice dropping.

“Me? You’re the one buying the shots,” I shoot back, grinning.

He leans in, his blue eyes locking on mine. “Fair point.”

By the time last call rolls around, we’re leaning into each other, his arm draped casually over the back of my stool.

“I should get us an Uber,” he says, pulling out his phone.

“Us?”

“You don’t think I’m letting you walk home, do you?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Chivalrous for a guy who just dared me to take two tequila shots in a row.”

He laughs, tapping on his phone. “Come on, Trouble. Let’s get out of here.”

Moments later, we slide into the backseat of the Uber, and before I can say anything, he turns to me.

“I’ve been dying to do this,” he murmurs, and then his lips are on mine.

The kiss is slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. His hand slips to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I melt into him.

“God, you’re dangerous,” he mutters, his lips brushing against my jaw.

I laugh softly, my hands sliding up his chest. “You started it.”

He groans and pulls me into his lap. His hands grip my thighs as he kisses me like he’s got nowhere else to be.

“Come home with me,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

“Yes.”

It’s not even a question.

CHAPTER TWO

Beau

She’s beside me,her heels tapping against the marble floor as she joins me at my door.

Those red curls catch the light, and I’m still wondering how the hell I got this lucky tonight. She’s in slacks and heels—clearly coming from work—but she’s still a showstopper.

“You gonna let me in or are we just loitering out here?” she teases, one brow arched.