So Bad (Bad Boy Next Door #1)

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I’ll distract them and you can sneak out the back.”
    Danny steps into the other room and turns on the water. He
grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom, pushing the door closed with his
foot. “Come on. You can’t go anywhere until I go downstairs anyway. You might
as well shower with me.”
    I frown as he pulls the T-shirt over my head.
    “Son?” David’s voice bleeds through the door.
    My arm clamps over my breasts, and my eyes go wide. I yank
the shirt from Danny’s hands.
    He shakes his head and mouths fuck . “Gimme a sec,
Dad.”
    “ Now , Danny.”
    Danny wraps a towel around his waist.
    He pushes me into the shower. Shorts, shirt, and all.
    Great. Now I’m soaked and trapped.

SEVEN

    I step out of the bathroom. Dad has Mo’s ripped panties
hanging off the end of his fucking finger. His mouth forms a hard line and his
brows are knit.
    I snatch the scrap of lace from his hand. “Thanks.”
    “You know how we feel about you bringing girls into this
house.”
    I nod. My gut roils with a mixture of fear and anger. “Yes.
I believe I do. I appreciate the reminder though.”
    He props his hands on his waist. “Danny, your escapades
affect this entire family. My entire organization. The ministry.”
    “Fuck the ministry. What you really mean is your bank
account. Don’t you always tell me how important it is to be honest? At least be
honest with your son, Pops.”
    He goes red in the face and points at me. “Do I need to
remind you that you have good reason to behave yourself? Would hate to have
your Trust compromised in some way, wouldn’t you?”
    I cross my arms. “Yeah, whatever, Dad. Only a complete
asshole controls his family with money that’s rightfully theirs. But that’s how
you roll.”
    “Just keep yourself in line.” He turns to leave, but stops
at the door. “Have you seen Mo? Her car’s down at the guest house, but her
lights are all off.”
    Shit.
    I let out a huff. “I don’t know—maybe she went out or
something. I’m not exactly one of her best friends.”
    He stalks off down the hall. “And it better stay that way,
Danny. I deal with a lot from you, but I will not tolerate you going after
someone in my care. Keep yourself in line, or else.”
    Or else.
    I slam my door and lock it.
    Mo peeks through a crack at the bathroom door. I flex my
hands, trying to let out some of the tension in them.
    I wave her into the room. “He’s gone; it’s okay.”
    She comes out, wrapped in a towel, hot as hell, all wet and
fresh from the shower. “I’m done. I need dry clothes.”
    I grab another shirt and a pair of cotton boxers. “Mom won’t
expect me to come down. She knows I won’t after Dad and I argue, it upsets her
too much. She’s easily rattled—anyway, no telling where they are in the house now,
so you should probably just stay for a while and I’ll sneak you out after they
go to bed.”
    Mo shrugs, her mouth pulling into a frown. “Whatever.”
    I pull her to me and put my chin on top of her head as I
gather her closer. She fits perfectly in my arms. And I fit perfectly in her
pussy. The thought brings my erection back to life.
    Dragging her back to the bed, I fall, taking her with me.
“Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”
    She pushes me away. “I’m not having sex with you while your
parents are downstairs.”
    “Yes, you are.”
    Her eyes go wide. “No. I’m. Not.”
    I nip her bottom lip, biting just a bit harder than I
probably should. When I let go, I say, “ Yes , you are. There’s nothing
else for us to do. Why wouldn’t we?”
    She shakes her head. “Why would we? Your dad was just
up here. Who’s to say one of them won’t walk in on us?”
    “They won’t. Besides, I locked the door. It’s all good.”
    Mo rolls away from me, snatching my clothes from the foot of
the bed. She goes into the bathroom and closes the door without a sound.
    Shit. I finally decide to go after what I want, and I’m right
there—RIGHT

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