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“Go,” I added, “before I toss you over my shoulder and carry you out of here.” I took a breath, only smelling her. “One more second, and I won’t be able to stop myself.” I ground my teeth into my lip, her gaze taunting me, building this tease. “Sydney … go.”
I’d melted when I saw the Best Dad Ever mug. That was nothing compared to this. Watching the two of them together—their love and interaction, the way they gazed at each other—was the most beautiful sight.
“Hurry, Daddy. We have to fix my hair. I want extra braids today. And lipstick.” “You’re not wearing lipstick. You’re four.”
No one was ever going to hurt my daughter again—at least, not if I could help it.
“You fucking texted her, didn’t you?” He laughed, shaking his head. “That’s why you have that grin on your face.” “Asshole.”
“Jesus,” Ford said as I climbed into his car, his stare covering the whole length of me. Each inch he rose, starting at my feet, caused tingles to burst in my chest. “You look stunning, Sydney.”
“Damn it,” he said, shaking his head, a slight moan coming from his throat before he leaned across the middle of the car. Rather than go for my lips, he went for my cheek. He kissed it softly, keeping his lips there, breathing me in.
My questions were accumulating. Where is Everly’s mom? Does she have a role in her life? What happened to the relationship between Ford and her? What is the cause of the emotion I’m seeing? Instead of asking any of those, I softly said, “She’s lucky to have you.” “Nah, Sydney.” He stilled, his voice so coarse. “I’m the lucky one to have her.” I melted.
She was close. I gave her several more thrusts, and the second I pulled out, replacing my fingers with my cock, she fucking screamed.
“I want you to think of this moment every time you sit down for breakfast,” I said and plunged inside her. “I want you to think of my fucking cock when you’re drinking coffee here.”
But I was in control. And this was my pussy.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do, Sydney?” He paused. “I’m in a position where I need to hire someone immediately. Hannah is at her wit’s end. Tops, I can squeeze a few more weeks out of her.” “And here comes the but.” He exhaled loudly. “The but is that I’ve been inside your body. I’ve made you come.” He glanced down my body, making me feel as though I were completely naked, as though he were inside me again. “I’m doing everything I can not to reach across this desk and make you come again.”
The two of them couldn’t be any more beautiful together, and her having my baby in her arms was certainly a sight I could get used to.
Sydney glanced at me, and my dick pounded through the jeans I’d changed into when I ditched my suit. “Your daddy gives you good advice.” Daddy. That fucking word. From Sydney’s mouth. Jesus. I looked away from her and started to guzzle.
Of course I fucking did. I also wanted to fight these urges. I wanted to tell her to go to bed and lock the door. I wanted … Her. “Don’t go,” I ordered. “Don’t move a fucking inch.”
At a bar. Where every motherfucker in there had been staring at her body in that sexy dress. My fucking body. Jesus, Ford, what the hell is wrong with you?
With her head still tilted back, she was unaware that I’d closed the distance between us until my mouth surrounded the same finger she had just sucked. “Ah!” she gasped the second I dipped to her knuckle, licking the remainder of the sweetness she had left behind. “Ford …” My tongue swirled around her skin, and once it was clean, I pulled her finger out and went in for the cupcake, taking a bite. “Delicious.” I chewed, swallowed. “But not as delicious as you.” She smiled, glancing away. “What are you doing to me?” “What I should have done a long time ago.” My hands gripped her sides, and I was
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You were going to find someone else, and that would be my fault. I pushed you away, and I’d deserve that. But”—I held her so steady, getting lost in those icy-blue eyes—“I’m not going to let that happen. You are going to be mine.”
“I want to feel it, Sydney.” I pointed my tongue, using just the tip to swipe, giving her the pressure she needed. “I want to taste your fucking cum.”
“Come,” I demanded. “Fucking come on my face.”
He lifted me from the stool, holding me in his arms, and my legs wrapped around his waist. He held the back of my head, positioning our mouths only inches apart. “Say that again, Sydney.” “I’m yours—” He slammed our mouths together.
Ford Dalton was mine.
But it wasn’t enough. Even though I’d eaten her pussy just last night, even though she’d ridden my cock and I’d filled her with cum. It was never enough when it came to Sydney.
He kissed me, taking his time, breathing me in. “You’re the most selfless person I know, Sydney. Let me spoil you. Let me show you what life with me will be like.” His thumb rubbed across my lips. “Let me enjoy having you all to myself.”
“For the next ninety minutes, I want you to think of all the ways I’m going to fuck you.”
“Because I can’t take my fucking eyes off you.”
My eyes were starting to close when I felt something cold on my skin. Something almost electric. That was when I realized it was the champagne. He was pouring it on me, licking it off.
“You’re going to get everything you want,” he told me. “But you’re going to have to beg.”
“Ride me like you want me to fucking come.”
“Sydney …” I reached behind her, finding that forbidden entrance once again and giving her my entire finger. “That’s it; fuck me.”
“Come right fucking now.” She did. Screaming.
“When I say to you that Uncle D and Kendall are boyfriend and girlfriend, do you know what that means?” I appreciated his patience, how he was trying to break this down in the best possible way. Everly responded by shrugging again. “Gonna kiss like Anna and Kristoff?”
And then, slowly, a devilish grin came across her face. “Daddy, are you gonna smooch Syd like Uncle D smooched Kendall at my birthday party?” This kid. I couldn’t possibly adore her more. And if that was how she defined our situation, if she saw love as affection, then that was perfectly acceptable to me. “Yes, baby, I’m definitely going to smooch Syd the way Uncle D smooched Kendall.”
“Go be with your husband and daughter.” I couldn’t correct her. I could only say, “Okay.”
Ford’s mom pulled him into a hug. “Mom, they have my baby girl.”
He looked at me, and then he glanced at the nurse. “I can’t donate to her. I’m not O positive. I’m AB.” “AB?” The nurse paused, confusion filling her face. “In my thirty-two years as a pediatric nurse, I’ve never seen or heard of a child having O positive if one of their parents is AB.” He took a breath, holding it in. “That’s because I’m not her biological father.”
In my mind, it was no one’s business. Goddamn it, she was mine. That was all that mattered.
“When Rebecca placed her in my arms and I finally made my way inside my house and it all hit me”—I swallowed and tried to take a breath, the emotion returning—“I knew only one thing. Ever and ever—that was how long she’d be mine.”
I cuddled her into me. “I’m going to miss you tonight.” I kissed her cheek. “I love you.” She giggled, still feeling the tickles, and said, “More than all the stars in the sky.”
I positioned my hands at the crotch of her stretch pants and pulled until the cotton ripped. “Ford!” “I’ll buy you ten more pairs.” I created a sizable hole and demanded, “Get over here. Sit on my fucking face.”
“Sydney, ride my fucking face.”
“Syd, Daddy and I want you to be our ever and ever.”
That I was asking, “Be my wife?” “And my mommy,” Everly chimed in. I slipped my other arm around Everly, glancing at my daughter as I added, “Be ours.”
