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I don’t care that it’s not true.

But the feeling in my chest is too strong to ignore.

The way it feels, an invisible cord leaving my heart as it wraps around hers, pulling us close together. Her nipples harden against me, and I sweep my fingers over her back, studying her like I want to memorize every part of her.

I’m falling in love with her.

“I don’t care, you know this,” I admit, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against me. “You’re mine.”

Ivy relaxes, and together we move onto our sides, adjusting ourselves as we do. Ivy twists, facing away from me, her ass pressing against my aching cock. I tug a blanket over us, kissing her shoulder as a big grin takes over my face.

Ivy wants to try, and that’s enough for me.

For now.

27

IVY

“Ivy? Daddy?”

The cute morning voice that wakes me makes my eyes open wide.

“Hey, Melody,” I coo, shifting from her father’s warm embrace. Curious brown eyes move from me to Griffin, her eyebrows knitting together as she studies us. “Are you okay, honey?”

Melody remains silent.

Griffin shifts from behind me, his arms wrapping around me as he presses his lips to the sensitive spot between my shoulder blades.

“Morning, baby.”

Melody yawns, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

“Why are you both sleeping on the sofa?”

Guilt grips my chest until Griffin says softly, “Ivy’s friend slept in my bed, so we slept down here.”

Melody gapes at us.

“Ivy has a friend?”

I chuckle at this, and she throws a suspicious look toward the stairs.

“Can I see?”

I shrug, easing away from Griffin.

“Sure. Should we wake her up?” I give her a wicked glance before heading to the stairs, my heart thundering the whole time.

All it will take is for Melody to say she saw us sleeping on the sofa … and then everyone will know.

She may have bought the excuse we gave her, but most adults won’t.

“What’s her name?” Melody asks, her small hand slipping into mine.

I sigh with relief. At least she’s not angry that I was wrapped in her dad’s arms seconds ago.

“Shelby.”

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