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She chuckled at us and offered her services as a nanny and housekeeper. She’d never been a nanny, but she used to clean houses as a second job to supplement her low teacher’s salary. Matteo didn’t even want to discuss it and told her she was hired.

I love him, but he drives me crazy sometimes. It’s even more annoying how right he was. It’s only been a week, and I’m beyond grateful for her. And Layla loves her.

She isn’t living in while we’re in the condo because Matteo wanted to be able to make love to me anywhere without worrying about her being there. I had the same thought.

Layla squawks. When she sees she’s got my attention, she fists her little hands for me. I take her from Doris and cuddle her. Layla is gnawing on my shirt. I decide to get her dressed in something adorable for her daddy.

CHAPTER 24

Matteo

Once Amy sets Layla down on the floor by the couch, Layla yanks her blanket off all on her own. She breaks into happy laughter at the sight of me.

My baby girl. God, I love her so damn much. “I told you to call me when you get here so I can carry Layla in for you.”

“She doesn’t weigh a ton. I can do it.” Amy sighs.

I catch her close with an arm around her waist. “I’m aware you can carry her in. You can do any damn thing you want. I want to be able to lighten your load because I care about you.”

My lips are a breath away from hers when Layla lets loose an ear-splitting shriek. Amy jumps away, or she tries, but my arm is firm around her. I sigh as I look down at my grinning daughter. She knows exactly what she’s doing. “I’m sorry, mija. Since you didn’t get enough attention, you’re not letting Dad get his kiss, huh?”

Her laughter tells me I’m exactly right. I shake my head, pull Amy tight against me, and sneak a kiss. Letting her go, I focus on Ms. Layla, who is now clapping loudly.

Unplugging her from her car seat takes a minute. While I’m doing that Amy is unpacking our lunch.

I cuddle her close and give her kisses on her neck. “Did you have a good day with Doris? Hmm? Is she taking good care of my girl?”

Her eyes scrunch up with happiness, telling me Doris did good today.

We manage to eat with Layla stealing bites of spaghetti noodles from my spaghetti and meatballs. Amy picked up our lunch from the place where Rafe got our lunch. It’s become a favorite for both of us.

It’s adorable the way Layla fights sleep. Her eyes are closed while she opens her mouth for more noodles. Amy hands over her bottle and takes my food so I can feed Layla.

Layla manages to get a little more than half of her oatmeal-laced formula before she does the little hum around the nipple of the bottle. It’s what she does right as she’s falling asleep. I kiss her gently on her cheeks, forehead, and nose. She loves it and lets out soft chuckles before she finally gives up and allows sleep to overtake her.

Rocking her, I give it several minutes before I take the bottle away—if I do it too soon, she’s awake again and cranky.

Once I’m sure she’s completely out, I settle Layla back into her car seat. Ensuring her neck is up so she doesn’t suffocate, I sigh as I sit back on the couch again.

“You’re so smart,” Amy whispers as a hand runs over my chest. “I’m a bad mom. It never even crossed my mind to have her neck up. I thought it was safe when…”

Pulling her into my lap, I catch her around the back of the neck and stop the words. “I saw it a dozen times in the ER. You have been a mom once for less than a full year. Stop putting yourself down. It makes me crazy.”

Her sigh is from the bottom of her lungs. A finger comes up to trace over my lips. “I love you. Have I told you that today?”

I nod. “A few times, the first when I woke you with my cock. Which I sure as hell didn’t deserve. Say it again at your own detriment. I’m trying to be professional at work and Layla is two feet away.”

Almost two weeks after we first made love, and I’m still greedy and desperate for her on an almost hourly basis. My number one focus is to give her as many orgasms as I can before I enter her, in case I embarrass myself by coming only seconds later. Since my woman demanded I stay inside her long after we both came down from heaven, I was often able to begin slowly all over again—the better to seed her sweet pussy.

The hand on my chest runs down to squeeze my already half-hard cock and turns it to stone. “In all the time I’ve brought you lunch, we’ve had one knock on the door. Besides, we’re parents. There will be times when our baby is going to be beside the bed in their bassinet and?—”

“And you love the idea of us getting caught.” I’m proven right when her blush goes to the tips of her ears. Shifting my hand around to the front of her neck, I bring her lips a breath away from mine. “I’ll never let it happen. No man will ever see your gorgeous body or hear you begging me to fuck you or even listen to those little whimpers that escape you while I work my cock inside your tight pussy.”

Despite the fact that we’re firmly in February, this is also Dallas. The chaotic weather is at almost sixty degrees today. Amy is wearing a long black velvet skirt with large red and pink roses on it and a silky black button-down top.

Offering her neck to me, she swings her leg over my lap the way she loves to do. She’s moaning as she grinds down on me.

“I love you. I love even more when I fall asleep with your cock inside me. And I fucking adore you when you wake me up with your cock inside me. It’s why I told you I love you. The feel of your cock is so hard and hot that you warm me up from the inside out. Fuck me, please. I’ll be quiet—they won’t hear me begging you to come inside me. When you fill me full of your come, I swear it sends me into another orgasm. Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

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