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Everything happened so quickly, but it truly was a noble moment.

About an hour passes before I give up on sleep and, knowing Marshall is out, slip out of my bedroom to grab a drink from the kitchen.

I’m rummaging through the fridge, looking for the homemade horchata Marshall makes for me, when I snap up and freeze at the sound of the front door opening.

“Please. Just go to your room.” I pray quietly.

“No luck, princess.” Marshall’s deep rumble comes from behind me.

Turning around slowly, I reveal my nakedness to the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

Sweat drips down his face and glistens on his blissfully naked tattooed chest, the sight making my mouth water.

I need this man. Desperately.

Chapter 29

Marshall

Marshall

“Need something, princess?” I ask.

Elsie is standing in our kitchen, completely naked, and my cock is already hardening at the sight.

It’s been too long since I last saw Elsie, really saw her.

The vision of her before me is more magical than any memory I have of her.

Her breasts are full and heavy, preparing to feed our child, that’s due in a matter of weeks. Her belly has swollen and taken over her entire petite frame. The stretch marks on her stomach are a reminder of every milestone in this pregnancy, and I fucking love every one of them.

I want to reach out, to touch her and caress and kiss every inch of skin I can.

But I can’t do that. Not without her permission.

“Elsie, what do you need?” I ask again.

“Nothing.” She says, snapping herself out of her frozen state and wrapping her arms around her breast to hide from me. “It’s fine.”

Noting how her eyes track up and down my figure, I take a chance and step into her space.

“Don’t lie to me, princess. What. Do. You. Need.” I put a little growl into my final words, hoping that they’ll have her lowering her guard for me.

Elsie’s sky-blue eyes turn stormy as a battle rages inside her.

“If you need me, you just have to ask. That’s the rule.” I pause, hoping she’ll see how genuinely I mean my words. “Use me, Elsie. Let me give you what you need.”

“I need you.” She whispers.

I smirk, knowing I’m testing my luck. “Sorry? I couldn’t hear that.”

“I need you, you asshole.” She snaps louder.

“Nope. What do you call me, princess?”

“Daddy.” She sighs, but there’s heat in her eyes. “I need you, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” I say, backing her into the center island.

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