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“Hey.” Marshall’s head pokes in the doorway. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course.” I chuckle. “It’s your room.”

“Sure. But you deserve privacy if you need it.” He shrugs as he closes the door behind him. “I know my family can be a lot.”

“They’re wonderful.” He gives me a skeptical look. “Really. I like them, especially your mom.”

“Mamá is the best.” He says with a genuine smile. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen her.”

“We can come visit more if you’d like.” My hands go to cup my stomach where our child grows. “Maybe she can come stay with us when the baby comes.”

“Really?” He says, his eyebrows high on his face. “You’d want that?”

“Sure.” I shrug. “It would be nice to have... people.”

He’s before me in two strides and wrapping me in his arms.

“Thank you, Elsie.” He whispers into my hair. “Thank you.”

“Of course, Marshall.”

We stand there together like that for a while, rocking back and forth in the silence of his room while muffled noise from the festivities outside filters through the walls.

“I should probably get back. Mamá said you need to rest, though,” he says, stepping back from me but not letting go.

I nod, but a tug in my chest tells me I shouldn’t let him go.

When his hands leave my body, the impulse becomes too much to ignore. “Stay.”

Marshall glances back at me over his shoulder with a quizzical look.

“I want you to stay,” I say softly. “Just for a little while.”

“Okay. I’ll stay.” He says simply. “Anything you want, princess.”

Chapter 16

Elsie

Princess.

Suddenly, I’m not tired, and the last thing on my mind is a nap.

Now I’m needy. Needy for him.

“Daddy,” I whisper, our gazes connecting with storms of desire in our eyes.

“Does my princess need something?” He asks me in a deep rumble, making my pussy clench.

“I need you to take your clothes off.” I breathe out. “Now.”

His smirk smolders hot with a flame of desire that matches my own. “As my princess wishes.”

In one swift movement, he pulls off his tight gray t-shirt, revealing his bare chest to me.

I take in his body, taught and toned by the hard labor he does for work and all of the tattoos that cover him.

All of the art on his body is detailed to the point of realism. The octopus on his right hand is always visible, but I didn’t quite realize the art snaked all the way up his arm, creating a complete scene of ocean life on his arm, starting at his shoulder. On his left bicep is a beautiful depiction of a dragon.

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