Page 41 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

“No, it’s okay.” I smile. “Lilly and I had a great day.” The little girl hops up and down and nods eagerly.

“I can’t let you do this for free,” Declan says, looking serious.

I wave him off, laughing. “Given how much of your flour and other ingredients we used while we were baking, you should be charging me.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “I don’t mind you using my kitchen. It’s severely underused.”

“That’s generous of you,” I say, still smiling.

He takes a deep breath. “Listen, I’ve been thinking about this all day. It is just an idea so please hear me out.”

“Okay.”

“Can you take over as Lily’s full-time nanny? You two seem to have a rapport already. You can come every morning and leave at night. You might stay late sometimes, but I’ll give you fair warning beforehand and I’ll make sure to compensate you for the extra hours.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Declan, I already have a job.”

“This won’t interfere with your job,” he insists. “It’s just until I can find a replacement.”

Lily’s pursing her lips, giving me the most adorable puppy-dog eyes. I laugh, feeling my resolve weaken. “It’s not fair that you’re asking when your daughter is being so adorable. You know I can’t say no.”

“I’ll pay well,” he says, smiling. “I’ll give you six-thousand a month.”

My jaw drops. Six grand a month? That’s way more than I’ve been earning from my brand deals. This could really help my business. I start to make a list of all the things I could do with that money.

“And,” he adds, “you can use my well-stocked high-end kitchen to film and bake in for free.”

I’m silent for a moment, trying to process everything. “That’s a really sweet deal.”

“So, what do you say?” he asks, looking hopeful.

I sigh, knowing I need the money. “Okay, I’ll do it. But just until you find a replacement.”

Declan’s face lights up. “Thank you, Millie. Really.”

I smile back. “See you tomorrow, then.”

He grins. “See you tomorrow.”

I say goodbye to Lily and head to Chase’s apartment, Peanut tugging at his leash. When I walk in, the first thing I see is a huge bouquet of roses on the table and sushi set up next to it. Chase is showered and dressed down in a snug T-shirt and jeans, his tattoos peeking out on his arms and neck. God, he is so hot.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” I tell him, feeling a warmth spread through me.

He pulls me into his arms, his touch electrifying. “Every hour you’re not with me is torture.”

We kiss and it’s like the world melts away. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the heat between us. Peanut curls up on the floor, already dozing off after a full day of playing.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, my breath hitching.

Chase smiles, that devilish grin that always gets to me. “I got sushi for a reason.”

“What reason?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.

“It’s cold, so I don’t have to worry about taking my time fucking you,” he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a thrill through my blood.

He carries me to his bed, gently laying me down. “I want to shower,” I tell him, but my resolve is already weakening.

“Just a moment, baby. Let me taste you,” he murmurs, dragging my sundress all the way up over my head. His lips trace a hot, wet path to my already damp thong. As he slides it off,exposing me to the cool air, I think to myself, I could totally get used to coming home to this.

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