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I squeezed him to me, and his cries slowed down too. He sniffled and choked, and I kissed his neck and cheek, tasting the tears that’d fallen.

“Such a good little fuck baby for Daddy,” I murmured, out of breath. “Are you sure you want me to come into your room all the time?”

“Yeah,” he croaked. “We should maybe write it in stone that we’ll sleep together every night, okay?”

I exhaled a laugh. Where the fuck had this boy come from? This level of happiness was in-fucking-sane.

CHAPTER 8

Tracy Judd

“It’s time to wake up, baby.”

Noooo, not yet!

I smiled into my pillow as he dropped kisses along my spine.

He must’ve been up a while because I smelled delicious stuff. I loved the smell of coffee even though I didn’t drink it, and that other thing could be bacon and eggs.

“What time is it?” I asked in my morning voice.

“Past noon.”

Oh, yikes! I rolled over and blinked, and I almost got dizzy from the sudden movement.

As if on cue, my stomach snarled, and Griffin smiled down at me.

He was so gorgeous and amazing, and fuck me, he fucked like an animal.

And he’s still here. He didn’t leave.

“I usually don’t sleep this late,” I said sheepishly.

“Neither do I.” He dipped down and kissed me softly. “I woke up an hour ago.” He eased back and extended a hand to me. “Answered all my work emails, went out for coffee, and decided to start my apology tour with breakfast for my boy.”

My boy.

That was me! I was his boy.

Wait—apology tour?

“Apology for what, Daddy?” I stretched out and yawned noisily, much to his amusement, before I let him drag me out of bed.

He’d found a pair of undies for me. “For the way I treated you for so long.”

Oh. Pshh! I didn’t wanna think about that. It was water under the bridge. “Long forgotten, kind Sir. Let’s focus on the future instead.” I popped a kiss to his chin, then marched out to inspect his egg-making skills. BecauseIwas a master at breakfast eggs. Just saying.

“Not so fast, boy.” Daddy grabbed my arm gently and halted my step. He gave me a firm but patient look. “This is important to me.”

I scrunched my nose. “But you already explained everything, Sir. And, to be quite frank with you, I much prefer you couldn’t be near me because you essentially wanted me, rather than you didn’t like me at all.”

His mouth twitched a little. A pinch of mirth was a win!

“I’m glad you see it that way, but I still feel bad.” He grasped my shoulders and steered me toward the kitchen, and he dipped down and spoke in my ear. “And I’m gonna make amends. Starting with the best eggs you’ve ever had.”

Yowza!

I glanced up at him, wide-eyed. “Um, Daddypants, that’s setting the bar ridiculously high because I’mawesomeat eggs. I learned in New York. I learned and perfected!”

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