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“The trick is adding a little beer to the batter,” Paddy said, just as I peeked in and interrupted.

“I know you're not puttingbeerin that food.”

“Relax, Pretty. It's just alcohol,” he dismissed. I wasn't sure I could argue having been raised by a Bajan mother. I was drinking brandy at two years old just to get a fever down. But you were always more cautious with your own kids.

“What are you making anyway?”

“Irish whoopie cakes,” Paddy whistled. “Even though they're pretty American. You can’t tell that to kids, though. My nieces and nephews love the damn things, and I had planned on swinging by both Cillian’s and Órfhlaith’s before my night plans.

“I already talked it over with Queenie and Órfhlaith, and they both said I could stay over if you said yes,” Elijah said, pulling at my skirt. Sometimes I forgot he could be this adorable when he was happy. Ever since Paddy came into his life, he's always been happy.

“Well, which one, Órfhlaith’s Or Cillian’s?” Confused to which one.

“Whichever one I have permission to go to. I like Riona and Eoghan equally. I just like having someone to play with.”

“I'll talk to them. Is that okay?” I wasn’t going to take my son’s word because he’d somehow go over there and find a way to stay if I didn’t check in first.

“Just let the kid stay,” Paddy interjected. “I’d prefer Órfhlaith’s to Cillian’s seeing how Queenie is pregnant and doesn't need the added stress. But Órfhlaith wouldn't mind hosting the older ones. I'm sure Queenie and Cillian wouldn't mind the break. Got so many kids running around probably wouldn't be able to tell which ones aren't theirs,” Paddy joked.

“I don't know. Wouldn’t you like to spend the weekend with your mom?” trying to convince Elijah one last time. Just because I would have free time to spend with Paddy didn’t mean I still didn’t want to spend time with my son.

“Mommy, I can spend time with you anytime.” Hedidhave a point.

Paddy gently walked me to a corner and whispered, “This is one of those times I make a decision, and I intend for you to listen. Just go with it.” As I nodded and we went back to normal.

That was the biggest difference about not sneaking around anymore. We now had rules. Nothing too risqué in the main house. Touches had to either be innocent or appear professional if Vernon or Elijah were in the room. It meant we couldn’t be as spontaneous, which was why we hadn’t made love since the last time.

But the arrangement was more than fair. Everyone got what they wanted out of it, and I was just counting down the minutes I’d have Paddy to myself again.

“Elijah, you can go. But make sure you bring your toothbrush this time.”

“Awesome!” he said, running in the direction of his room.

“We leave when the cakes are done, kiddo, don’t forget anything,” Paddy yelled into the hallway. When Paddy took charge, hetrulytook charge. “Come with me,” he lightly demanded.

He led me down the stairs of his apartment, trying to appear normal and composed until he shut the front door behind him. He didn’t say anything, he just cornered me and kissed me.

“Mmm…I just had to get you alone,” Paddy whispered in my ear, just low enough for me to lean in more.

“Well, not too long, though. I don't want Elijah to get suspicious?—”

“With how Elijah packs, that gives me just enough time to eat your cunt before I check on him.” He sinisterly smiled.

“Paddy, no!” Even though thatdidsound good right about now.

“You can say no to Paddy. But you can't say no toDaddy. AndDaddyis telling you he is going to lick your cunt,” as he bent down, reaching under my skirt, stripping me of my panties.

“Will my sweet girl let me make her come hard on Daddy's tongue?”

“Okay,” I said weakly, not being able to say no to him. He made the decision to please, and I had to accept it without a further thought.

Paddy got on his knees, spreading my lips wide, as he greedily slurped my folds with his adventurous tongue.

“Mmm…” My moan nearly coming out as a shriek, as his laughs hummed against my clit. It had to be quick, but it didn't mean I couldn't savor it.

“Mmm…come for me,” he begged, sucking on my clit, flicking it in the way I couldn't prolong it if I wanted to.

“Right there, Daddy. Keep doing that and I'm gonna come for you,” I said under a strained breath, relieved that he did exactly that, forcing spasms that rocked my lower half like nothing I had ever felt before.

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