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I want to squeeze and grope and explore every last inch of her, but?—

The door squeaks open.

Cara spins away from me so fast I’m basically making out with mid air when Heath steps into the garage.

He takes one look at me, then a quick glance at Cara, then clears his throat. “Can you bring in chocolate ice cream?”

“Yep,” Cara says brightly.

I can’t form words. There’s no blood in my brain, it’s all below my belt.

He steps back into the house, the door swinging shut.

Cara presses her lips together and gives me a helpless look. “Oops,” she whispers.

I’m not sure how to read her reaction. Heart pounding, I pull her back against me. Even with the risk of being caught, it feels better to have her in my arms than not. “Are you okay with them knowing? Because Heath and Wyatt and Emily don’t have any secrets from each other. Their relationshipis so honest it’s frankly awkward for anyone else around them.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here.” Cara grimaces and pats my chest, her fingertips curling instinctively like she wants to sink her claws into me. I wonder if she knows she’s doing that. “Hannah thought it would be less awkward if there was someone else for balance here. Little did she know, she invited someone who had kissed her dad.”

“Technically, her dad kissed you,” I say. I don’t want my active part in this to be minimized. I kissed her behind the library. I kissed her here in the garage. I’m going to kiss her a lot of places, and my daughter just needs to deal with it.

“Probably isn’t going to make her Christmas better if you put it that way.” Cara shakes her head. Her eyes sparkle as she slowly backs away from me, heading for the garage door.

“Hang on.” I wave at the freezer. “We can’t forget the ice cream.”

Her cheeks flame. “Right.”

I crossto her and kiss her again, then murmur, “Stop blushing. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”

She sucks in an eager little breath. “I don’t want you to.”

God damn it. I cup her cheek and brush my thumb over her sweet lower lip. “Can you be a good girl for me tonight and stay up?”

She exhales, her breath warm against my thumb, and electricity arcs between us. “Yes,” she whispers, her glittering gaze turning to pure fire. “I’ll wait up for you, Daddy.”

Chapter 11

Cara

It is agonizingto go back to the living room and watch holiday movies after the too brief, interrupted kiss.

I need more. I feel like I’m on fire.

And Hunter’s gaze is always, always on me.

All of my most secret fantasies feel fully on display for him, as ifDaddy’s horny girlis tattooed on my bare skin.

Two movies and three dessert breaks later, Hannah finally yawns and announces it is bedtime.

“Santa will be coming soon,” she says happily.

I wonder if I should feel some kind ofshame for the wicked thrill that goes through me as she says that.

I don’t. At all.

I follow her upstairs, and promise to wear my matching PJs in the morning. I go into the little spare bedroom and lay down on the bed, heart galloping a mile a minute. There’s no way I’m wearing the PJs she picked out to secretly meet up with Hunter tonight, so I leave my regular clothes on. Then I listen to the house settle, to Hunter going up and down the stairs a few times, bringing bedding down to Wyatt and crew in the living room.

Doors open and close. Water runs.

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