Page 77 of Vengeful Secret

He’s dragging against the best parts of me, and I move one hand to clamp over my mouth when I come again, muffling my moans.

Gray bites down on the back of my shoulder when he comes, and I lean back against him, panting.

He kisses along my spine before pulling away from me and pulling out of me, gasping himself.

I turn around, looking at him and smiling. “I think we needed that.”

“I certainly did,” he admits with a chuckle.

I giggle like a schoolgirl, and I don’t even hate myself for it. Being with Gray makes me giddy like nothing else, especially after sex.

Gray’s face goes serious after a couple more kisses and giggles, and mine does too.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him.

“Ciara introduced me today as your friend.” He pauses, and I wait for him to start speaking again before I respond. “I want her to know I’m her father."

“I just haven’t known when to tell her… Everything’s been so crazy.” Guilt rushes over me.

Gray deserves for Ciara to know who he is.

“It’s okay,” he says quietly, but I put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s not. She deserves to know. We’ll tell her after the shower.”

Gray’s expression turns nervous. “Are you sure? I don’t know how she’ll take it…”

I laugh. “She's four, Gray. She’s already asked me once or twice about why she doesn’t have a daddy. Now we can tell her that she does.”

We finish in the shower, washing ourselves, and Gray steps out, grabbing a towel.

I put on one of his robes, loving how big and comfy it is, and he smiles at me.

“I like you in my clothes.”

“You always did.”

He leans down to kiss me softly and heads into the bedroom to get dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

I take his hand and lead him into Ciara’s room.

Lara’s on the floor, holding Effie and playing with her.

Ciara looks up at me, her eyes widening. “It’s Lara’s fault. She wanted to meet Effie.”

Lara laughs. “She did tell me it was just for bath time, but I was so curious.”

I smile. “That’s okay. She’s just a little old.”

“She’s beautiful,” Lara says, and Ciara giggles.

Lara looks between me and Gray, seeming to realize that we have something important to do, and she stands up, putting Effie down on the floor.

“I think I should go back to my room and get ready for dinner,” she says, and Ciara pouts.

“Mama, will you play dolls with me?”

“Not yet, baby. Gray and I have something to tell you.”

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