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Positioning himself at my entrance, he used the tip of his cock to tease me with slow, shallow thrusts. His piercing rubbed against my opening in a way that had me wanting to clench my thighs together.

When he finally sank in fully, I practically came.

“Fucking hell, you feel better every time.” He began to move in deep strokes, and he kissed me like it was the first time his lips had ever met mine.

My nails dug into his back, earning me a growl from deep in his throat. I loved making him come undone.

As his hips picked up their pace, he moved his hand between us, his fingers sliding against my clit. The coil of pleasure inside me tightened with each thrust and circling of his fingers.

He nipped at the shell of my ear. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock, and show me who this pussy belongs to.” He tilted his hips in just the right way and rubbed my clit faster.

“It’s yours, Gabriel! Fuck! Yes!” The tension inside me exploded in a rush of pleasure.

His movements became more desperate as he chased his own release. “You’re mine.” With a final thrust, he spilled into me, his body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.

He lay on top of me for a moment, both of us panting and slick with sweat. He kissed my collarbones, neck, cheeks, and finally, my lips. Rolling, he pulled me with him, our bodies still connected.

Resting my cheek against his chest, I knew that this man was it for me. He was the one. “I love you, Gabriel Badden.”

I’d never spoken words that felt so right.

Chapter 27

Princess Laney, King Daddy, and Queen Josie

Gabriel

There wassomething different about birthdays once you had a child and a serious girlfriend in your life. I hadn’t been much of a partier in the past few years, but I had always enjoyed letting loose on my birthday. Now, I found that all I wanted was a relaxing evening at home with friends and family.

I’d been working a lot on myself over the past several weeks, and part of that was learning to have a life outside of being a CEO and father. My friends had welcomed me back to the weekly happy hour with open arms, and the other dads in the neighborhood were becoming quick friends. They’d all join us later for food and drinks, but I wanted time with my brothers and my girls first.

In the four weeks since I’d found out about Sarah Swoon, Josie had moved into the main house, and we’d turned the studio into her office and recording space.

Two and a half months wasn’t a long time to know someone and decide they were the one, but in the grand scheme of things, life was short, and it felt like Josie had always been right by my side, loving me and my daughter. It was too soon to ask her to marry me, but I didn’t plan on waiting a year or whatever other socially constructed amount of time was typical.

Our life and family was anything but typical.

Delaney’s high-pitched squeal of delight brought a smile to my face as Lex pushed her on the swing. I was one of the luckiest assholes alive to have two brothers who loved my daughter like she was their own.

“Dad, don’t.” The sound of an annoyed groan drew my attention to the sliding glass door, where Josie was coming out of the house with her dad and her dad’s boyfriend. Josie had insisted we invite her dad, and it was time to get to know the man who would eventually be my father-in-law.

Brett Hastings was the only man who scared the ever-loving shit out of me. Not only was he a beast at his age, but he now had his determined gaze set right on me.

I stood, clutching my beer bottle in my hand in case I needed to use it in self-defense. “Brett, nice to see you. You too, Mateo.” I nodded at both of them in greeting. “Can I get you two something to drink?”

Josie looked skyward, her hands on her hips as her dad left her side. “If you draw blood, I’m making a Sarah Swoon episode about dealing with aging parents and juggling a love life.”

“I just want a word.” He walked toward me with an expression he usually reserved for hockey games. We hadn’tseen each other since the night he and Mateo had seen us next to my car at the theater, and I wondered if it was both my birthday and deathday.

I held up my hands in surrender, but instead of punching me, he threw his arms around me in a hug. “Uh...okay?”

Josie sighed in relief. “And you say you don’t know who I got my acting skills from.”

Brett slapped my back before letting me go. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome?” I was so confused; had I missed something? “I thought you were about to murder me.”

“I was thinking about it when Josie showed us her studio, and I asked her where she sleeps now. But she’s happier than I’ve seen her in a long time, so I’m going to have to let you live for now.” He chuckled and punched my arm, like we were old pals, his face turning serious. “If you hurt her...”

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