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I was already getting close and hadn’t slowed for even a second.

“Tell me what you need,” I growled. There was something so erotic and intimate about the moment.

“I need . . . I need . . . shit!” she cried out, unable to formulate a full sentence.

I grinned from ear to ear, feeling like a god in that moment. Then I reached down and gently stroked her where our bodies fused as one.

She cried out, “Oliver!” as I felt her begin to contract around me.

I didn’t fight it as I moaned her named. “Peyton!”

Peyton

Chapter 21

My honeymoon night was not something I’d soon forget. I felt my cheeks burning and struggled to wipe the grin off my face just thinking about it. If there had ever been any doubts, I knew I was officially claimed by Oliver in every imaginable way possible now.

The things that man could do with his tongue made me wet and needy from the memories alone. I sighed, feeling satisfied for the moment. We managed one last morning quickie before Brady dropped Eve off on his way to work. Unfortunately, Oliver had to check in with Thomas about a new job out at the ranch. While I wished our time alone could have lasted longer, I was grateful for a night neither of us would ever forget.

I didn’t have to be at work until three and Kenneth promised to be home by then to watch Evie before Oliver got home. That meant I had the better part of the day with my beautiful daughter. I hated the term stepdaughter. As far as I was concerned Eve was mine. Period.

We sat on the floor in the downstairs playroom as she cooed and played with a toy. She was still struggling to get to a sit up position on her own, but if I sat her up, she balanced well enough to hold it now. She was already growing up too fast for my taste, but I knew there was no way to keep her little like this forever.

As I got up to put in a kid-appropriate movie for background noise, there was a knock at the door. I swooped Eve up and put her in her playpen where I knew she’d be safe and went to answer it. As I peered through the glass on the front door, I didn’t recognize the woman standing there.

“Hello. Can I help you?” I asked.

The woman looked me up and down. “You must be the nanny. I’m here for my daughter.”

I gave her a confused look. “I’m sorry. I think you must have the wrong house.”

She looked irritated. “Is Oliver home?”

It felt like a rock landed in my stomach. “Who exactly are you?”

“Melina. Eve’s mother, and I’d like to see my daughter, right now.”

I took a deep breath. There was no way this woman was going to waltz into my home and demand anything. I sure as hell wasn’t letting her anywhere near Eve, but I also knew that losing my temper wasn’t going to help the situation, either.

“I’m sorry, Oliver isn’t home right now. You’ll have to come back later.”

I moved to shut the door, but she blocked it with her foot.

“I know he’s out of work at the moment, so where the hell is he?”

I glared at her, barely containing my anger at her audacity. “I don’t see where any of that is your concern.”

“Oh, so you didn’t know he was out of work,” she said snidely.

“Actually, he was out of work. He started his new job today and it’s still none of your damn business. I’m going to kindly ask you to leave now.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you hand over my daughter.”

“Over my dead body,” I told her through clenched teeth, trying not to growl for added emphasis. My wolf was feeling all sorts of stress in the moment.

“Let me see my child, dammit, or I’ll call the cops and tell them you’ve kidnapped her,” she threatened.

“You do what you need to do, but just remember they don’t take kindly to liars.”

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