Page 55 of Secret Daddies

His eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening.

“Really?”

“Really,” I replied. I wasn’t sure how I was going to sneak under the radar in the store, but I had a hoodie and a baseball cap somewhere in here—I could manage to go incognito, I was sure of it.

And if it meant seeing that smile on my son’s face, I would do anything it took, anything at all. I turned the car down the street that would take us to the comic book store, and I could already hear Maya’s voice in my mind, telling me off for spoiling him, reminding me that he had plenty enough comics as it was.

But right now, it was just Matty and me. And that meant I could spoil him as much as I wanted.

And I intended to do just that.

28

LEE

“There!”she puffed as she planted the last box down on the floor. “I think that’s everything from the moving van…”

“I checked before we came up,” I replied. “You’re all good. We have everything now.”

“Oh, thank God,” she groaned, rubbing a hand over her face as though she was too exhausted to think. “I just need to take a second. I forgot how difficult it was, moving apartments…”

“I told you, we would have been happy to hire movers for you,” I reminded her as I stepped toward her, slipping my arms around her waist and pulling her in close.

“Yeah, yeah, I know you did,” she replied, letting her hands rest on my shoulders. “But you already paid for this place. I didn’t want you spending more money than you needed to on me.”

“Baby,” I murmured to her, brushing my nose against hers. “There’s no such thing as too much money, not when it comes to you.”

She laughed. “You need to be careful about saying things like that,” she warned me playfully. “I might take you up on it.”

“I hope you do.”

I planted a kiss against her lips, forgetting for a moment the boxes that were scattered around the floor surrounding us. We were standing in the bedroom of the new apartment that Taylor, Devon, and I had purchased for her, and we had just moved the last of her stuff up from the van and into her room. As of today, she was fully moved in, though not fully unpacked. That would take a while, given that there was still the nursery to set up, but we had plenty of time for that before the baby came along.

The baby—shit, I was still getting used to that part of all of this. It seemed crazy to me, that she was just a few months away from bringing a kid into the world. She had started to show a little now, though it was nothing more than the smallest bump. Sometimes, I would chat to the baby, let them know who I was and how much I loved them already.

Which was strange, to say the least, because I’d never imagined in a million years that I would have kids—let alone that I wouldwantthem. I had always thought, if it happened for me, it would be some kind of mistake that I would throw money at and then get on with my life. I had been so convinced that I’d make some fuck-up mess of it like my own parents had, I had never considered the possibility that I might actually like the idea for myself too.

But Maya had given me confidence I’d never had in myself in that regard. Because she had asked me to be a part of this. She had looked at me, and seen not the fuckup that I was certain I would be, but a father—someone who would be a welcome addition to her children’s lives, someone she wanted around, nomatter what. And that vote of confidence was something I didn’t even know I was missing until I had it.

I moved her back toward the bed, and the two of us tumbled onto the sheets together. Pushing my hands into her hair, I sank my lips into hers, deepening the kiss. Even though it had been months since we’d first hooked up, I still found myself addicted to her, something I had never really imagined was possible. I had always thought that I would get bored of being with the same woman in no time, that I would be looking for someone fresh to wrinkle the sheets with when I got the chance. But with Maya, it was different.

Because I felt like I discovered more about her every day. She wasn’t the same woman she had been when I’d met her—when she’d been a conquest I had set my sights on with no further plans. Now, she was this sweet, nurturing, funny, brilliant woman who was carrying a child that I was going to help raise. She was my future, and that was thrilling in ways I had never felt before in my life.

I took her arms and pushed them playfully over her head, and she let out a little moan against my lips. We were still exploring each other sexually, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Of course, there were nights when the three of us shared her, and those were still my favorites—I didn’t think there would ever be a hotter sight in the world than the woman I loved reaching orgasm, the sounds she made as we brought her to heights of pleasure, over and over again. But I still craved our alone time, just the two of us, so I could show off my skills in every way she wanted.

“I think we should christen this bed, don’t you?” I murmured against her lips, skimming my mouth down to her chin and then her neck. She was wearing the cutest dress that had beenskimming her body all afternoon, and it had taken every bit of self-control I had not to push her against one of the counters, pull up the skirt, and fuck her in it right then and there.

“Hmm, I think it would be rude not to,” she agreed, brushing her nose against mine and biting her lip. Fuck, she looked so appealing when she did that. Just as I was learning about her, she was learning about me, and she had weaponized that knowledge to turn me on in ways I didn’t even know were possible until I found her.

Dropping her arms, I moved my hands down toward her hips, pulling the dress up over her thighs and exposing her. She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, the soft puff of dark hair above her pussy sending a rush of arousal through my body.

“You’ve been like this all day?” I asked her, my cock stirring at the thought. She nodded, squirming before me, showing herself off.

“I knew it was going to be just you and me,” she replied. “And I thought…hey, might as well dress for the occasion.”

“Good,” I murmured, as I moved down to kiss her again. “You know I like you best with no panties on.”

Our lips found each other once more, and I pressed myself against her, letting her feel how hard I was for her already. The thought of her like this all day, just waiting for me to make my move, was too hot to resist. I needed to feel her wrapped around me, her body pressed against mine, and I needed it now.

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