Page 62 of Embrace Me Forever

“Oh, look at this one. It even comes with a pressure-relief mattress made for little ones,” I say.

He catches my eye, urging, “Don’t even look at the price,” which is enough to raise my brows in mock alarm. But seeing his determination, I let go of my hesitation and watch him complete the purchase.

“Blake, am I turning you into my personal bank now?”

He chuckles, pulling me into a snug embrace. “Only the best for my girls,” he quips, then slides out from under me with atheatrical groan. “Excuse me, sweetheart,” he says, standing up. “Gotta let you do some more damage with that shopping.”

“I think we’ve got everything we need now,” I protest mildly, not forgetting the two suitcases already overflowing with things for Coco. More than enough, really.

“Nah, I meant shopping for whatyouneed.” He leans down to plant a kiss on my head. “And yes, I’m your personal bank, Georgia-May, so milk it while it lasts!”

His lavish attentions make me feel a bit guilty. “Blake, you’re spoiling me.”

“That’s the best part.” He winks, satisfaction paints his gorgeous face. “Spoil away, my love!”

With a reluctant grin, I dive back into my shopping spree, clicking away as Blake heads off to the shower. I scoop up a few shirts, a pair of jeans, and some daring lingerie, then pause to look at some jewelry.

When Blake returns, his scent is as intoxicating as a high-end cologne ad. Seducing him for another round is very tempting, but I park the thought.

“That’s cute,” he comments, looking at the pendant displayed on the phone screen.

“Ah, just browsing.”

“Buy it.”

“I don’t need it. It’s just…different,” I murmur, my thoughts drifting to Dad’s gift for my seventeenth birthday, a black glass pendant shaped like an infinity symbol, shattered to pieces when I crashed my bike delivering a pizza.

He leans in to look at the pendant. “It’s different, yes, but it’s sleek, and you clearly like it.”

As my mouse hovers over the color option, I hear him hum thoughtfully.

“You don’t like the black?” I query.

“It’s not about what I like.”

“Come on, what do you think?”

“I think the navy would look great on you.”

He’s right. Navy adds a touch of class. “Done!” I exclaim, adding the pendant and a matching chain to the cart.

Then he skims over the rest of my shopping list. I don’t think he intends to, but something catches his eye. “You’re disappointing me, Georgia-May.”

I thought I was doing well with nine items. “I swear, these are all I need,” I defend.

“Think again.” His eyebrow raises in challenge.

I pause. “Well, maybe I could do with another pair of these jeans?”

“Whatever you need,” he sighs theatrically, bracing himself as if a tsunami of shopping is about to hit.

“And maybe those matching shoes. And that handbag,” I add, testing the waters.

Blake laughs, clearly enjoying the banter as much as the pampering. “What am I, your sugar daddy now?”

I guess his age comes with perks beyond experience. My finger hovers over the ‘add to cart’ button. “Are you sure?”

His tone turns earnest. “Georgia-May, you arrived with just the clothes on your back. I promised we’d take care of everything you need. So go ahead, load up that cart.”

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