Page 43 of How to Rescue Your Surprise Baby

“She likes it,” Telos retorted.

Estie did. She giggled and smiled widely—not Telos’ desired outcome, but hey, he was being a good dad!

“Consider rocking her a little more gently,” Mav said, and paused. His voice dropped. “If you want her to sleep.”

Telos gulped. In a deceptively light tone, he asked, “You want her to sleep, do you?”

“You could say that. Sleeping babies are good.”

“So considerate. Wow.”

Mav snorted. “Of course.”

Telos lifted Estie into the air and blew a raspberry against her tummy. She squealed and smiled toothily, and Telos melted.

“I have all night,” Mav said mildly.

“Damn it,” Telos growled.

“Cursing in front of a child? Really?”

“She’s my kid. There are worse things than swearing. Like kidnappers and abusive parents.”

“True.”

Telos cradled Estie against his chest, eyebrows rising when she nuzzled at him and tried to root for his nipple again. He hiked up his shirt and let her have it, only to hear Mav choke as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

Telos turned. “What?”

“You have milk now?” Mav asked, his voice half-strangled.

“No.” Telos pulled Estie off just to check. “Nada.”

“Ah.” Mav almost sounded... disappointed. He turned away, holding up a familiar blue box to read it.

Telos swallowed. He wasn’t going to think about what that box meant. He’d thought enough about Mav’s cock already.

“It’s made by the brand that sells oats,” Mav said.

Telos looked back at him. “Really? Are there oats in there?”

Mav opened the box and slid out a small glass bottle. “Looks like some kind of clear broth. It’s made with ginseng and clam extract.”

“Sounds delicious,” Telos drawled. “Why don’t you try it?”

“You’re gagging for me to drink this, huh?”

Telos turned away sharply. “No.”

He felt Mav’s gaze heavy on his back. Quietly, Mav said, “I’ll drink it soon.”

Ah, fuck.Telos swallowed and tried not to think about it. He rocked Estie more gently.

He shouldn’t be this desperate for Mav. They’d just fucked a few hours ago. Telos had shown Mav his vulnerable parts, and Mav would probably drop him like a piece of hot coal after this mission.

But he was weak, and if Mav offered him sex, he wouldn’t say no.

He brought Estie over to the travel crib that Hilly-Billy had set up, humming softly as he rocked her. He made himself stare at every vine and flower on the wallpaper.

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