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“What about you?”

I still my movements and pull back to face her.

“What about me?”

“Are you going to let anyone else touch you?”

I chuckle, scanning her face. Her wet hair clings toher, and I can’t wait to brush it for her while she sits on my lap. “Nobody but you,” I state, and a gracious smile spreads across her face, a beautiful fucking smile that has my chest filling with a foreign feeling of happiness usually reserved solely for my family.

That’s what she is, I tell myself. She’s family already, that’s why I feel the connection with her when I’ve never before.

The thought of someone else touching me fills me with irritation. Quite frankly, since fucking Gracie, I’ve been unable to bear anyone else’s touch.

A loud wail has her startling and shocking the hell out of me when she springs up from the bath in a wild panic.

“She needs to be fed. Oh, god, she’s not had her evening milk.” She practically jumps over the tub and grabs a towel, and I remain on the bathroom floor transfixed how she became so frantic at the cry of her daughter. Hell, one of my wives refused to deal with crying children full-stop, and another insisted on having a nanny until the children learned not to cry. I put a bullet in her head for ever implying such a stupid thing.

“Do you want me to do something?” I ask, desperate to help settle them both.

Like what? I don’t fucking know, but again, I want to be there for her. To be more.

“No, thank you.” My shoulders slump. “I breastfeed!” she shouts back, and it takes a moment for my mind to compute her words.

Breastfeed?

As in? The milk comes from her tits.

Holy shit.

I choke on thin air.

This I must see, and it appears so does my fucking cock because it’s now back to full height at the thought of the milk leaking from her tit. My balls throb and the head of my cock releases a steady flow of glistening pre-cum.

Standing, I adjust myself, knowing damn well it’s not okay to be hard in the vicinity of a child. Then I throw open the bedroom door, and the moment my eyes latch onto the scene before me, I almost swallow my tongue.

Holy. Fuck.

I need a new contract.

One that keeps her tied to me forever.

Chapter Ten

Gracie

Vinny’s free hand follows each stroke of the hairbrush gliding through my silky blonde hair all the way to my ass.

When he stepped in the doorway from the bathroom to find me feeding Bonnie on the bed, he looked like he was about to pass out, and I couldn’t help but giggle. His expression was priceless, and when I teased that he was acting like he’d seen no one breastfeed before, he told me he’s never been in the same room as someone feeding. I slow-blinked at his reply; surely, I didn’t him right.

He told me his children’s mothers refused to breastfed, and I immediately felt bad for them. Had they been starved of affection too? Yet Vinny practically showers me with love. Even if he can’t see it yet, I see it in his eyes, in the way he masks his emotions to make me feel secure, and in the way he changes his tone of voice when I jump at his aggressiveness.

He watched from the corner of the room while I fed Bonnie, and his deep, hungry stare made me feel like I was being devoured without even being touched. Every cell in my body was alight under the blazing heat of his gaze.

“Has she finished?” His raspy voice sends a ripple of desire through me, and all I can do is nod. “Take her to the nursery, then come back here.” He points between his legs, and I slide off the bed with Bonnie in my arms. Her cute little pout has me leaning down to kiss her soft waves, and as I slip her into her crib, her lips part on a soft whimper that has happiness creeping up my throat.

“Night, baby girl,” I whisper, and lean into her crib to deliver her another kiss while covering her with her fleece blanket. She doesn’t so much as murmur when I tiptoe out of her room, and I leave the door slightly ajar. I’m not used to being away from her at night, so it helps with my anxiety of her being in her own room.

Then I do just as Vinny asked and make my way between his parted legs. The man is sex on a stick, and his hungry gaze has heat surging through me, leaving me a wanton mess between my thighs.

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