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“What can I do to prove to you that what you see is what you get with me?”

I bite my bottom lip and shrug. “I don’t know,” I say softly, my voice tight with regret.

Instead of being frustrated with me, Nash hugs me tighter and kisses the top of my head. “Well, I’m just going to have to work harder at winning you over then, aren’t I?”

“Does that mean more orgasms?”

Because he’s Nash and he’s nearly perfect, he senses my need for humor now. “As many as you need, Kendall. As many as you’ll allow me to give you.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

NASH

After our mutual confessions Thursday night, Kendall agreed to pack a bag and sleep over Friday night. I may have neglected to tell her that I also had plans to take her away for the weekend with Paisley and me.

It’s our bye weekend, and with three days off in a row, I’m not wasting them by not spending time with my two girls.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to Santa’s Village,” I say for the fifth time in our four hour drive up north.

“I can’t believe you kidnapped me for the weekend without telling me we were going anywhere.”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be kidnapping.” I pull her winter hat over her eyes and hold out Paisley’s coat for her when she comes out of the bathroom of our hotel suite. “Ready to see Santa?”

“Yes!”

Once we’re all bundled up, we pile back into my Range Rover. Hotels are few and far between in this northern area of New Hampshire, but we were lucky to find one with two beds. The drive to Santa’s Village is less than fifteen minutes, but by the squirming in the backseat and Paisley’s constantAre we there yetquestion, you’d think it was fifteen hours.

It’s cold but sunny, and the three of us have an amazing time on the rides and finding all the elves around the park. Paisley sits on Santa’s lap and asks for about fifty things, one being a baby brother or sister.

Kendall raises her brow at me and I shrug innocently. “I’m not opposed to trying,” I whisper in her ear before nipping the side of her neck.

Having another kid hadn’t been on my radar. Hell, I’ve barely been keeping my head above water taking care of the one I have.But now that Paisley planted the seed, all I can think about is Kendall’s belly swollen with my child.

We make another round on the rides and find a pizza place on the way back to the hotel. We spend over an hour in the disgusting indoor pool, and melted our bodies into more parasitic water in the hot tub. I’d have bitched about it more if Paisley and Kendall weren’t having so much fun.

When we’re back in the hotel room, and Paisley is in the shower, I take advantage of our alone time and wrap my arms around Kendall.

“You smell like chlorine and kid germs, but you taste like Heaven.” I take possession of her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers.

Kendall drapes her arms over my shoulders and presses her wet tits into my naked chest. “You know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”

“I’d rather sweep this bathing suit off you.” Even in her modest one piece, Kendall’s curves are sexy as fuck. It doesn’t help that I know what her body looks like naked and can easily picture all her curves, every freckle, every dimple.

I cup her ass in my hands and squeeze, sucking the gasp from her mouth with mine. My cock hardens and I grind it into her core, and the thin material of her bathing suit does nothing to hide how I feel.

Kendall slows our kisses and sucks my bottom lip between her teeth. “Pitching quite the tent there, daddy.” She rubs her clit against me and we both moan.

“Fuck, baby.” I rest my head against hers, and when the water turns off in the bathroom, I release her ass and move away from her. “Cover up or something. My cock isn’t going to make it down to half-mast with you looking so fucking delicious.” I toss a pillow at her.

She chuckles and tosses it back. “You’re the one who needs the coverup.” She tips her chin at my cock working its way out of my swimsuit.

“Shit.” I take the pillow and smash it to my front just as Paisley comes out of the bathroom.

“Your turn Kendall.” She dropped theMissduring our weekend trip, and I’m not mad about it.

When Kendall brushes by me, deliberately dragging her hand across my chest, I hiss. “We could save time by sharing a shower,” I growl, low enough so Paisley can’t hear me.

She chuckles. “I’m pretty sure that would make our shower last longer than necessary.” The bathroom door clicks and I lower myself to the desk chair, not wanting to get the bed wet. Paisley dresses in her snowman pajamas, and when Kendall comes out of the bathroom ten minutes later wearing a matching flannel set, my heart fucking leaps out of my chest.

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