Page 49 of Enemy Daddy Next Door

“I know how hard things were once he found out about Grant and Harley…in fact, Grant suggested I let him know about us before it got too intense so it didn’t blindside him.”

“In case I get pregnant out of wedlock, huh?” Amy says wryly.

I don’t even know how to respond to that because all the horny cells in my brain start screaming. The thought of getting Amy in bed is one thing. The thought of having a baby with her is another. Equally stirring.

“Bad joke, sorry,” Amy squeaks.

“No, no, just…” I take a deep breath. “You’re so beautiful. It makes me lose my place sometimes.”

Amy’s lips curl into her signature warm smile. “Oh, gosh.”

“Really, it’s staggering sometimes.”

Another hush.

“What…what did my dad say?” Amy asks carefully.

“Oh, right. That.”

“Yeah, that.”

We both laugh lightly. She makes me feel like a schoolboy trying to talk to a girl at her locker between passing periods. Terrified, needy, flushed.

Totally infatuated with her.

“He basically said that the only opinion that matters is yours,” I say.

Amy’s eyebrows lift. “Really?”

I nod.

“Well, that’s a far cry from the father who clocked Grant in the face when he found out he was Harley’s baby daddy.”

“Listen, I’m a girl dad. I can understand the impulse,” I reply.

Amy laughs and then, with her eye toward the party, takes a tiny step toward me. “So, it’s up to me, is it?”

“Seems so.”

She tilts her head back; her lips are painted in a raspberry hue. I’d love to taste them. “Well, you have my permission to get more serious with me.”

Her voice…there’s a quality to it I’ve never heard. Deeper. Suggestive.

Maybe it’s just my imagination. My stupid, horned up brain dreaming about burying myself inside her.

But then her fingers touch the back of my hand and then loop through mine own. “Because I want to get more serious with you.”

Don’t get hard. Do NOT get hard.

“Hunter?”

“What?” I ask so softly I’m not even sure I spoke.

Another step toward me. Lips at the ready.

Everyone knows now. There is no use hiding it.

I start to lean forward to plant my lips against hers. A sealing of our seriousness. A hope for more. Soon.

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