Page 6 of The Daddy Claus

She comes on command, exactly like the good girl she is. As soon as I demand it, her pussy locks down around me, and she wails into the room.Daddyechoes from the corners as she shatters around me, stealing every fucking piece of my heart that didn’t already belong to her.

I bury my face in her throat, fighting the urge to tell her how I really feel about her. My balls draw up, her orgasm snatching my own from me. I pound into her without rhythm as the cord snaps, and I come hard enough to see starts.

It’s not at all how I imagined our first night together—in the middle of Roman’s club in a bed that’s seen God only knows how much use—and yet, it’s somehow completely fucking perfect anyway.

"Come home with me," I whisper as soon as I can breathe, raining kisses across her face, not ready to let her go. Fuck, I won't ever be ready for that. "We'll figure it out."

"I-I… Figure it out?"

"How to make this work," I murmur. There's a lot we need to hash out, like how the fuck we're going to tell Gabbi that I'm marrying her best friend. Or how HR is going to handle the fact that I'm marrying our physical therapist. Or how I'm supposed to keep my damn hands off her. Or what she needs from her daddy. There are a thousand things we need to discuss.

But right now, I just want her in my space where she belongs. The rest we can deal with later. I’ll give her whatever she wants, whatever she needs. Whatever it takes to make her mine permanently. Because one night isn’t enough. One lifetime won’t be, either.

She tenses in my arms before pulling back. "No, I can't."

"Tomorrow, then." It feels like a lifetime from now, but I can hang on one more night. I’ve waited five years for her.

"No." She squirms out of my arms, quickly rolling off the bed.

"Beautiful?"

"I don't want this," she blurts, frantically shaking her head as she straightens her dress. "This isn't what I want. This… this was a mistake."

What the fuck?

"This wasn't a fucking mistake, princess." I climb from the bed, determined to soothe whatever has her ready to run. "This was the best fucking night of my life."

"Yes, it was!" she cries. "We shouldn't have done this."

"Why the fuck not?"

She spins to face me, her mask askew on her face, but still covering half of it. "Because… because… because I don’t want to figure it out. I'm in love!"

I rock back on my heels as a knife sinks into my chest, slicing deep into my heart. The woman I breathe for is in love with someone else?

Jesus Christ.

Roman was right.

I just didn't think I'd have to live the rest of my life knowing what it's like to have had her, only to watch her love someone else.

Fudge my life.I roll over and glance at the clock. It’s freaking eleven-twenty-seven. I should be off in dreamland, but I’m wide-awake staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out a way to tell my best friend that I’m skipping her family Christmas celebration.

My stomach clenches as the persistent nausea I’ve been experiencing the last few days rears its ugly head, and I breathe slowly through my nose trying to will away the discomfort.

When the urge to puke my guts up finally passes, I snuggle under the warm blanket and hope I wake up four weeks ago. Before my entire life imploded. Before I spent one hot, incredible night with the man who owns my heart. And most importantly of all, before I ran out on him without revealing who I am.

About an hour before the sun is due to rise, I admit defeat and drag my exhausted rear-end out of the nice warm bed. I stand up a little too fast, and the floor tilts beneath my feet as the room spins. Somehow, I manage to stumble into the bathroom before my stomach loses the battle.

I finish throwing up and collapse on the cool, tile floor and regret my life decisions.

Four weeks ago, I acted on impulse without considering all the consequences. I crawl over to the bathroom vanity and reach inside the bottom drawer for the pregnancy test I hid there a few days ago.

I can hear my mother’s voice “No time like the present,” echoing through my mind. My parents might be the most uninvolved parental units in history, but they did love to give totally irrelevant advice.

Before I’m able to change my mind, I open the little package and take out the white stick that will decide my fate. I go through the routine of taking the test and set it on the counter. Four minutes and I’ll have the answer.

While the test is percolating, I hop in the shower to wash the ickiness of my sickness off of me. I stand under the hot water until it runs cold before opening the cloudy glass door and stepping out.

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