Page 44 of Their Forever Daddy

Cupping the back of her neck, Edie drew her in and did the only thing she could think of when faced with that overwhelming beauty.

She kissed her.

Jesse froze, and it was like having ice water thrown on her. Jerking back, Edie stared at her babygirl’s stunned expression, suddenly feeling as though she might be sick.

Not your babygirl anymore. Remember?

She knew that. God, she knew that in her bones. But her emotions were all still one big jumble and her brain was scrambled and?—

Fuck.

“God, Jesse, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just… I wasn’t thinking.”

The silence between them felt as heavy as summer in August in South Carolina, and it seemed to trap the air in Edie’s lungs.

Until, finally, Jesse smiled. Not the wide grin she was known for, but the barest curve of her lips into something far more intimate and sensual than she gave the world. “I don’t want an apology.”

“What do you want?”

“You. I want you. Kiss me again, Edie.”

It was wrong. She knew it was wrong. But just then, with the weight of her woman on her lap as she smiled that seductive little smile, Edie couldn’t for the life of her remember why it was wrong.

So she did it again.

A little tentative at first, reminding her of when they’d first gotten together. A slow, easy exploration of each other’s mouths as Jesse opened for her.

Surrendered to her.

Then Jesse whimpered, and something inside Edie just… snapped.

Sweet and tender turned hungry and demanding in a heartbeat. And then they were horizontal, frantic hands tugging at clothing, pulling and ripping until they were both completely, gloriously naked.

Cupping one heavy breast in her hand, Edie rolled the nipple between her fingers and squeezed gently. Jesse gasped into the kiss, arching up beneath her, offering herself up like some pagan sacrifice.

A creaking sound broke through the haze of desire clouding Edie’s brain and she jerked her head up to find Grant stepping back into the living room, an odd expression on his face.

And she was reminded very suddenly and very violently why kissing Jesse was so wrong.

Guilt immediately flooded her, making her feel as though she might be sick. “Oh my god. Grant. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She tried to pull away, but Jesse’s arms were still locked around her, holding her in place.

“Stop.” The order—and there was no doubt in her mind it was an order—had her pausing her struggle to free herself from Jesse’s arms. When she stilled, his gaze shifted from her to his babygirl. “Do you want Edie to keep kissing you, baby?”

Jesse nodded, her smile widening. “Yes, Daddy.”

He didn’t respond right away. His gaze traveled from Jesse to Edie and back again before he finally nodded. “You heard our babygirl, Edie.”

Our babygirl. There was so much weight behind those two words, and she knew she should stop to unpack it. Talk about what it meant. For now, for the future.

But she couldn’t make herself stop. The need for her woman was a living, breathing thing inside her. So she lowered her head, capturing Jesse’s lips in another hungry kiss.

When the floor creaked again, she looked up. Grant was still watching them, but he’d taken a step back, as if in retreat. “Where are you going?”

“I thought you two might like a little privacy.”

Warmth spread through her chest at the offer. And while she appreciated the gesture, it also didn’t feel right to leave him out. “You should stay. Don’t you agree, babygirl?”

Beneath her, Jesse hummed with approval. “Stay, Daddy.”

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