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Does that make me shallow?

Maybe. But when he growled, “Spread your legs and get comfortable, baby,” I couldn’t find it within myself to care.

The first swipe of his tongue made my back bow off the bed, and I let out a long, “Oooh.”

He slowly circled my clit with his tongue, then took his time exploring my folds with his mouth. All those months of trying to convince myself that he wasn’t as good a lover as I’d made him out to be were quickly put to rest.

Sloane Davidson knew exactly where to touch me and how.

“God, I’ve missed you, baby,” he whispered as he pressed a finger inside my pussy. “So fucking much.”

I’d missed him, too, but I refused to admit it out loud.

Instead, I begged, “Don’t stop, Sloane! Please… don’t stop!”

“I’m not stopping until you come on my tongue, sweetness.”

And I had no doubt he meant it.

I lifted my hips to press my aching lady parts closer to his face. He didn’t hesitate to resume his attention to my needy pussy until I was gripping the comforter on his bed.

Every muscle in my body was tense as I teetered on the orgasmic cliff. Just as I was about to fall over, I heard Millie’s soft cries through the monitor.

Sloane heard it, too, because he lifted his head and forcefully declared, “She’s fine, baby. The only thing you need to worry about right now is coming for me, sweetness.” He flicked my clit faster with his tongue, in time with the tempo of his fingers fucking me. “Come for me right now!”

And my body obeyed him as if it recognized him as its master.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I chanted while shuddering from head to toe as my climax hit me like a freight train.

He didn’t stop until I squeezed my legs together, then he laid his head on my stomach and wrapped his arms around my middle.

“You are the sexiest woman on the planet,” he whispered.

Just then Millie’s whimpers turned into a full-blown cry.

“I’ll come back when I’ve fed her,” I promised. I wasn’t going to leave him with blue balls. We had an agreement.

“Bring her down here,” he suggested. “Let me help you with her.”

“There’s not much you can do. I’m the one with the milk-filled boobs.”

I saw his shoulders lift in the moonlight. “I can change her diaper or burp her.”

I could tell this was important to him, and since he’d just delivered a top-notch orgasm with his tongue, I wanted to honor his request.

“Put some chonies on,” I teased. “I’ll be right back.”

Chapter Fifty-Three

Sloane

With just her towel wrapped around her, Ashley slipped out of my room and up the stairs while I pulled a pair of underwear from my drawer and sat on my bed to put them on.

I heard her say through the monitor, “Hi, hungry girl. Do you want to go see your daddy?”

Daddy. That was me. I had a daughter. I looked down at my lap with a smile, then noticed the shiny, hairless skin on my legs.

My scars mocked me, even in the darkness. Was it fair to put a kid through having a father who looked like me? I wasn’t so sure.

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