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Then, “Why?”

I didn’t answer her.

I fucking loved feeding her and clothing her and holding her. I fucking loved doing all these things for this small girl who brought out all these unfamiliar feelings inside me.

I didn’t answer her. I placed her on the chair by the dining table and went to see what Lucy had cooked up for the night. My stomach growled at the chicken pasta set by the stove on top of a warming plate.

Lucy was a fucking godsend. Whenever I felt lost because I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing when it came to my kids, she had been like a guardian angel.

The only woman I hadn’t been able to live without, although—

My gaze shifted to Emmy, and she looked back at me with narrowed eyes.

She seemed moments away from bolting from her seat.

I pointed at her.

“You run, and I’ll chase you.”

I grinned when she gasped.

“I’m in the mood to play,” I added, “but I’m not sure you’re up for the kind of games I have in mind, are you, wildcat?”

She stared at me with her mouth agape, and I turned back to the food, my smile widening.

A part of me hoped she would call me out on it and run.

Wouldn’t it be fucking fun to chase her around the house?

My dick stirred at the thought of what I would do to her once I caught her.

Fuck, but I really hoped she’d run.

I prepared the food on one plate, piling on enough for the both of us.

Her brows lowered when I turned around with the plate, probably guessing what I was planning on doing.

She didn’t fight me when I set the plate down in front of her and pulled her off the chair.

Like the last time, I sat on the chair and took her into my lap. She wiggled, rubbing her ass against my dick in the best way possible. I grunted, trying to hold on to what little control I had whenever I was with her, and she turned to me.

“Is this a kink for you or something?”

I laughed.

I had never even helped feed anyone in my life, save for my boys and baby sister, and that had been when they were all little.

And I hadn’t fed my sister because I wanted to, but because our parents were pieces of shit, and if I didn’t, no one would.

The other women in my life had been temporary and served one purpose and one purpose alone.

To get me off.

My one long-term relationship had been with Veronica, the boys’ mom. I could only imagine how that Medusa incarnate would have reacted if I’d tried to place her onto my lap and feed her.

I shook my head and looked down at Emmy, tugging on a long strand of her hair playfully, and grabbed the fork.

I twirled the pasta around and brought it to her lips.

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