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I haul her up to me, pushing her shorts down as I go. She’s poised above me, and as she sinks down, encasing me with her heat, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.

She swivels her hips, and a tremor works its way up from the base of my spine. “Nat. Wait. Protection.”

“I have an IUD.”

And with that, I thrust up from beneath her, setting our pace. She rides me with abandon, seeking her pleasure and taking it until she’s a writhing mess, calling my name as she comes. An embarrassingly short amount of time later, I find my own release, loving the way it feels to finish inside of her.

“Jesus, Small Fry,” I groan out the words, and she looks so proud that I don’t even care that I just got off in my backseat like a sixteen-year-old. All I care about is keeping that smile on her face forever.

Holy shit, did I just thinkforever?

Natalie fumbles around until she finds her top, pulling it on. I’m expecting her to climb into the front seat—and excited for the view it will give me—but instead, she carefully exits the car and rushes to open the passenger door. Standing between the two open doors gives her a bit of privacy as she roots around in her purse until she finds baby wipes. She flips the pack open and grabs a few and uses them to clean me off of her thighs.Huh. Who knew those things were so useful?

I scoot over and climb out as well, and she passes me a wipe. I take care of business before tucking myself back into my pants and buttoning up. With us both redressed, I cage her against the car and kiss her deeply. “Tonight was more than I could’ve ever imagined.”

She smiles up at me and then ducks into the car, where she promptly buckles up. “Tonight was perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

“Damn straight it was.” My chest puffs up like a proud peacock. “Now, let’s get you back to your car so you can get home to our daughter.”

CHAPTER 37

NATALIE

I’m sohigh on Alden, the entire drive home feels like a blur. I can still feel the way he moved inside me, and while tonight was amazing, my body already craves more. More of him, more of his touch, more of the pleasure only he can give me.

In my parking lot, I sit in the car for a few moments, pulling down the visor and flipping open the mirror to make sure I’m presentable. Other than some seriously messy sex hair, I’m good to go. I finger comb it back into place the best I can and exit my vehicle.

Inside, the house is quiet and dark. Jenny is on the couch watching television, the volume barely audible, and Tatum fast asleep in her lap.

“Hey,” I whisper, bending to scoop up my girl.

“She fell asleep on our second round ofTrolls. I was too scared to move her.”

My shoulders shake with silent laughter. “How long?” I ask, walking back to Tatum’s room.

“Long. At least three hours. I can’t feel my left arm or my ass.”

Jenny waits in the hall as I tuck Tatum in. I pull her door to behind me, leaving it partially open. “Three hours? You poor thing! Good thing about Tatum is, once she’s out, she’s out.”

“Now you tell me!” Jenny rolls her eyes.

I roll mine right back, adding a valley-girl-worthy scoff.

“Speaking of telling, why don’t you tell me about tonight, Miss Sex Hair?”

Gah! I guess I did a lousy job of smoothing it down.“It was amazing.” I delve into our date, sparing her the dirty details—they’re only for Alden and me—much to Jenny’s disappointment.

“Well, I’m glad y’all are figuring this out. You two deserve it.”

As the weeks pass,and fall rolls in, Alden and I seem to find our dating stride while he and Tatum continue to grow their bond. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing the two of them together. Their connection is magical—the kind of relationship every girl wants with her daddy. The kind I had up until I became a teen mom.

To say I miss my parents would be an understatement. And more importantly, Tatum misses them. I get that I let them down, and that this is hard for them, but my God, if Alden can forgive me, so can they.

But, they’re both as stubborn as the day is long. So, it’s going to be up to me to extend an olive branch.

I’m in the middle of a shift when the idea strikes. I quickly check on my tables before dashing off in search of Alden. I find him in the kitchen chatting with Darren about some menu changes.

Like he can sense me, he turns and looks at me. His stare is heated as it drags over my body, lingering in all the right places.We’ve gotten down and dirty a few times since our second first time, but I still want him. Bad. I’m talkingif that man doesn’t sex me up soon, I might diebad.

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