Page 154 of Her Daddies' Everything

“I don’t need pajamas,” he told her.

“Sure you do. What size are you? Extra-extra-large for your ego?”

“Brat. I’m not extra-extra-large. And I don’t wear pajamas.”

“Then what do you wear to bed? A T-shirt and boxers?”

“Nope.”

She stared up at him expectantly. Then he grinned. It was a wicked grin.

“Well?” she said impatiently. What was the big secret?

“I don’t wear anything at all.”

Oh unicorn poop.

She really shouldn’t have asked.

“I shouldn’t have asked.” She put her hands over her eyes as though he was naked right now.

He started to laugh and she moved her hands, staring up at him in wonder. “You’re so sexy when you laugh.”

Oh cupcakes!

Why had she said that?

“I mean, uh, I mean, I like your laugh!”

“You think I’m sexy.” His eyes were half-lidded as he gazed at her.

“No, no, no. I do not think you’re sexy! I mean you’re handsome, but you’re not sexy!”

“Is that so? What if I took off my shirt, would you think I’m sexy then?” He reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and she squealed, covering her eyes again.

Only this time, she parted her fingers slightly so she could peek out.

Hey! A girl could only be so good. And she was willing to bet that he had an amazing body.

“I can see you peeking,” he told her. “Want to see what I’ve got under this T-shirt?”

“No,” she squealed, dropping her hands as he picked her up and carried her to the sofa, setting her down on it. “And what is with everyone picking me up and putting me wherever they want to?”

He crouched in front of her. “You don’t like it?”

Oh cupcakes.

“And before you answer, you should remember that I don’t like to be lied to.”

She sighed, shoulders slumping. “I don’t think it’s lying, exactly. More like exaggerating the truth.”

He gave her a stern look.

“Fine. I like being carried around.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

Immy bit her lower lip until he reached up to pull it out of her teeth. “Isn’t it?”

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