Page 73 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Actually, that’s exactly what you have to do. Come here.”

She was only half a foot away when he reached out and drew her into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, rocking her back and forth. Eventually, she relaxed into his embrace.

“I embarrassed myself,” she whispered.

“Nope,” he said, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and squeezing lightly. “You didn’t.”

“I did. And I don’t even remember doing it. Acted like a . . . like a . . . baby. So ashamed.”

Fuck no.

He wasn’t having that.

He lifted her up into his arms. She let out a squeal, holding on tight.

“Tobias!”

They were now face to face and he gave her a stern look. “Don’t start that shit with me, Immy.”

“What shit?” She pushed back against his chest, but if she thought he was going to let her go . . . she needed to think again.

“Being ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I climbed you like a tree! And stretched your T-shirt. I need to replace that.”

“You’re not replacing anything because I’m not getting rid of this T-shirt. I’m going to wear it proudly.”

She gaped at him. “I don’t understand.”

“Immy, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about because I thought you were cute as fuck.”

“You . . . you did?”

“Yep. And I’m glad that you trusted me to take care of you in that instance. I just hope that you knew I would look after you.”

“I . . . I don’t know. I know I take a while to wake up properly. Sometimes, I just lie in bed until I’m more fully awake. Other times, I go searching for one of the guys. I know I’m a grown woman who shouldn’t need cuddles to help her wake up?—”

“Did you hear me say that?” he demanded.

“Um, no.”

“No. Because who gives a shit if you’re grown or not. If you need fucking cuddles, then you’re gonna get cuddles. Understand?”

She was staring at him with wide eyes.

“Understand?” he growled.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. I understand.”

“Good. So what did we agree about what happened?”

“That I’m not to be embarrassed or ashamed and if I need cuddles then I darn well get cuddles.”

Suddenly,his sternness flipped into amusement. The man had more moods than she did pajamas.

And she had a lot of pajamas.

“That’s right, Cherry. All the cuddles.”

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