Page 111 of Ghost

I expected him to return to the bathroom to get dressed. What I didn’t expect was for him to drop the towel while he had his back to me.

I swallowed slowly as my eyes roamed over his back. The wide shoulders, the trim waist that led to the tight, very delectable ass that was almost eye level with where I sat at the end of the bed.

I had the most amazing sex with this man but had yet to see him naked. Until now.

He chuckled, and I looked up. My face hot with the flush of being caught ogling his backside.

“Like what you see?” He pulled his boxers up, covering my view, and turned around. Now another part of his anatomy was at my eye level, and while I couldn’t see it behind the boxers he wore, there was no mistaking the length and girth hidden from my view.

Hell, I remembered how he felt. I knew he wasn’t small. But Good God! He really did have a freaking anaconda.

Giggling at myself as I stared at his dick, I saw it twitch behind its covering. My eyes shot up, and he smiled.

“I love that fucking giggle.”

I rolled my lips between my teeth and looked away. Afraid if I spoke, I would embarrass myself further. Travis finished getting dressed, and he held my hand as together we walked downstairs to the main room.

It wasn’t full, but there were two very distinguishable voices that caught my attention immediately.

“Danny, just let her have cake.”

“She can’t have fucking cake for breakfast. She wouldn’t go to bed without eating cookies and now she wants cake. What the hell has she been feeding her?”

I stiffened at his words, and Travis squeezed my hand.

“She’s talking. I don’t fucking care what she eats.”

“Cakes,” Dani whined, and I knew immediately what the issue was.

Walking over, the three of them turned and looked at me.

“Mama, cakes.”

Ignoring both men, I picked up Dani and held her to me.

“Shh, baby. It’s ok. You can have cakes.”

“Dr. Jefferson—”

“Danny, I think at this point you can call me by my name.”

“Melissa.” He sighed. “She can’t have cake for breakfast.”

My smile was tight, and I reminded myself he had been gone for three months.

By his choosing.

Nonetheless, he was her father, and he just didn’t understand.

“She isn’t asking for cake. She is asking for pancakes. They’re her favorite.”

I set Dani on the chair, telling her I would be right back. Walking over to where the food was laid out, I added some eggs, some fruit and one pancake to Dani’s plate.

I sat next to her, handing her the fork after cutting up her pancake.

“Eggs, first.”

“No,” she said as she tried to stab a piece of pancake.

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