Page 68 of Trusting You

“Fine, you win,” Carter says. She pats my cheek. “Down, Daddy.”

My new title coming from her lips…I go rock hard.

She can’t hide the glint in her eyes. This chick enjoys what she does to me.

Part of me wants to punish her in the sexiest way for it. Make her moan her apology while I satisfy myself by curling my tongue between her legs.

Lily wriggles in her spot in the crook of my arm, and I’m reminded that no, I am a dad, I’m definitely giving off dad-vibes. Faaaack.

“I’ll be back before midnight,” Carter assures, then confuses things by adding a wink.

“Whatever,” I grumble. “Have a great time. I’ll be here. Changing diapers. Dispensing bottles. Singing nursery rhymes.”

Carter offers a sweet, empathetic grin as she departs. “Welcome to parenthood, Mr. Hayes.”

Once she leaves, the apartment loses its warmth. I find it again in the bundle against my chest, and when I kiss Lily’s forehead, I can’t deny that Carter’s presence in this household is overwhelmingly fulfilling, and it’s no longer just for this baby’s sake.