Page 161 of Pucking Daddy

"Come with me," I gasp. "Jaxon, please—"

"Fuck, yes." His hand slides between us, finding my clit, and that's all it takes.

We fall together.

My orgasm crashes through me at the same moment I feel him pulse inside, hot and thick.

He buries his face in my neck, groaning my name, and I hold him through it—through the tremors that shake us both, through the slow return to earth.

When our breathing finally steadies, he doesn't pull out. Instead, he shifts us onto our sides, tucking me against his chest, his still-semi-hard cock nestled inside me.

His fingers trace lazy patterns on my shoulder, and I press a kiss to the hollow of his throat.

"I love you," he murmurs into my hair.

I tilt my head up to look at him. In the dim light, I see the vulnerability in his expression—the same raw, terrifying, wonderful vulnerability I feel in my own chest.

“I love you, too,” I tell him.

***

The next day, I’m a little early to pick Lily up from school.

She’ll be happy about that. She likes it when I’m already waiting when the bell rings. Says it makes her feel like she’s the first kid in the world someone came for.

The thought pulls a smile from me.

The spring air is cool enough that I’m glad for the light sweater I threw on before leaving the apartment.

I quickly type a message to Danny.

Me:

We got it!

Danny:

Woohoo! Congratulations! I couldn’t be happier for you!

Danny:

How’s your husband?

I ignore the eggplant emoji he sent.

Me:

Over the moon and in love.

Danny:

Ugh. You two are sickening.

Me:

Love you too.

I tuck my phone away and head toward the front entrance, passing a row of cheerful chalk drawings fading on the sidewalk—flowers, suns, a lopsided rainbow. Someone’s attempt at a dog that looks more like a potato with legs.