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“If she’ll agree to it.” I’m honest because I might need my kids to help me convince her. “Would you be alright with that?”

“Yeah, I’ve always liked her.” He pauses for a second, then reticently asks, “But what about Mom?”

“What about her?” I’d send her to a prison in Siberia if I could get away with it.

“She’s not going to like it.” Ain’t that the fucking truth.

“You leave McKenna to me.” Despite his frequent annoyance with the woman, deep down, he loves her. She’s his mother after all, but the bitch is toxic as waste.

“That’s going to end badly,” Nate mutters, and I can’t help but agree. The woman is violent when she doesn’t get what she wants.

“I’ll have it handled, Nate. Don’t worry about a thing, got it?” He nods, and I leave so he can change and get back to his game. As I walk down the hall, Hester tiptoes out of Scarlett’s room and slowly closes the door. “She out?” I startle the magnificent woman, and she nearly stumbles into the door.

“Y-y-yes.” Hand to her heart, I can see it racing.

Sliding a hand around her waist, I tug her into my body, nuzzling into her neck and inhaling deeply before peppering her soft throat with kisses until she’s pliant in my embrace. “Good, because you and I have a date.”

I walk her backwards, her feet barely touching the cushiony carpet as I guide us to our room. “C-c-cato, w-w-wait.” I pause, refusing to release her, as I close and lock the door behind me.

“Say it right,” I growl, nipping her earlobe.

Her breath hitches. “Wh-what?”

Biting harder, I draw back and level her with a stern glare. “You know exactly what I want to hear, kitten. Don’t make me ask again.”

Her eyes widen, and I damn near get lost in the sea of green reflecting back at me, lust and wariness fighting for dominance. “D-d-daddy,” she sighs so quietly I nearly miss it.

“Good girl.” I brush my fingers through her hair and scoop it up in my hand, wrapping it around my wrist so I have a solid hold of her. “There are so many things I want to do to you, do with you, but tonight I’ll settle for my body rocking inside yours.”

She whimpers, her thighs squirming, heart racing, and pulse pounding in her throat, but she’s still wary, and as much as I want to plow through it, I’ll remain patient.

Leaning down, I capture her lips, hoping to infuse her with the confidence to convey what she wants. Rubbing my dick into her soft belly makes me groan and hold her tighter, knowing I’m about to have her completely.

“Tell me, pretty girl,” I whisper. She pulls back slightly, licking her lips, before rubbing her hands up and down my chest.

It takes a minute for bravery to kick in and push her to speak, but she does, and fuck, is her husky, lust-filled voice addicting. “I’m sc-sc-scared, D-d-d-daddy.”

My eyes close without thought, savoring the way she calls me that, so fucking innocent, so trusting. “That’s okay, pretty girl, we’ll go slow. We’ll discover all your hidden desires together.”

She agrees, seeming to feel better, but I won’t press my luck by stripping her bare before she asks me to.

“Th-thank y-y-y-you, Daddy.” Fuck. My dick spurts pre-cum like she’s just sucked it down like her favorite candy.

Groaning, I press my head to hers, then pull back and lead her to the bed. Urging her to sit, she hops up, and her feet dangle. Fuck, I love how much smaller she is than me. “Slow,” I quietly say, kneeling in front of her.

She nods, her hands on the bed next to her hips.

I unlace her little ankle boots and slide them off her feet. Setting them neatly together at the bedpost, I take her thick socks next. “You’re always dressed like it’s fifty degrees. Why?” I’ve noticed her shivering a few times too. I already know she suffers from chronic embarrassment, so I’ve never questioned it until now.

“I-I’m c-c-cold a-a-all the t-t-time.”

I’m not surprised, given how thin she is.

“You have a high metabolism, yeah?” She nods as I fold her socks into her boots. “More protein in your diet will help with that.” My tone stays casual when what I’d like to do is get her to a doctor to find out if something more is going on and the best way to help her.

Shame crosses her features, and I feel like an ass as she lowers her head to her chest.

“Hester.” I take a firm tone as I tilt her chin back up until she meets my eyes. “There’s not a damn thing wrong with you, and I’m sorry it felt like I implied that. My intention is to help you, but only if you want it. Okay?”