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He removes it with as much care as everything else. Even though the curtains are closed, there’s still too much light. I blink until my eyes adjust.

“I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up. I’ll be right back.”

I nod to show I’ve understood. I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. I’m floating and so damn satisfied, but that sensation of being on the edge of tears is getting stronger.

When he returns, I sniff and whimper, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? What for, baby?”

I shrug hopelessly.

“Crying after an intense scene is natural, baby.” He cleans me up, lies beside me, and pulls me into his arms, kissing and stroking me.

“It is? It’s never happened before.”

He chuckles. “Maybe this is the most intense scene you’ve ever experienced.”

I think about that and realize he’s right. I clutch hold of him, needing to be as close to him as possible. “That was so good, Daddy. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

“Even though I couldn’t hear you or see you?”

“I could tell how much you were enjoying it and how much you wanted me.” He kisses me softly. “I hope you could tell how much I wantedyou.”

“Yes.”

He kisses my forehead. “Rest for as long as you need. I’ve got you.”

I smile and close my eyes. “Thank you, Daddy. For everything.”

Chapter Eight

Emmet

“I should be showing you around New York,” I say sleepily.

I’m not sure how long we’ve been dozing, only that our time together is ticking away and my stomach is starting to grumble.

“You have.” Ty traces spirals on my arm. “Besides, I’m happy here, Daddy.”

“Breakfast?”

He chuckles. “I think it might be lunchtime.”

I check the time on my cell. He’s right. “Lunch?”

He hums in the affirmative.

“I’ll set some clean clothes out for you.” I kiss his forehead and attempt to get out of bed, but he catches my hand and threads his fingers through mine, staring at me intently.

“You want to choose clothes for me?”

Yes. “Would you rather rummage through my drawers?”

He shakes his head. “No one’s ever told me what to wear before.” He rolls his eyes. “Since I was about five, anyway.”

“Is it okay if I do? I want to take care of you.”