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Ellie squeals and takes Bianca, laughing and smiling down at her. “Hey, little one. I’m Auntie Ellie and we’re going to have so much fun tormenting your daddy together.”

Bianca grins, showing off her little baby teeth. “Dada.”

My heart feels like it could explode as I swoop in and steal my daughter back from Ellie, giving her a tight hug. “I love you, Bia bean, and everything is going to be okay. You’re going to go with Auntie Skyla and she’s going to keep you safe, and me and Mama are going to come get you soon.”

Even though I know she doesn’t understand, it takes some of the weight off my shoulders.

Aiden looks at me, his upper lip curling before he stalks out of the room, pulling up the hood of his black jacket.

Skyla sighs and grabs a gym bag from the front closet, then opens it and stuffs a blanket into it. “I’m going to take her out to the car in this in case we’re being watched. I should be able to sit in the back with her while Aiden drives and as soon as we’re clear of the house, I’ll buckle her up.”

Gia hugs Skyla tight, tears gathering in her eyes. “Keep my baby safe.”

After hugging her back, Skyla nestles Bianca into the bag, leaving it open as she lifts it over her shoulder. She smiles and gives Gia another tight squeeze before following Aiden out the door.

Ellie stops in front of me. “I’m happy for you, Royce. See you in Vermont.”

She takes off, leaving me alone with Gia.

I clear my throat, wrapping one arm around Gia’s shoulders and pulling her to me as a sob breaks loose from her body.

Gia buries her face into my chest. Her arms loop around my waist as her shoulders shake and her tears soak the front of my shirt. “I didn’t think it was going to be this hard.”

“It’s going to be fine. None of them are going to let Noah get close to Bianca.”

“You can’t say that about your brother.” Gia takes a step back, wiping the tears from her eyes and pulling herself together. “We don’t know what he’s going to do, and he’s already said that he’s still thinking about killing me. We don’t know what that means for Bianca in the end.”

“Skyla won’t let him do anything.”

Gia nods, sitting down on the couch and putting her feet up on the coffee table while I engage the house’s security system on my phone.

As I sit down beside her, she moves to straddle my lap, hands on my shoulders. “I think I need a distraction; otherwise, all I’m going to do is think about what could happen to Bianca while we’re not with her, and I don’t want to do that.”

I skim my hands up her thighs and over her hips. “And you think using me for a distraction is a good idea?”

She leans back, slowly unbuttoning her shirt. “I think doing a lot of things with you is a good idea, but this might also be the only chance we get to be alone for who knows how long. Or we could die.”

My fingers sink into her hips as I drag her as close to me as possible. “Nobody is going to kill you. They have to get through me if they so much as want to lay a finger on you.”

The shirt hits the floor, and she reaches between her breasts for the front clasp of her bra. It falls away as I cup the back of her head and pull her in for a kiss.

Our mouths slant against each other. I trace the seam of her lips with my tongue, grinning when she gives a soft gasp.

Lifting my hips, I grind against her pussy through the thin layers that separate us, throbbing when her nails dig into my shoulders. I’m sure there are going to be scratch marks left on my skin, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She stands and sheds the leggings while I lose the joggers, more clothing hitting the floor before she settles back onto my lap.

I wind her hair around my fist, dragging her head back while my cock slides through her slick folds. She rolls her hips, grinding against me with a soft moan.

Her eyes burn with lust as she looks down at me. “I need you. Please.”

“You don’t want to take our time?” I ask, voice husky as I lean forward, biting one nipple and then the other, alternating back and forth until she’s writhing against me, one hand between her legs.

Each brush of her fingers over her clit has her nudging my cock, making me ache. I groan, shifting our position before plunging into her.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” I grind into her, loving the little mewl that falls from her lips as she rocks her hips with me.

She moves in time with the thrusts, her pussy pulsing around my cock. “More. Please. I need more.”