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Looking into Riley’s bedroom, I remember the look on my daughter’s face and shake my head. “No.” I face Shelby, and my heart pangs. “Drink your juice and take a shower. I’ll bring it in a few minutes,” I order.

“Yes, Dad.” Shelby nods with an exaggerated eye roll.

At this point, she’s just trying to piss me off. It’s working, and something she’ll pay for later.

“I’m definitely not your dad,” I mutter, watching her slip into her room.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Leonard

The bedroom door glides open silently, my bare feet sinking into the cream carpet as I enter the guest bedroom—Shelby’s room . . . for now.

I feel my cock stir at the thought of her being in my bedroom permanently,our bedroom.I’ve been patient this long. I can wait a little longer.

The sight I walk into makes my heart pound and my cock rock hard.

Shelby lies on her back across the foot of the bed, wrapped in a white towel. My blood heats at the sight.

God, I love this woman.

Spying her bare left hand, I push down my impatience. I need to make her mine.Soon,I remind myself.

Chuckling, I close the door and make my way over to the bed.

“You’re supposed to be tucked up in bed.” I tut.

“Hi.” Shelby stretches the word out, turning her head to greet me.

“You tired, baby?” I ask, dropping a gentle kiss to her left cheek.

“Mm-hmm.” She blinks slowly.

“Good girl for drinking your juice,” I praise.

“You’re so bossy,” she grumbles.

I smile at the way her brow furrows when my fingers confidently tug at the corners of her towel where it’s tucked at the centre of her chest.

Shelby stares down her nose at my quick-working fingers. “What are you doing?”

“Taking what I want.”

“What do you want?” she whispers.

Leaning down, I touch my nose to hers and match her volume. “You.”

Shock covers her face, then confusion.

I love this part. When she figures it out.

Shelby’s eyes widen as I pull the ends of the towel apart, revealing her body.

“You,” she breathes.

“Me.” I smirk.

“I don’t understand.” She blinks, shaking her head.