instead, he hitched his arms under my backside. I curled my legs around his waist, pushing away all
thoughts of how ridiculous we must look. If my Daddy wanted to carry me to bed, who was I to
argue? As I settled myself under the sheets, he continued. “I pushed you tonight, further than I’d
expected to. I shouldn’t have. I know better than to change the rules when my boy is desperate and
needy.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t regret any of it,” I reassured him through a yawn. Daddy
combed his fingers through my hair, smiling down at me. “Seriously, I’m fine. Yes, I was horny, but I
still could have said no.”
“We’re still going to talk so we’re on the same page from now on,” he reiterated. I burrowed
myself deeper under the covers as he pulled up the blanket and slid in next to me, holding out a hand
in invitation to move closer. I wasn’t a fool; I scooted my exhausted butt back until Daddy’s chest was
pressed to my back, his arms holding me tight. I sighed as he pressed kisses to the back of my head. “I
don’t ever want to do anything to scare you off now that I have you.”
“You won’t,” I promised him, my words slurred with sleep. I didn’t waste a single second
worrying about my punishment. There was no need when I knew the man holding me would never hurt
me.
13
WILLIAM
I TOSSED AN ARM OVER MY EYES, SHIELDING THE MORNING LIGHT STREAMING THROUGH THE HIGH
windows in my bedroom. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept in. My sister liked to give me a
hard time because, no matter how late I got home, I was always up before the rest of the world. I
blamed it on the years of having a rigid schedule. But this morning, I felt rested. I shifted slightly,
careful to not wake the boy cradled in my arms, drooling on my chest. He looked so damn sweet. This
might’ve been the first time he appeared truly content. My heart swelled knowing I had helped him let
go of the worry and tension he carried around.
My bladder screamed for me to get out of bed, but my heart wasn’t ready. There was no guarantee
he wouldn’t wake up filled with regrets. Last night, I had crossed the line he’d drawn. I’d known
what I was doing, and yet I’d been unable to stop myself. If he ran, I couldn’t fault him, but I wasn’t
sure how long it would take for me to forgive myself.
I carefully rolled to my side, draping an arm over Corey’s body. He shifted in his sleep,
