Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover
We touched down in New York late at night, the sky all starry and the city lights blinking below like a dream.
Josh had booked the presidential suite at some luxury hotel, the kind of place I’d only seen in magazines, and when we got there, I nearly fell over. It was massive, with a living room full of white sofas, a balcony overlooking Manhattan, and beds so big you could roll around without falling off.
“Holy shit, Josh, is this for real?” I asked, dropping my bag on the floor and running to the window. “Look at this view!”
“Like it, princess?” he said, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me, hands on my belly. “Wanted the best for you.”
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