Chapter 1
Ivy’s POV
“Daddy, it really hurts tonight,” I whispered, standing in the doorway of his home clinic with my bare feet on the cool tile floor.
I tugged at the bottom of my oversized university t-shirt, trying to pull it down over my plain cotton panties, but it barely covered anything.
The thin fabric kept riding up and I knew he could see the curve of my ass cheeks if I shifted even a little.
“These deep cramps keep twisting inside me and nothing I do makes them stop.”
My voice came out small and needy on purpose. I had been practicing how to sound just right all evening.
Marcus turned around, filling up the whole space in those dark gray scrubs he wore at home.
The silver at his temples caught the hallway light and his broad shoulders looked strong and solid.
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