There are two elevators in the building. One grants access to all the other apartments, and one grants direct access to my penthouse. I press my thumb to a scanner beside my personal elevator and help Ally inside. I don’t complain at all when she still clings to me the whole way up. Her tits press into me, and I let my hand around her waist slide down until I can feel the gentle swell of her ass. Fuck. My resolve to stay uninvolved and avoid making things personal went to shit about thirty minutes ago when I invited her to my place. I might as well embrace it now.

But my thoughts temporarily sideline when the elevator dings and opens to my penthouse suite. Sydney sits on the couch playing with her phone and Gage is rolled up in blankets beside her, sound asleep. The sound of the elevator doors wake Gage though, and he sits up quickly.

“Daddy!” He says, shedding his blankets and padding across the black fur rug to hug me.

I kneel down, catching his hug and squeezing him back. “When did you get so big?” I ask, smiling. He’s five now. It still seems crazy that he’s already so old.

He laughs. “I weigh forty-seven pounds, Daddy.”

I ruffle his hair. “That’s huge! What has Sydney been feeding you?”

Sydney puts her phone down and smirks. “Let’s see...ice cream, candy, chocolate…”

Gage laughs and then his eyes widen when he notices Ally beside me. “Daddy. Who is she?” asks Gage. “She’s pretty.”

“I think so too,” I say, winking at Ally. “This is a friend of mine.”

His eyes light up. “You have a friend!” He claps his small hands. “Is she going to spend the night?”

I scratch the back of my head. “Let’s not worry about that right now, buddy. Why don’t you go pick out a present? Just one though, okay?”

Gage scampers off to the room where the tree and presents are. Sydney is grinning at Ally and me. “Well, I had better get out of here and give you two lovebirds some privacy. Gage will probably pass out as soon as you put him in bed. He didn’t nap at all today.”

I was planning on asking Sydney to stay incase Gage woke up, but seeing that she saw through my intentions so quickly, I would feel strange having her in the apartment when she knows what’s going on. “Thanks, Sydney.”

“Any time,” she says, still grinning. “Make good choices.”

I shake my head. “Would you just go already?” I ask.

She backs toward the elevator. “You know you need to wait till he goes to sleep, right?”

“Keep annoying me and I won’t pay you,” I say.

Sydney holds her hands up in surrender, stepping into the elevator and waving before the doors close.

“She’s...interesting,” says Ally.

“No kidding. I tried all kinds of babysitters and nannies for Gage, but he was an animal for all of them. Sydney was the only one he liked. The little guy is in love with her.”

Ally laughs. “That’s cute.”

Gage comes tearing around the corner with what looks like the biggest present he could carry. His pajama-clad feet slide on the hardwood and he crashes into the doorway, bouncing off and spilling to the ground. He pops back up like it’s nothing, picking the present up again and rushing to stand in front of us. “Can I sit by Miss Ally?” he asks.

Ally turns to me and raises her eyebrows. I nod, smiling. We both sit on the couch as Gage rubs the present and gives it a few shakes.

“You’re sure that’s the one you want, bud?” I ask.

He nods, giving us a toothy smile before tearing the present open. “Yes!” He yells, jumping off the couch and fist-pumping. “Yes!”

He has a thing for Lego knights and castles and I got him the biggest one they had. “Why don’t you go ahead to your room where you can play with that till you go to bed?”

He starts running for his room and then he stops, turning to face us. “Good night, Miss Ally. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Ally blushes beside me and twinkles her fingers at him. “Night. Don’t stay up too late.”

When we hear Gage’s door shut, Ally turns to me, biting her lip. “You seem like a really great dad.”

“He seems to like you a lot,” I say.

Ally meets my eyes. I notice her hands between her thighs, clenched tightly. Her arms press her tits together, giving me an irresistible view of her cleavage. “What about you, Mr. Wolfe?”

I smirk. “I can’t say yet. I like what I see, but I’d need to see the rest to know for sure.”

She bites her lip and hooks a finger through the shoulder strap of her blouse and bra, pushing it down. Her clothes slide down just enough to show me just the faintest hint of her nipple. My cock strains against my slacks as I lean forward, moving my hand behind her neck and pulling her toward me for a kiss. Her lips are lustrous, warm, silky and wet against mine. Her taste is incredible.

One touch, and I know I have to have her. Again and again.