Page 191 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Wait, where are we going?”

“To shower.”

Oh. Well, that made sense. Except . . .

“I left all my clothes in the gym.”

“So?” he countered.

“What if someone goes down to work out in the morning. They’ll see my bra and panties.”

“Hmm, and you’re worried that they’ll figure out that you were naughty and went to the gym when you weren’t supposed to?”

“I was thinking that they’d know we’d gotten up to something together.”

“So what if they do?” he asked as they entered his bedroom. He walked straight through to the attached bathroom and sat her on the counter.

Wow. The marble was so cold on her poor butt. She wrapped her arms around herself as he started the shower and turned back to her.

“Bunny, you know better than that,” he warned. “If they’ve got a problem with what we just did, they’ll come to me. And you aren’t to worry about it.”

“It doesn’t seem right, though,” she said worriedly. “I’m part of this too. I don’t want to upset anyone.”

“You aren’t going to upset anyone. We agreed to this sort of relationship with you. That means we all have to work at it and sort out our own issues with anything that happens.”

“And I should be a part of that.”

“Hmm. Let me think about that. Nope. Not for things like that. Jealousy, issues of who is spending time with you, getting you alone and being with you in a group concerns . . . all of that falls on us. There’s bound to be teething problems, but we can work that out. Besides, you’ve got enough to worry about, trying to stick to the rules and making sure you’re able to sit comfortably.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“If it’s something to do with me, though. Something I should change, then I want to know.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Dear Lord.

She rolled her eyes again.

“Did you roll your eyes at me?” he asked, placing his hands on the counter on either side of her hips.

“Who me? Nope.”

“I think you did.” He stripped off his sweatpants.

And wow. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Be still her heart.

No, really. It was racing so hard it kind of hurt. And she wasn’t sure if it was in excitement or trepidation.

Because the man was BIG.

And yes, the word was in capitals, because she had thought he might be large, but she wasn’t expecting this.

He ran his hand over his dick. It was semi-hard and as he stroked it, the darn thing got even bigger.

“Does that . . . is that . . . will that . . . oh Lord.” How had she not noticed how big it was last night?

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