Page 99 of Tempted By her Daddies

He heard her take in a sharp breath. Fuck, she was light. Was she eating enough? Perhaps Salem needed to write her up an eating plan. He’d talk to him about it later.

He wasn’t going to waste his Bunny-time talking to Salem. He could talk to that boring asshole any old time.

“You’re mine, Bunny.”

“Why does it feel like those words should be accompanied by evil laughter?” she murmured.

He grinned as he walked with her on his hip into the large living room.

This room was probably the most relaxed room in this mansion other than their bedrooms.

“Right. We’re going to watch a game.”

“A game of what?” she asked, sounding suspicious. “Please don’t say cricket. Please don’t say cricket.”

He suspected he wasn’t meant to hear that last part as he turned away to grab the remote. So he decided to have a bit of fun with her as he turned back. “Cricket.”

She groaned.

“What’s wrong with cricket?” he demanded, his arms crossing over his chest as he glared down at her.

“It’s sooo boring. The only thing worse would be golf. Or watching paint dry. Please don’t make me watch cricket. My brain might explode.”

“Lucky for you, it’s not cricket.” He sat next to her and drew her onto his lap.

She was tense for a moment, but he simply held her until she started to relax.

“We should put your foot up.” He turned her in his lap and grabbed a cushion to place under her sore foot.

“My foot is fine,” she grumbled at him.

“You’ll let me take care of you,” he countered. “Or I will hear all about it from the other two.”

“Oh, is that the only reason you care?” she asked. “Because otherwise you’ll have to listen to the others gripe at you?”

“Yes.” Then he winked to let her know he was joking.

She shook her head at him and he pressed her cheek against his chest.

“Not going to be easy to watch the game like this,” she challenged.

“Hmm. I didn’t know you’d be such a football fan.”

Another small groan. “I should have guessed. At least it’s not cricket.”

“Cricket season is over, baby. But you’re right. How can you properly see? Here.” He laid his legs out so his feet rested on the coffee table. Then he twisted her back around so that her legs were on his.

These guys were nuts.

But she found herself resting back against Alexei as he turned on the television. Gradually, the warmth of his body made her feel sleepy. Could also have been the boredom of football. She knew lots of people loved it and she had no problem with that.

It just wasn’t for her. Maybe because she hadn’t grown up playing sports. She wasn’t sure.

A yawn escaped her and she wiggled on his lap. Suddenly, she realized that something hard was pressing into her ass.

Holy heck.

What was that?

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