Page 35 of Her Possessive Daddies

I glance at him, then at Seth, who’s leaning forward now, his elbows on his knees, his eyes locked on me. “I’m just… trying to understand what’s happening here.”

Seth grins, his voice smooth and teasing. “What’s happening is you’ve got two men sitting here, wondering what it’s going to take to get you to relax.”

I raise an eyebrow, trying to keep my tone light. “Relax? I’m not sure I know how to do that around you two.”

Corey chuckles, his hand moving from mine to my knee, his touch warm and steady. “Maybe we need to help you with that.”

Seth leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Yeah, maybe we need to show you how good it feels to let go.”

I hold my breath as Corey’s hand slides higher on my thigh, his fingers making me shiver. Seth’s watching me, his eyes dark, his lips curved in a smile that’s equal parts playful and dangerous.

“You’re blushing,” he says, his voice teasing. “I like it.”

I laugh, a nervous sound that catches in my throat. “I’m not blushing.”

“Oh you are,” Corey says, his hand moving still higher on my leg, his thumb brushing against my panties, making me gasp with surprise and pleasure. “And it’s adorable.”

Seth’s gaze is locked on me. “Adorable, yeah. But also sexy as hell.”

I feel my face heat up, and I reach forward to take a sip of the water Corey handed me earlier, trying to steady myself. “This is insane.”

“Maybe,” Corey says, his eyes boring into mine. “But you’re still here, which means you're considering what we're offering.”

My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my temples. Corey’s hand is still on my thigh, his fingers pressing just enough to make me shiver, and Seth’s leaning in closer, his breath warm against my ear. The room feels like it’s spinning, but not from the alcohol—from them. From the way they’re looking at me, like I’m the only thing that matters right now.

I take a deep breath as I try to steady myself. “I’m new to all of this,” I say, my voice shaky but with a hint of a laugh. “You know that, right?”

Corey smirks, his hand sliding higher, his thumb brushing against the edge of my panties. “We know. But you’re still here.”

Seth chuckles, his fingers still tangled in my hair, his other hand resting on the back of the couch. “Yeah, you’re not exactly running for the door. What’s that say about you?”

My mind is racing. This is crazy. This issocrazy. But then again, I don’t remember the last time I did something crazy. These feelings are so intense, so raw. Chandler’s face flashes in my mind, but I push it away. He’s not here. He’s not part of this. This is about me. About what I want.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Corey murmurs, his voice low and smooth, like he’s reading my mind. “Just let go.”

I glance at him, then at Seth, who’s watching me with that same smirk, like he’s daring me to take the leap. And then it hits me—why not? Why the hell not? I’ve spent so much of my life playing it safe, doing what I’m supposed to do, being the responsible one. But tonight? Tonight, I’m not that girl. Tonight, I’m someone else. Someone who takes what she wants.

“Okay,” I say, my voice steadier now, more confident. “Okay. Let’s do this. What happens now?"

Seth grins, leaning in so close I can feel the intense heat of his body. “Now,” he says, his voice a velvety purr, “we show you exactly what you’ve been missing.”

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COREY

Ihear Abbie’s short, frantic gasps as my hand moves higher, my fingers pressing against her core, sending a jolt of heat through me. Seth’s hand is woven through her hair, his fingers tangling in the curls, his touch gentle but insistent.

I feel her body responding to our touch, our words, our presence. She’s caught between us, our voices in her ear, and she seems tentative, maybe thinking about stopping us. But for now, she stays right where she is, caught in the intensity of the moment.

My hand is still on her thigh, my fingers pressing just enough to make her shiver, and Seth’s leaning in closer, his breath warm against her ear. The room feels like it’s spinning, but not from our night at the bar—from this. She’s the only thing that matters right now.

Abbie takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “This is all new for me,” she says, her voice shaky but with a hint of a laugh. “You know that, right?”

I smile, my hand sliding higher, my fingers beginning to work her under her skirt, loving the way her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure. “We know. But you’re still here.”

Seth chuckles, the sound ringing through the room. “You’re not exactly running for the door. What’s that say about you?”

She bites her lip, considering. I’m sure there’s a little inner turmoil going on.

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