Page 137 of Her Daddies' Everything

A lot.

“It isn’t anything he hasn’t seen before,” Immy said, her eyes closing.

Jenner gaped down at her. What was she talking about?

“What?” Abe asked in a low, dark voice. “What does she mean by that?”

“I don’t know. Immy, what does that mean?” Jenner asked.

“What?” She opened her eyes and gaze around at them all. “You’ve all seen boobs before, right? Immy’s boobs aren’t anything special. Kind of small. Not that exciting.”

Oh. That’s what she’d meant.

“Sampson, can you run the bath?” Jenner asked.

“Noo,” she complained. “He does it too cold cause he says I’ll burn myself. And he doesn’t use bubbles cause he says I’ll slip over. I want Issy or Abby to do it.”

“I’ll do it if you stop calling me Abby,” Abe told her.

“You’ll do it anyway, cause you love me,” she replied.

She totally had him pegged. Had them all pegged. Because there was nothing that they wouldn’t do for her.

Abe disappeared into the bathroom with a sigh. They heard the water running and Immy groaned.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Now I got to go pee,” she complained.

“All right, I’ll carry you to the toilet.” Jenner stood with her in his arms and walked in to find that Abe was squirting bubble bath into the bath water.

“She needs to pee.”

“I’ll help her,” Abe said, standing.

Jenner immediately shook his head. “I have her.”

Abe eyed him with an unfair amount of suspicion. What the hell did he think he was going to do? Then he nodded and left, closing the bathroom door behind him.

Jenner set Immy on her feet in front of the toilet and she swayed. “Immy don’t wanna be sick.”

“I know, baby.”

“Sucks.”

“I know it does.”

“Is it ‘cause Immy was a bad girl?” she asked.

He was reaching under her T-shirt to pull her panties down when he paused. “What are you talking about? How was Immy a bad girl?”

She blinked down at him. “Forced you to kiss me.”

Shit.

Fuck.

Was that what she thought? How could she think that? Forced him? Immy weighed a good eighty pounds less than him and she had no real strength in her arms. How could she ever force him?

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