Page 147 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Immy, drink,” Tobias said from behind her.

She blinked.

Okay. How had she ended up in one of her fantasies? Jenner in front of her, Tobias behind her.

Of course, in those fantasies, she wasn’t dressed in a pair of pajamas with wizard hats on them, with her messy hair in a bun that hadn’t been washed in days, and Jenner wasn’t trying to ply her with Gatorade.

But, hey, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“Immy, open.”

Oh. My. God. This is what had happened in her dream! Only Jenner hadn’t been trying to get her to drink.

At least, not to drink Gatorade.

But she’d drink from his cock all day long.

Wait. That sounded wrong. She’d suck on his cock all day long.

Better, Immy. Better.

Wait.

She wasn’t talking out loud, was she?

She turned her head slightly toward Tobias. “I’m not talking out loud, am I?”

“Um, you mean right now?” Tobias asked.

“No, I meant before.”

“No. But now I want to know what you were saying.”

“Best not to ask,” she advised.

Whew.

“Open, Immy. You’re likely dehydrated. Unless you want me to call Eric,” Jenner said in a low voice.

“I think I might be understanding why I have an Eric aversion,” she muttered.

“You have an Eric aversion because you think that he’s always trying to stick stuff up your butt. Which, by the way, he could do to get you hydrated.”

Oh, heck, no.

“That is not happening! I will put slime in his shoes. Or a dead rat in his glove box.”

Yep.

That would be hilarious. If only she had a dead rat, access to his glove box, and an industrial suit so she could touch said dead rat.

“Immy, open your mouth and drink your drink like a good girl,” Tobias told her in a low voice. “Or I’m going to have to put you on my lap and feed you the drink like a bottle.”

Immy froze.

Oh heck no.

Had he really just said that to her?

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