Page 5 of Their Little Helper

HARLEY

He really wanted to?—

He was going to?—

While he?—

“Hmm. I think we need to restart your brain a bit. You seem to be stuck.” Dally’s idea of fixing me should’ve scared me enough to make my brain work again, but it didn’t until he’d already pinched my nipple and sparks fired through me. “Oh, those are sensitive. That’s so sexy, baby.”

I was pretty sure I’d been Dally’d again, but I didn’t think I wanted it to stop.

I’d have to actually spend time away from him breathing and finding reality again to make sure of that, though. He was amazing and amazingly confusing and amazingly distracting and amazingly sexy too.

And he was on my lap.

Wiggling on my lap.

Did he know what he was doing to me?

“I.” Oh, had he asked a question? His smile and the expectant expression on his face said he had. But what had he asked me?

“Let’s try that again.” Grinning, he shook his head and tried to pretend to frown at me but he was too happy for it to be believable at all. “Someone’s mind was wandering.”

Because he’d turned it off.

“Do you prefer chest or boobs?” The question was so confusing I just blinked at him. He didn’t need much of a response from me to keep going, though.

His gaze dropped down and he patted one pec sending more sparks through me. “Did you know technically everyone has breasts but most men seem incredibly stubborn about the whole chest versus breast issue. Some people are just pigheaded about the strangest things.”

Did I have an opinion on that?

Looking down at where his hand was still petting me, I shrugged. “Um, I guess I usually think of them as pecs but I think…I think my doctor mentioned the breast tissue thing at some point. It’s…it’s vaguely familiar.”

I hadn’t really paid a lot of attention to the technical details when it’d first started happening when I was a teenager. I’d been a bit too panicked for those kinds of points, but I’d mostly caught up after the shock.

It’d just taken me a few years to get there.

“That was a very good explanation, baby.” Dally was so proud of me he kissed my cheek again, and something about his genuineexcitement had me blushing and squirming. “I’m very proud of you.”

I was never going to stop blushing and squirming if he didn’t stop being so nice to me. “I…it’s easier if I don’t look at you.”

Did I need to apologize for that?

No.

He giggled.

“You’re just so cute.” His response made me want to push back without thinking about it, but he rolled his hips and clenched his butt cheeks and chased the words away. “Rewards for a good boy.”

Wow.

That was hot too.

Was it okay that it was turning me on?

“More rewards for good boys who ask their questions.” Dally clenched again as his fingers teased over my nipple, barely caressing me and giving me just enough sensation to make me want more. “I know you have one. Can you try to ask it?”

How was I supposed to tell him no when he sounded so sweet and innocent?

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