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Hmm…Hanson was going to have to add bubble bath to the grocery list. Yeah, I was going to have to have a conversationwith him or start doing a lot of random shopping on my own…and that wouldn’t be suspicious at all.

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DALLY

He was so long-winded.

What were they doing?

Giving Santos time to handle the Daddy versus Papa roles in bed conversation might have been a strategic error.

At the very least I should’ve brought my phone so I had something to do while I killed time.

“All clean.” Santos’s relaxed tone made it sound like they were all done washing Harley’s hands instead of his ass. “And that’s all clean enough to be Daddy if you want to.”

With a condom, yes.

Harley sucked in a breath but it was a happy sound and I pictured him turning around in the shower. “Really? I was a good boy. I’m all clean?”

Yeah, little had definitely been the way to go with this particular conversation…and they’d managed to have it without Santos having a heart attack.

Being a good partner was hard but I was incredible.

“Yes.” There was a pause in the conversation and I was pretty sure Harley got a kiss, which was the sign that I could escape my tiny prison. “The Papa will wear a condom and you can be the Daddy.”

As I came out, Harley was bouncing his head and doing a happy dance under the spray. He shot me a beaming smile as I went over to the ridiculously oversized sink and washed my hands. “Daddy? I’m all clean. I can be the Daddy.”

He didn’t seem to have an issue with the condom aspect so I returned his smile and didn’t mention that part. “That’s great. You’re going to have so much fun being the Daddy.”

I certainly did.

It was the best position and we needed to make sure Harley understood how incredible being the Daddy could be.

But Santos seemed to be at the point where he wasn’t sure what to say because he was definitely overthinking the situation. So I took over as I climbed in the shower glaring at the other spray. “Hmm, I don’t know if I like this showering by myself thing.”

My frown and crossed arms got a giggle from Harley. “You’re naked.”

So I couldn’t be upset?

“I am.” Wiggling my hips, I made my dick dance side to side and got another giggle out of him. “Daddy’s turn to get all clean.”

Harley seemed to be finished rinsing off and was grinning ear to ear as he came over to the other side of the monstrous shower. “We’ll help.”

Snickering, he waved his hands at Santos who was smart enough to understand that meant Harley needed soap. “We’re good helpers.”

That seemed to be hilarious based on his helpers being Doms connection and he giggled as he brought his wonderfully large hands up to my chest. “I’m a helper.”

That was so funny it even made Santos smile. “You’re a very good helper.”

“You too, Papa.” Harley took being a good helper to heart because he turned me around so my ass was facing toward Santos. “Be a good helper. Daddy’s sticky.”

I giggled as Santos seemed to be trying not to sigh. “You’re right. I’ll be a good helper.”

As he mumbled something about trying not to get hard, I realized he was taking being good with our boy to an extreme he didn’t need. So I waved my ass at him and offered it up. “You got it dirty, so you need to clean it.”

Harley was back to snickering but he was intently focused on my chest and pretending he wasn’t teasing my nipples. “Got to clean up our messes.”

Santos was quiet, but after a moment, he brushed his lips against my neck and relaxed into the fun of getting clean. “Your Daddy just likes making me do all the work.”

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