Page 7 of Their Little Helper

I was kind of afraid to know what the answer to that question was, so I decided not to ask and tried to figure out a quick way to distract him just in case. “Who’s everyone?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re so distracting, baby. Everyone would be my family. There’s lots of them, so don’t worry about names. Just be yourself and they’ll love you.”

Dally seemed very confident about that, so arguing felt like it’d be rude even though there was no way he could be right. “I’m glad.”

“So cute.” He was the one who was cute as he pretended to glare at me, though. “But so distracting. That means we’ll have to work hard to remember limits lists and what conversations we need to have before our first scenes.”

Sighing, he shook his head. “I’m going to have to make lists with you to make sure I don’t forget anything.”

Like forgetting lists and conversations.

I had no idea what to say to that but something popped out anyway. “I’m pretty sure you’re the distracting one.”

Oops.

If that’d been rude, Dally didn’t mind because he laughed, and the sound echoed around the room pulling nearly every eye in our direction. I froze, not sure what to do but Dally just waved them off and petted my chest as he kissed my cheek again. “I like distracting you.”

Feeling my face heating up, I tried not to squirm, but he was making me feel so much I felt like I was going to burst. “I don’t know what to do.”

Dally didn’t tell me I was being ridiculous. He simply gave me another look like he thought I was cute and settled back against me. “Well, we have a couple of options depending on how you’re feeling.”

Me?

“I…um…we.” Yes. We. “I want…we need…”

Ugh.

“It’s not about me? Is that what you were trying to say?” Dally’s smile was tender as he kissed my cheek that time. “Already taking care of your Daddy too. I think that deserves a big boy kiss.”

Wow.

Just the way he cupped my cheek shut down every cell in my brain and all I could do was watch him as he inched closer and gave me a heated, devilish grin. “Color, baby boy.”

Shoot.

Color.

Oh, his shirt.

I managed to point to the green stripe on his sleeve and that seemed to send a rush through Dally because he shivered like I’d just given him an orgasm. “Such a good boy.”

Was it possible to become addicted to making someone happy?

“For fuck’s sake.” The frustrated voice was filled with anger and had me nearly jumping out of my skin but Dally ignored it. He also seemed to be dead set on ignoring the man in the suit who’d sat down on the chair next to mine. “I wanted him. Why couldn’t you stay with the group arguing over which gaming system gets to claim orcs?”

My life had gotten so weird so quickly.

Was I supposed to respond to that?

Who was the angry man talking to?

Dally?

My brain didn’t work fast enough to deal with either of them, but as I tried to figure out what to say or do or how to respond, Dally sighed and kissed my cheek again. “Some people are drama queens.”

Wasn’t he a drama queen?

No.

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