Page 105 of Power Play Daddies
I let out something between a breath and a laugh. “Yeah, man. We are.”
Beau’s grinning now, but then Mason turns to him and punches him—hard—on the arm.
“What the fuck was that for?” Beau glares, rubbing his shoulder.
“For making us wait, asshole.”
Beau snorts. “Daisy wanted to tell you in person.”
Mason turns to her. “You enjoy making us suffer, don’t you?”
She shrugs, grinning. “Maybe a little.”
I shake my head, grinning too. “We should celebrate.”
“Dinner?” Mason suggests.
“We could make something here,” Beau offers.
Daisy tilts her head, eyes glinting. “I have a better idea.”
Then she reaches for the hem of her dress, her gaze flicking between us, teasing.
Mason arches a brow, arms crossing over his chest. “Yeah? What’s that?”
She stands slowly, stretching just enough to make the fabric shift higher on her thighs. “I think we should celebrate properly.”
Beau chuckles, shaking his head like he already knows where this is going. “And what exactly does that mean?”
Daisy moves closer, trailing her fingers down my chest, her touch light but electric. “It means…” She looks up at me, then at Mason, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “I want all of you.”
Heat pools low in my stomach.
Mason exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck, Daisy.”
Beau watches her, his jaw tightening. “You sure?”
She nods, voice softer now. “I want to feel all of you.”
I exchange a look with Mason and Beau. We don’t need words to know we’re all thinking the same thing—she’s ours.
And tonight, we’re going to remind her of that.
Daisy steps back slowly, letting her fingers trail over each of us as she moves. Her confidence is intoxicating, the way she looks at us—like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Like she knows we’ll give her everything she wants.
Beau is the first to move, his hand catching her wrist, pulling her flush against him. “You drive us crazy, you know that?” he murmurs against her temple.
She smiles, breathless. “I know.”
Mason is right behind her, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her dress. “Then you won’t mind if we return the favor.”
I step closer, caging her between us. “You want to be taken care of, baby?” My voice is low, controlled, but my hands say otherwise as they slide over her hips. “You just have to ask.”
Her breath hitches, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at me. “Please.”
The way she says it makes my restraint snap.
Beau groans, pressing his lips to her neck. Mason’s hands tighten on her thighs, lifting her slightly. And me? I grip her chin, tilting her face toward me. “Good girl.”
