Page 128 of Papa's Bébé
“All done?” Matthieu asked as she sat on the sofa next to him.
It was surprisingly brave for her. She tended to avoid getting too close to him.
“Yes,” she grumbled, shooting him a suspicious look. “Did you make extra dishes for me? Because there seemed to be a lot.”
“Nope.” He just hadn’t cleaned up as he went along the way that he usually did.
She’d written out the lines and had been unimpressed as he’d sat there afterward and made sure that she hadn’t skipped any words.
Then after dinner, she’d started washing the dishes without a word.
“Hmph.” She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted as she stared at the television.
“What would you like to watch?” he asked.
“Well, there’s this new spooky zombie series I’ve been wanting to watch.”
He hid his wince. Not his favorite. But he’d suck it up. “Sure, okay. We can watch that.”
An hour later,he was ready to take back any complaints about the sort of show she’d chosen to watch. Because she was currently pressed up against his arm, her arm wrapped around his and her breasts squished against his bicep.
As one of the super creepy zombies approached a house where people were hiding, she let out a gasp and pushed her face into his arm.
“No, no, no!” she cried. “I can’t watch.”
It was pretty gruesome. The zombie tore one of the people hiding into pieces. It wasn’t even eating it, just creating a huge, bloody mess.
“Why did you choose to watch this series if you are scared of zombies?” he asked curiously.
“Because I love them! I just don’t like the gory parts or when people die.”
“That’s most of the show,” he told her.
“I know. But I can’t stop now. I have to know what happens to the people, if they ever get rescued off the island. If the zombies get destroyed. I have to know.”
“Well, I think it’s time to stop.” He changed the channel.
“Nooo!” she cried, reaching across him to try and grab the remote.
But he held it just out of her reach. “Give it to me!” She climbed up onto her knees as she tried to get it. “Mine!”
“Not yours. You’ll have nightmares if you keep watching that right before bed.”
“No, I won’t! Put it back on!” She swung her leg over his lap and he let the remote slip out of his hand as she took hold.
“Yes! Got it!” She held the remote up triumphantly.
“Yep,” he replied absentmindedly as he attempted to convince his dick to stay down. To not react.
That it didn’t like the feel of her pressed against him, rubbing up and down.
Merde.
He was in such trouble right now.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, staring down at him innocently. And for once she wasn’t nervous. “You have a strange look on your . . . oh! I’m . . . I’m . . . I didn’t mean . . . ” She stared down at him. Well, she seemed to be staring at his mouth. Then she licked her lips.
Merde.
