Page 274 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I laughed.
Daphne frowned. “No. Why?”
“You wanted colorful sprinkles. Rainbow sprinkles.”
“And?”
“Why would you want rainbow sprinkles? I don’t think you or him would enjoy that.”
“Him who? One of my servants?”
“No.” The waiter looked so confused.
And so did Daphne.
But I knew the waiter was referring to the very gay dick she’d just tried to order.
“Scratch the rainbow sprinkles then. Let’s go with chocolate ones.”
“And you’re sure you want more chocolate? After everything you just said?”
“Of course I’m sure. Wait. No. Yes. I’m positive.” She handed him the menu back. “Oh and a cherry on top, please.”
“Okay then.” The waiter turned around and left.
“Sounds delicious,” said Rob. “Wait, where did the waiter go? I wanted one too.”
“Trust me, you don’t need that,” I said.
Rob looked down at his body in his toga. “Speak for yourself.”
Daphne had killed my boner. But now that she’d stopped ordering, it was coming back. It had been forever since I’d touched Ash. I wanted to lick every inch of her skin. It was so easy to picture it being my hands on her hips. And her moaning my name.
I wished the guy would hurry up and cum so I could calm down.
The minotaur picked Ash up and tossed her on a couch.
Chastity walked over and started to feed her grapes while Ash got fucked.
Based on what I was seeing, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t believed Ash when she’d told me she was fucking everyone in the city. She was taking it like a total pro.
“He might be her lesser true love,” said Rob. “Did you check?”
He was right. What was I doing? I pulled out my lamp. And it had COOPER written on it.
“AHHH! It happened!” It was tempting to lift Robert up in my arms and give him a mouth kiss. But people were weird about that in this century. And besides...it was Robert. I didn’t want my mouth anywhere near his.
“But how?” I asked. “The minotaur didn’t cum yet. Did he?”
Rob burst out laughing. “I’m just fucking with you. That’s not your real lamp.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I found your real lamp during Thanksgiving. And had a replica made.” He tapped the lamp in my hand.
I looked down at the lamp. That wasn’t possible. Had he really known since Thanksgiving? I should have wiped the little shit’s memory anyway. Who cared if he missed several months of his life?
“And then I swapped it out the last time we all came over.” Rob giggled.
