Page 90 of Grand Love

And for the love of all that is holy I am rendered absolutely stupid.

You cannot lick him.

Mason lifts his head, sensing my presence at the door. “What was that?” He frowns.

I pop a brow, swallowing the saliva that threatens to slip out and drip down my chin like a drooling puppy. “Huh?”

“You said I can’t lick him.”

My cheeks flame and his face morphs into a knowing smile.

“No, I didn’t.” I panic. I did not say that out loud.

“Sorry.” His smile is so wide I’m surprised his face doesn’t split in two. He’s so smug. “Ellis soaked me. I was going to jump in. We do it at home.”

“Okay.” I nod eagerly.

He licks his lips, concealing his grin as he continues to pull off his trousers.

Am I a complete pervert for wanting to watch this? I should leave. I should go and wait in the living room, but I’m rooted to the ground. Unable to move my feet even if I wanted to.

Keeping his boxers on, he climbs into the tub and sits opposite Ellis. He looks massive in my tiny bath, and really fucking good too.

They splash the water and Ellis chuckles. I sense they do this a lot as Ellis watches Mason’s every move, waiting as if he knows what’s to come. They are scooping up cups of water and pouring them over their heads. Apparently, that is hilarious. I can’t help but smile.

“Do you mind putting my shirt in the dryer, Mummy?” Mason asks, winking at Ellis and snapping me out of my trance.

“Of course.” I walk to the bath and reach for the T-shirt.

“Nina.”

“Mum, Mum, Ma.” I snap my head up in surprise when they both say my name, my shock coming from Ellis finally saying Mum for the first time. Although, I’m not met with a happy smile, and I’m not given the chance to get excited about it. No, I am met with a face full of water.

I gasp, squeezing my eyes tight.

“Oh my god, did you see that! It’s like he knew I was going to get you!” I barely see but I can hear how proud Mason is of his son.

They both threw their cups over me, soaking my face and tank. “What was that for!” I wipe at my face, probably smearing my mascara.

“It’s tradition. Everyone gets wet at bath time, Mummy.” Mason shrugs, his face cheeky and knowing.

“Not in this house! Is that why you made me come closer? You ass.”

“Language, Mummy,” he says to me but looks at Ellis, his abs rippling as he chuckles. “I think Mum, Mum, Ma is feeling the cold, Ellis.”

I drop my eyes from his perfect face and notice that my nipples are straining against the fabric of my tank. The water has soaked the white material and my breasts are very visible.

Covering them with my hands, I shake my head at Mason and edge out the bathroom. “You need to get out of my bath, then my apartment,” I say, keeping it playful.

He bites his lip, giving me a panty-melting look. “You’re not getting in?”

“No.”

“Spoil sport. Mummy’s a spoilsport.”

“And Daddy’s a moron.”

“Da, Da, Da, Da,” Ellis babbles.

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