Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
“He said he’d be a couple of hours,” Brody told her patiently. “And you said you’d eat some breakfast.”
“I’m not hungry.”
Poor Brody. He’d cooked her several different dishes, trying to tempt her. But there was this knot in her tummy and she couldn’t eat.
He’s not coming back. He’s left you.
Stop it. He’ll be back.
Suddenly, they heard a noise and the elevator opened. As soon as the Fox stepped out, she was running toward him. She tripped over something and went flying through the air.
“Bunny!”
“Tutu!”
Before she could slam into the floor, she was caught and lifted.
“What are you doing?” the Fox asked. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. Something tripped me up. It was the floor. Stupid floor. Daddy!” She climbed him like a tree.
Definitely acting crazy.
“You’re shaking. What’s wrong? What happened?”
The Fox held Autumn against him, his concern building. She’d seemed all right when he left. That had only been less than three hours ago. But she was back to clinging to him like she had last night.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t know what’s going on. I just got so worried that you wouldn’t be coming back.”
“Baby, I’m here. I didn’t leave.”
“I know! I just don’t want you to be out of my sight. I just kept thinking that you wouldn’t come back, that something would happen to you! I started to feel anxious, like when I have a panic attack.”
“It’s almost like separation anxiety,” Brody said.
“I thought only kids got that,” she said.
“I think adults do too,” Brody replied.
The Fox nodded. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?”
“Never leave?”
“I have to go sometimes.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “But I’m always going to come back to you.”
“But you do dangerous things. You could get hurt.”
“The world is a dangerous place, Bunny. But it’s more likely I’d die in a car accident than from my job.”
She sucked in a breath.
“Ah, Fox, not helping,” Brody told him.
Right. Whoops.
“But I’m an excellent driver,” he told her. “That won’t happen.”
“I’m an excellent driver and I’ve had several accidents!” she wailed.
“You’re a terrible driver. In fact, I don’t want you driving anymore unless I give you lessons first and deem you capable.”
Her eyes widened. “What? You can’t do that.”
“I just did. No driving without graduating from the Fox’s school of driving. That goes for you too, Pup. Driving is dangerous, I won’t have you harmed.”
“Brody, tell Daddy how good I am!”
Both of them stared at Brody.
“I, um, oh, Tutu, you’re a terrible driver.”
She gasped dramatically. “How rude. I can’t believe this. I always thought I was wonderful. I suppose at least I have my ballet.”
The Fox opened his mouth and Brody shot him a look, slashing his hand over his throat.
“Why can’t I say anything about her ballet moves?” the Fox asked.
Brody groaned.
“What?” she asked. “What’s wrong with my ballet moves?”
“Nothing, baby girl. I think your ballet moves are amazing.”
For some reason, Brody looked relieved. He had no idea why. He was only telling the truth.
“Does anything else that help with your anxiety?” he asked.
“She gets less anxious when she’s in Little headspace,” Brody suggested.
Autumn nodded. “And when I have a cock in my mouth.”
They both gaped at her, and she went bright red. “What? It’s just the truth. I was thinking at Christmas I could paint his dick red and white with edible body paint and it would be like a candy cane. Too bad what comes out doesn’t taste like peppermint. Yum-yum.”
Brody let out a strangled noise and the Fox found himself biting back a smile. “Peppermint, huh?”
“Yep. Although I can probably get peppermint-flavored edible body paint. And if I can’t, that could be a new bestseller. I wonder if they make candy cane condoms. Not that we use condoms, they wouldn’t taste as nice as Brody’s cock.”
“Well, letting you suck on our dicks if you need to isn’t exactly a hardship,” he said bluntly. “Feeling anxious right now?”
“Fox!” Brody chided.
But Autumn just giggled. She understood he was joking. Brody shook his head at them.
“I have something to show you both.”
“Please don’t tell me it’s your dick,” Brody moaned.
“Would that disappoint you, Pup? My cock is magnificent.”
“I bet it is,” Autumn said. “But can we see what you were going to show us? Is it our surprise?”
He stood with her on one hip and held out a hand to Brody, helping him up. His boy gave him a shy look, but took his hand. As they moved, Autumn’s tummy rumbled.
“What’s that noise?”
“My tummy is talking,” she said impatiently. “Let’s go!”
“Haven’t you had breakfast?” he asked.
“She wouldn’t eat,” Brody told him.
“Bunny,” he said warningly. “You need to eat.”
“My tummy has butterflies. They’re being very naughty and won’t settle.”
“Maybe they’re hungry too. Breakfast before you get your surprise.” He carried her into the kitchen, his eyebrows rising at the mess he encountered.