Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
When in doubt…ask.
There was silence for several seconds from the room until I heard more rustling. What was he doing? Cohen was never that noisy, but asking him why he was being so loud seemed rude or like a bad idea at the very least.
Before I broke and my nosiness got the best of me, Cohen spoke from the other side of the door. “As much as I want to dress you up in something pretty just so I can strip it off you, I’ll wait for that until we do your fashion show.”
Blushing, I had to fight the urge to cup my hand over my growing erection. It was silly and juvenile, but I couldn’t help it. He knew what the words would do to me…that was why he’d said them. The fantasy was still just as hot as the first time he’d teased me with it and I knew it wouldn’t fade.
“Yes, Sir.” I gave up trying to control my reaction when he opened the bathroom door wearing a cheeky, pleased with himself Dom grin.
“Such a naughty sub.” Shaking his head and making my erection even harder, he reached out and took my hand, pulling me against him. “So many wicked desires and you pretend to be so innocent.”
That did not help my blush…but it did make it a bit harder to remember why I’d been so nervous to begin with.
Oh.
As he wrapped me in his arms, I finally noticed the glow of the candles in the dim bedroom. “You got the candles out, Sir.”
It was beautiful and romantic, but it made it even harder to guess what he’d planned.
Cohen let out an unexpected chuckle and shook his head. “No, I didn’t.”
Huh?
They were out, so of course he’d…oh.
My head popped up like I was in an old cartoon as I pulled away from him. “Really?”
Laughing, Cohen pulled me into his arms again and stepped back so we walked deeper into the room. When I could finally see the bed and the wonderfully romantic room, I laughed.
“Daddy.” Leaning in, I kissed Cohen’s cheek and bounced excitedly, not sure what to do I was so wound up. “Daddy’s home early, Sir.”
I knew it was stupid as soon as the words came out of my mouth, but I just couldn’t help it. Cohen didn’t laugh, though. He smiled and kissed my cheek before leaning down and nibbling on my neck. “We wanted to surprise you, baby.”
The excitement was mixed with tender emotions and a shiver from the wonderful way his teeth scraped my neck, and the combination killed my brain cells. I was just standing there smiling like a dork as Bishop ran a hand down his sexy, naked chest, getting temptingly close to his erection that was arching up toward his belly button.
“Go say hello to your Daddy, baby.” Cohen gave me one last peck before patting my ass and relaxing his hold.
The words freed my muscles and I bounded over to the bed, throwing myself onto it and Daddy as he laughed. “Come here, cutie.”
As he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer so I was draped down the length of his body, he took my mouth in a long, slow kiss. It wasn’t until I moaned against his lips as his hands started stroking down my back that I remembered I was naked…and he was naked.
Every shift had our dicks rubbing against each other’s and it just made me even harder and even needier.
Daddy was home.
Cohen had known Daddy was home.
Pulling back, I turned my head and frowned at Cohen, who was standing by the bed watching us with a goofy smile like we were the cutest things he’d ever seen. “You knew he was home.”
Duh.
He laughed, nodding. “Yes, I did.”
“Daddy.” I turned back and pouted. “Uncle Cohen didn’t tell me you were back.”
Cohen started to soften and stepped closer to the bed, but Daddy scoffed. “I’m not going to try to punish Cohen or reward you.”
Shoot.
That would be fun either way.
I had to fight not to giggle when Daddy glared at Cohen. “That’s how you ended up having dessert every meal, isn’t it?”
Shaking my head, I made sure to answer before Cohen could start to feel guilty. “No, Daddy. I had salads this week and bananas and berries and we went to the gym and even went running.”
As long as he didn’t ask me what else was on the salad or what else I had with the fruit, we were fine. Cohen might’ve thought I was the weak link, but he would definitely feel guilty if he thought he’d disappointed Daddy.
Bingo.
Daddy grinned and he latched on to the exercise just like I’d thought he would. “How did you like going running together?”
Before I could answer, he flashed me a cheeky grin and distracted me. “I heard you were quite the distraction at the gym.”