Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Why would people want it to be green?
People were so weird.
“What does it look like normally?” Since it seemed to be a safer discussion than whether I’d been naughty, I focused on the pie. “Is it cheesecake white or something else?”
Giving his plate a quick glance, I scooped up a bite of my cake and held it out to Cohen. “This isn’t green.”
Oh.
I’d offered him a bite.
It took a few seconds for my brain to catch up to what my hand had done and the smirk on Cohen’s face said he knew the moment I’d started to panic.
He didn’t stop, though.
No, the naughty Dom leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my spoon, slowly letting his lips slide down the metal. I wasn’t sure how to describe what it did to me, but his eye contact was amazing.
I sat there dumbfounded and a bit brain-dead from all the blood in my body being in the little head instead of the big one, but Daddy fixed my shock.
He moaned.
Another jolt of desire flashed through me, bringing my mind back online, but that had me blushing and squirming. I knew I looked ridiculous, but the way both men were watching me made it hard to focus on that.
Scrambling for something to say, I looked down at my plate. “Did you like my cake?”
Cohen made a low, frustrated sound that had me automatically looking back at him. “Cutie, any dessert you share with me would be delicious.”
Oh.
Daddy sighed like we were the sweetest things he’d ever seen, but his sighs and smiles weren’t helpful. Well, not helpful in a what do I do now kind of way, but I was glad he liked whatever was happening.
“I don’t know what to do now.”
Shit.
As I blushed, both men reached out and laid their hands on mine, each taking one in a smooth gesture that made my heart beat faster. “Sorry.”
I felt like an idiot, but I’d never been in this kind of situation before.
What was I supposed to do now? This wasn’t sloppy drunks flirting in a bar. How did sexy comments about dessert turn into something more? What was more supposed to look like? Did the dessert comments mean they wanted to keep doing whatever we were doing?
“Don’t be sorry.” Daddy squeezed my hand, looking like he wanted to lean over and kiss me. “Now we finish our dessert and decide how we’re going to spend the rest of the evening.”
I could handle that…as long as I wasn’t making the decisions about what to do next.
Daddy looked over at Cohen, giving him an expectant now what kind of expression that made me want to smile. Cohen chuckled and shook his head, not bothering to hide his grin that time. “So it’s up to me, huh?”
As Daddy and I both nodded, Cohen chuckled and leaned back, studying us. “Well, I think traditionally, after a great first date dinner like this one, the next phase might be to go back to someone’s house and watch a movie or talk?”
Was that like Netflix and chill or actually talking?
I must’ve done something silly like blush again because both men turned to me wearing similar sexy smirks. “What?”
Now it was Cohen’s turn to give Daddy the look. Daddy chuckled and nodded at their psychic connection. “You shivered.”
Oh.
“Um, my cake is cold?” I looked down at the somehow half-gone treat. “The AC is on?”
Maybe?
“Of course it is.” Daddy squeezed my hand again and looked over at Cohen, a pleased, confident smile on his face. “I think a movie and couch cuddle sounds like the perfect way to continue our date.”
Our date.
It was weird, I couldn’t deny that, but it was…it was nice.
Well, it was nice until they both turned back to me. It was obvious I was supposed to say something. But I still wasn’t sure what anything was going to look like, and I didn’t want to ruin it by asking too many questions, so I scrambled for something to say.
“I’m green.” I was pretty sure that would be enough, so I looked down at their hands still holding mine. “I need my fingers.”
They both laughed, giving me another squeeze before slowly stroking their fingers over mine as they pulled away. Something about the tandem caresses and simply imagining what else they might do together had another shiver racing through me.
This time, their chuckles were full of wicked pleasure as I blushed and shoveled another bite quickly into my mouth. It was safer than talking as long as I didn’t choke, and since my cake was delicious, it wasn’t a hardship.
But eventually, it was gone.
So were their desserts too…
Now what?
Before I could figure out how to ask that and everything else running through my head, Daddy stroked his hand over my hair, smiling as I squirmed. “How about I ride over to Cohen’s with you? That way you don’t have to navigate there on your own.”