Page 12 of Daddy's Sweet Streamer

“You can help by parking your cute little ass in that chair and relaxing while I fix us up some food,” he replies, smirking.

“I can think over something else I’d like to use my cute little ass for,” I mumble under my breath.

“Oh really?” he asks, looking me up and down with a lusty glance.

I flush, knowing that we haven’t gone that far yet. Shrugging, I feel comfortable enough to tell him, “I’m a bottom, if you haven’t figured that out yet.”

His lips twitch but that sultry look still flashes around his eyes. “Yes, I got that sometime between you losing your mind while I rimmed you in the shower and finding your toy collection.”

Phew, is it hot in here?

“If you want me to fuck you,” he starts, voice low and husky. “All you have to do is ask, baby. I’ll do anything you want, and being inside of you is one of my favorite pastimes.”

If I was prepped and ready to go I’d suggest skipping dinner and go for it right now. Unfortunately, I’m not ready right this second, and knocking on my door interrupts us.

“Pity,” he comments, nodding to it. “You going to get that, baby?”

I groan, sliding off of my barstool. “I hate people.”

“Except for me?”

“Except for you,” I agree, grinning like a lovesick idiot as I head for the door.

Opening it, I’m surprised to find someone who looks scarily like my boyfriend behind it. He’s wearing a suit instead of jeans but their faces and size are eerily similar. “Um, hi?” I say, dumbfounded. “Can I help you?”

“Is Anthony here?”

Whoa, they sound alike too.

Mutely I nod, using my thumb to point over my shoulder. “He’s in the kitchen. Do you… do you want to come in or?”

“What are you doing here?” Anthony demands, having come up from behind me. His voice is harsher than normal.

“What are you doing without a shirt?” the man counters, arching an eyebrow.

“Is this your brother?” I guess, biting my lip nervously.

“The one and only,” the man I now know to be Austin Smoke drawls. “Are you going to invite me in?”

“No,” Anthony snaps at the same time I say “Sure.”

Austin lets himself in, breezing past his brother. “This is cozy,” he comments, looking around the space, noting the kitchen full of half-prepped ingredients. “How long have you been seeing each other?”

Coldly, Anthony crosses his arms. “None of your business.”

“Almost a month,” I chime in, trying to be nice. Reaching out my hand for a shake, I add, “I’m Milo, it’s nice to meet you, Anthony has told me a lot about you.”

He shakes my hand but doesn’t look impressed. “Interesting, he hasn’t said a thing about you.”

Ouch. Rude.

My eyebrows scrunch together and Anthony looks like he wants to murder his brother. “Yes, well, like I said, our relationship is new.”

“Is there a reason that you’re here pissing me off?” Anthony demands.

“You date a lot of older men, Milo?” Austin asks, ignoring his brother.

“Hey!” Anthony seethes. “Don’t talk to him like that.”

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