Page 76 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

“Lincoln bears quite a bit of responsibility. Obviously, he isn’t responsible for someone else’s mental health. But he was cruel to her, there’s no denying that. It took him quite a while to come to terms with his role and whatnot.”

I remember Lincoln smearing his come over my chest while saying he was never there, that it never happened. If Caleb hadn’t been there to tell me what a dick Lincoln was being, I would have had a much harder time.

I can’t stop thinking about Willow, though. Infatuated, then ultimately crushed.

I have a feeling that I’m following in her footsteps, but I can’t stop what we’ve already begun.

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Caleb

When Lincoln and I get home on Friday, I’m overjoyed to see Evie sitting in the living room, a book in her hand and a little scowl on her face.

“You all right?” I ask her.

“Yeah, just reading. Why, did I look mad?”

I nod.

“I have an angry reading face,” she says with a laugh. “People always ask me what’s wrong.”

“Cute.” I bend down and kiss her forehead.

When she grips my arms to keep me close, I drop my bag and pull her fully into my arms.

“There are about a million filthy things I want to do to you,” I murmur.

“Like what?”

“Lemme take a shower, and then I’ll show you.”

She grins. “I bet you have a spreadsheet somewhere.”

“Nah, blueprints. We work with blueprints.”

I can’t resist her mouth, which I kiss, and kiss, and kiss. Behind me, Lincoln clears his throat. Pulling back from Evie’s sweet mouth, I say, “Your other daddy needs some sugar.”

He swoops in and kisses her just as hard as I did. She clings to his arms and makes soft sounds in her throat.

Smacking Lincoln’s shoulder, I say, “Come on. Showers for us both. Whoever’s out first gets their cock warmed.”

“Oh, no,” Evie says.

Lincoln gives her a sadistic grin. “Oh, yes.”

“Do either of you have a laptop I can borrow for a minute, then?” she asks. “Mine is updating and taking freaking forever.”

“Sure, you can use mine,” I say, pulling it from my bag. I quickly power it on and type in the password while Lincoln disappears upstairs to take his shower, the fucking cheater. As soon as the home screen flashes up, I race for the stairs, Evie’s giggles a soundtrack to my flight. I can already hear the shower running in the master suite.

A quick, cold shower, and then I’m wrapping a towel around my waist and hurrying downstairs.

Lincoln beat me to the living room. Asshole. Like me, he only has a towel around his waist, and also like me, his hair is wet and errant water drops are dripping down his neck and shoulders.

But instead of having Evie sitting on his cock, he has her bent over like he did the other night for her spanking. This time, though, my laptop is open in front of her so she can see the screen.

“Hey, Swann,” he says, “are you aware that your SexFest app pops up when you start your computer?”

SexFest is a porn and social media site. I visit it occasionally to either get off during a dry spell, or get ideas to use with a partner.

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