Page 149 of Guardian Daddy

For close to two hours, Cate had sucked and played with him. He’d come five times. Now his balls were empty and his dick was kind of in hiding.

But damn . . . he hadn’t been lying when he’d said he could die a happy man. Not just because he’d gotten off five times, but because of the happiness in her face.

She’d enjoyed touching him, playing with him.

After he’d called time-out on their play, unable to handle much more, she’d gone to have a shower.

Now, he had to feed her. He’d just turned up the thermostat in the house—it was too cold for her in here.

He saw Brody’s name flash on his phone. “Hey, Brody, what’s up?”

“There’re new images on the blog,” Brody said without returning his greeting.

“Shit. Really? I thought that blog had gone quiet.” There hadn’t been anything much put on it. Of course, that could be because Rhodes had limited his appearances to those he deemed most important. “Did they put up new photos of Rhodes?”

“Uh, yeah. See, they aren’t photos of Rip this time. They’re photos of you.”

He stiffened. “Me?”

Cate walked into the room and gave him a curious look. He smiled at her as she moved to the kitchen to start the coffee.

“Why would there be photos of me on a blog about Rip?” he asked quietly as he moved into the living room.

“Can you get on your laptop and take a look at them? It would be easier than having to describe them.”

Fuck.

He didn’t like the sound of this.

Moving to his bedroom, he grabbed his laptop and found the blog.

“What the fuck?” He felt ill as he scrolled through the photos of him and Cate having lunch together last week. “How did I not notice some fucker taking photos of us?”

“Well, you look like you were busy at the time,” Brody said.

He spotted a photo of him wiping Cate’s face and hands.

“Plus, you were eating,” Brody said. “Not many men can multi-task like me and eat and do other things.”

“I can multi-task! And you’re always spilling food on yourself.”

“Yes, but at least I can eat and work.”

He sighed. “Fuck. I don’t get it though.”

“If it makes you feel better, I think they were taking these photos using a long-distance lens. There is no way you would have spotted them.”

It made him feel mildly better.

“What would they have to gain by putting photos of me and Cate up?” he asked. “They’ve never put up photos of Cate before, have they?”

“Who? What photos?” Ethan glanced up as Cate walked in carrying two cups of coffee. “Who are you talking to?”

“Brody, I’m going to put you on speaker. Cate just walked in.”

“Uh-oh,” Brody muttered. “Is she going to be upset?”

“Someone has posted photos of a private moment of ours, Brody,” he replied.

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