Page 18 of Pretty Princess

They’d reached the bedroom and Grant carried his boy to bed. He gently sat Caleb on the mattress and reached for his tiara.

“I want to sleep in it.” Caleb went to grab for it.

“How about we put it on the nightstand. I’d hate for you to roll over and smash it.”

“Oh yeah. That’s a good idea.”

“Let Daddy grab you something to wear to bed.”

Caleb yawned in response.

Chuckling, Grant strolled to the walk-in closet. He opened the doors and grinned. No longer did Caleb’s pretties get hidden behind other clothes. Now when he stepped inside Grant was greeted with an array of bright colors.

Although Caleb had been favoring purple lately. Before it had been pink. Maybe in another month, it would be something different. Grant didn’t mind. As long as they had the money Grant would buy every outfit in every color of the rainbow if that made his boy happy.

Since purple was on his mind Grant decided on the long silk nightgown that he knew would feel amazing against his pretty baby’s skin.

He picked up the matching panties before walking back toward the bed.

Caleb sat petting Lucy barely able to keep his eyes open.

“Let Daddy help.” Grant moved to the side of the bed.

“K, thanks, Daddy.” Caleb lifted his arms.

What a sweet boy. Grant was going to have to find a nice surprise as a reward. At this rate, they were going to have to add on to the playroom. Maybe tear down a wall. Huh, that had possibilities.

Byron

Byron gave both kittens fresh water before he turned off the kitchen light. The house was quiet. Too quiet. When Byron didn’t find Mitch in the living room or office he continued to the bedroom.

There was his boy. Laid out on the bedspread in nothing but his undies.

“Tired?” Byron asked as he walked in.

“Hmm, tired and happy.”

Byron stopped by the side of the bed. He ran his hand down Mitch’s back to cup his cute little bottom. “So, you had a good time at the party?”

“I had a great time. But my Daddy was very naughty.”

“Was he?” Byron hummed.

Mitch lifted his head. “Yep, I think he should be punished.”

Byron laughed. “And what are you going to do to punish your Daddy?”

“I don’t know,” Mitch said with a smirk. “I’m just a little boy. Maybe I’ll have to enlist my friends to help.”

Oh, this couldn’t be good. “What if Daddy is sorry?”

“Are you?” Mitch asked.

“No.”

Mitch huffed. He rolled over, exposing the erection trapped in Mitch’s tight undies. “I guess you’ll have to convince me to forgive you.”

“How would I be able to do that?” Byron snuck his hand beneath the tight fabric.

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