Page 4 of Screw Me Daddy

That being said, it’s time for me to divert the attention away from me and back onto Lane.

After all, it’s his fault that we’ve got the Reece Bellham contract with just about the most insane deadline imaginable – and there’s no way Lane is getting off the hook for that without at least some shit from me and the crew!

‘A big boy needs a seriously big bath alright,’ I say, walking from my bedroom and into my bathroom. ‘And this bath doesnotdisappoint!’

I might be twenty-eight years old and shower usually twice a day, but nothing beats a nice long soak in the tub. It brings back so many childhood memories for me, and if the bathtub happens to come fully loaded with bubbles and bath toys then that’s pretty much all I need.

When I moved into the cottage it was pretty much perfect.

Wonderful beach location? Yup.

Spare room for my weights and training gear? Hell yeah.

Double door refrigerator for my protein shakes and treat snacks too? Of course.

But one thing that was missing was a bathtub big enough for me to enjoy. So, after a little negotiation with the landlady, I put in a super-large bathtub that would probably feel like a swimming pool to anyone under 5’8”.

At 6’5” I need every inch I can get – LOL, in more ways than one too!

As I open up the twin faucets and let the water fill up in the bath, I can’t help but think about Reece Bellham.

‘Don’t pick up the phone,’ I mumble, thinking that by saying it out loud I might be able to prevent myself from looking up the hunky soccer player and going straight to Google Images. ‘Don’t do it…’

I quickly reach for my cell phone and scroll through some images of Reece Bellham in various action shots from his days as a soccer star.

‘Those thighs,’ I say, practically drooling. ‘Those abs. That jawline. But… thatass…’

I can feel my cock hardening underneath my thick bath towel. I can feel my entire body and mind springing to life and running riot with fantasies about serving Reece Bellham’s perfect booty with my eager tongue.

‘Yikes, no, not know,’ I say, showing incredible discipline by putting my cell phone down on the opposite side of the bathroom.

I manage to distract myself by looking through my relaxing bath salts and bubble baths. With a whole ton of different options togo for, I end up pouring in one absolutely wild mixture of scents, colors, and flavors.

‘Whatever, it’ll feel good,’ I laugh, picking up Shine and putting him down on his favorite wicker chair so he can watch me in the bath.

Shine might be an otter, but he really doesn’t like getting wet. It must be a stuffie thing LOL, but to me Shine is still the best otter in the whole wide world, and I love him with all my heart.

Whenever I doubt myself, Shine is always there for me.

When my mean ex-Daddy told me I was too big and strong to be a proper Little, Shine was there for me to cuddle and cry with on those lonely first nights after we broke up.

So, yeah, Shine gets his own exclusive-use bathroom chair!

‘Hmm, the bath’s about ready,’ I say, noticing the water rising to a good level and the bubbles looking like they’re just about ready to move into seriously bubblicious territory.

With that, I let the towel drop from around my waist and I clamber into the hot water. The bubbles pop and tingle as I lower in my naked body, tired from a full day of working with my fellow Blue Collar Boys.

I close my eyes ready to relax.

But all I can think of is one man… a certain soccer star who might just be a Daddy, but definitely does have the mostperfectass in all of sports.

Chapter 2

Reece

‘Last one to the top pays for dinner,’ I grin, revving my Ferrari’s tuned-up engine. ‘And I’m talking VIP seat at La Modo.’

‘So… you’re paying then?’ Trent replies, flashing me his million-dollar smile. ‘Surf’s up, motherfucker.’

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