Page 32 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

“No!”

“I’ll continue your massage when Zarrie takes a nap.”

Pinks froze. His imagination took Galent’s words and ran with them: Galent pressing him down into the mattress, strongfingers working over his bare back, down his sides, kneading his asscheeks and spreading them open. Maybe massaging inside, too, hooking his fingers against the best spot until Pinks gasped and writhed.

“You’re not going to turn into a statue, are you?” Pinks asked suspiciously. “Actually, do you have an off button? Like maybe somewhere on your body, there’s a spot I can push, and you’ll stop being a statue?”

Galent rubbed his chin. “You mean, to undo the curse temporarily? I hadn’t considered that. But you’re welcome to try.”

“What if it’s a weird spot?” Pinks cried. “Like in your mouth? Or... Or...”

A smile spread across Galent’s face. “Or...? My cock?”

“I already tried that one,” Pinks muttered. “You broke my phone with it.”

“Did your phone touch my tip, though? Or maybe my balls? Maybe I need to be stroked?”

“Maybe your nipples need to be pinched. Hard,” Pinks grumbled.

“Both at the same time, while you do a sultry dance.” Galent’s eyes were laughing.

“Oh, gods. That’s like playing Twister on your body.”

“You have my blanket permission to experiment.”

Pinks shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“On the contrary, I think I do.” The giant grinned. “I trust you, Pinks.”

“Well, you shouldn’t.” Pinks wasn’t sure how to react to any of this, so he took the coward’s way out. “I’m going to feed Zarrie and see if she needs a diaper change.”

He scrambled away, snatching Zarrie out of her playpen and hurrying to his bedroom.

“Sorry,” he told her. “I got distracted by a—a very annoying man.”

In the kitchen, Galent snorted.

“A very annoying man who iseavesdropping,” Pinks muttered. He ignored the squeak of the chair as Galent stood, the heavy footsteps out of the kitchen into the living room, where Galent began speaking quietly to the shopping cart.

Nope. Pinks wasnotgoing to be a hypocrite.

He hefted Zarrie into the air to make her squeal, then blew a raspberry on her little tummy. When she giggled, he melted, dropping kisses all over her face.

He changed her diaper and cleaned up, before settling with her in bed, his bare back against the wall. Zarrie nursed hungrily from his chest. Instead of eavesdropping likecertain questionable giants,Pinks began singing lullabies to pass the time.

Galent stopped in the open hallway, raking his dark gaze over Pinks.

Pinks frowned. “What do you want?”

The giant leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his ankles. “Just to look.”

Too late, Pinks remembered that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. And that his other nipple had begun leaking when Zarrie started nursing.

Galent had noticed that, too. He prowled into Pinks’ bedroom like he owned the place, dragging his tongue over his lips.

“What’re you looking at?” Pinks growled.

Galent’s smile grew.

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