Page 82 of The Accidental Dragon Baby

“Hmm. No one we have to meet urgently.” Ace watched as Ivo scrolled through the bookcases on his phone. “I like this one.”

It was a bookcase with serpentine dragons carved into the outer edges. The wood was a rich red, almost like fire.

“I like it too,” Ivo said.

“Mm. Put that in your cart; we’ll get back to it later. For now, I want to read a book.” Ace took Ivo’s phone and navigated to one of his ebooks—Stuffed by the Billionaire.

Ivo’s heart skipped. That wasn’t a book they usually read with visitors around. “Don’t we have a guest?”

“It’s just Duke. He can wait a while. The guy needs a break, anyway.” Ace pressed their cheeks together, tapping on one of their bookmarks and enlarging the font size. “Hold the phone up, sweetheart. Read it aloud.”

Ivo’s face burned. “O-okay.” He cleared his throat, knowing from the first lines which scene Ace had picked. “‘K-Karl stroked his palms up Terry’s thighs, spreading them open.’”

Ace gripped the insides of Ivo’s legs, pulling them apart. Exactly like the book. Ivo swallowed dryly.

“‘H-he brought his hands close to Terry’s bulge but didn’t touch it, skimming his nose through Terry’s hair.’”

“You smell good,” Ace whispered, rubbing Ivo’s sensitive inner thighs and leaving his fingers just a hairsbreadth from his cock.

It was a special kind of thrill, knowing that whatever happened to the book’s characters would also happen to him. Especially because Terry was going to be fucked loose by the end of the chapter, fucked out of his mind, and Ace was making him that promise, right now.

“‘H-he ran his fingertips over Terry’s bulge, pressing down harder and harder until Terry gasped and twitched.’”

Ace’s touch was muffled through Ivo’s pants, but he did exactly as Karl did, stroking Ivo over and over until he squirmed on Ace’s lap.

“Did you wear it like I asked?” Ace whispered.

Ivo nodded, his heart thumping. “‘Terry’s cock began to strain against his pants.’”

“I wonder what’s in here,” Ace whispered, undoing the drawstring of Ivo’s sweatpants with deft fingers.

“You’re skipping ahead,” Ivo mumbled.

“Mm-hmm.” Ace pulled the waistband away from Ivo’s body and leaned sideways, so he could see past Ivo’s belly. “So fucking sexy, sweetheart. Your pretty cock stretching out your lace panties, all for me.”

“Not that I can see it,” Ivo mumbled. “All I see is my belly.”

Ace laughed throatily and turned them to face a newly installed floor-length mirror. With a bit of fumbling, Ace slid Ivo’s pants and shirt off, leaving his scarred body clad only in a whisper of fabric.

The lace was a light pink, stark against the red, desperate line of Ivo’s cock. Already, there was a wet spot at his tip.

“I love seeing this,” Ace whispered hotly into his ear.

He cupped Ivo’s chest and squeezed his swollen nipples, so milk dripped freely down his hands. Ivo moaned; Ace massaged his pecs and squeezed his nipples again, on and on until Ivo whimpered and his balls pulled tight, his cock leaking nonstop in his panties. He could feel the solid length of Ace’s bulge, too, its shape muffled by the layers of his clothes.

“Keep reading, sweetheart.”

“‘K-Karl swept aside Terry’s panties, letting his cock slide between his cheeks—’”

Ace lifted Ivo off his lap. The next thing he knew, Ace’s fingers pushed through the frilly opening in Ivo’s panties, spreading them. And a blunt tip shoved up against his hole, hungry and unapologetic.

Ivo clutched his phone, slick leaking out of him.

“Keep reading,” Ace said, pressing against his entrance.

“‘Karl kissed Terry’s neck and rocked his length against Terry’s hole—’”

Here, Ace deviated from the script. He pushed his tip into Ivo, then dragged Ivo’s body down his cock, forcing him open in a sweet rush of pleasure.

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