Page 134 of Tempted By her Daddies

Had she been awake before he came in or had he woken her up?

She slid from the bed without waking Roman. He frowned when he saw that she was no longer wearing his sweatshirt. But she reached down and grabbed it from the floor, pulling it over her head.

That was better.

He didn’t give a fuck what it said about him to be this possessive of her. He was who he was.

And he wasn’t going to apologize.

On silent feet that impressed him, she walked over to where he sat.

“Are you all right?” she whispered.

His eyebrows rose. She was concerned about him? Not upset that he’d snuck into her room in the middle of the night?

He crooked a finger at her and she slowly walked closer.

But not close enough.

Leaning forward, he grasped her around the waist and lifted her onto his lap so her legs straddled his. His large hands tightened their hold on her thighs as she wriggled.

“Stay still,” he murmured. “Or you might get more than you bargained for.”

She froze. “Do you mean . . .”

“I’m hard as a rock, baby. And this close to stripping off those boxers and bending you over that bed.”

He heard her breath hitch, but she made no other noise. She was good at staying quiet. It made him want to test her. To see how long she could stay quiet while he licked her pussy.

“I don’t think you’re ready for that, though,” he whispered.

“I’m not?” She didn’t sound so sure.

“No. But you will be. And then you’ll find out what it truly means to be mine. In all ways.” He reached down and cupped her mound through the thin material of Roman’s boxers.

He had to fight another surge of jealousy. She was theirs too. She could wear their clothes.

But he didn’t have to like it. He wanted to rip their clothes off her.

And cover her with him.

He moved his hand up to the waistband of the boxers and slid it underneath and down to her slit.

Fuck. She was so wet.

“We shouldn’t be doing this with Roman just there,” she said, squirming.

He lightly slapped her ass. “Stay still. You don’t want to wake him. And I won’t hesitate to put you over my knee if you’re naughty.”

Her breath hitched again.

Oh, she liked the idea of that, didn’t she?

She was a very naughty girl.

He slid his finger down to her entrance, pushing it inside.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “This isn’t what I came in for.”

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