Page 171 of Tempted By her Daddies

“What the hell is this thing?” Alexei picked up the ugliest, saddest toy that he’d ever seen in his life. “You bought this for her?”

He’d gotten home about two hours ago to find Tamsyn and Salem still out. Which he hadn’t been happy about.

But apparently their shopping trip had been successful.

Well, sort of.

Alexei didn’t consider this ratty toy successful.

He was sitting on a chair in the living room while Roman and Salem were on the couch. Tamsyn was getting changed in a downstairs bedroom. She’d wanted to do everything herself, and it was easy to see that Salem hadn’t liked that much, but he’d given in as long as she wasn’t going up and down the stairs alone.

“I tried to convince her to get one of the other stuffed toys,” Salem said. “But she wanted this thing. I think the girl at the counter actually discounted it so heavily that we were paid to take it. Apparently, it wasn’t even supposed to be out on the shelves. I’m guessing someone else felt sorry for the ugly thing.”

“It is . . . different,” Roman said.

“Whatever you do, don’t call it ugly in front of her,” Salem warned. “She loves it and I was just happy that she was embracing her Little side. I managed to buy a few other things, but not much. I’m going to do some online shopping for adult clothes too.”

Roman frowned. “She agreed to that?”

“No,” Salem replied. “I’m still doing it.”

Alexei grinned. “You’re starting to act more like me.” He placed his hand over his chest. “I’ve never been more proud.”

Salem rolled his eyes at him. “Anyway, I have some other things to tell you. I had to spank her while we were out.”

“Had to?” Roman looked shocked. “Why would you have to spank her?”

“Because she broke the rules. She wandered off when I told her to stay put. Unbuckled herself from the cart when I wasn’t looking to go to the bathroom.”

“Naughty.” Alexei was sad he’d missed that, he’d have enjoyed spanking her bottom for that misbehaviour.

“Oxford found her,” Salem added.

“What? That asshole.” Alexei wasn’t a fan of Oxford. The other man was an uptight prick. He was extremely black and white where Alexei liked a bit of gray in his life.

He’d thought that Salem was too black and white for him when he’d first met him. But he’d soon learned that Salem had quite a bit of gray in him.

There was nothing that Salem wouldn’t do for those he loved. Including murder.

Alexei appreciated those sorts of qualities in a friend.

“He wasn’t happy that a Little was wandering around on her own,” Salem told him. “I thought he was going to kick us out.”

“It’s not the club, though,” Roman protested. “There’s no formal rules, are there? And it’s a place that caters to Littles, they’re going to break the rules now and then.”

“I don’t think that any Little that belonged to Oxford would dare disobey him,” Alexei muttered. “And then there are those assholes he’s friends with.”

“His friends?” Roman asked.

“He has several friends in high places,” Salem said. “But let me get to the rest of this before she comes out.”

“She’s taking a while, do you think she’s okay?” Alexei asked. He felt this strange humming beneath his skin. This need to get to her . . . to see her . . . to touch her.

It was odd.

He’d never felt this way about a woman before in his life.

About anyone before.

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