Page 298 of Tempted By her Daddies

He’d seen that?

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean, Bunny,” he replied. “And I still want to know how you learned to break a hold.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” She smiled up at him even as her insides died a bit more at her lies. “I think that Salem was holding onto me quite loosely.”

“I guess he must have been.”

“Come on, you two,” Salem said.

“Shall I hug her again?” she asked as he took her hand once more to lead her into the warm house. They stopped in the small foyer and Salem removed Tamsyn’s hat, scarf, and gloves before taking off her coat and hanging it up.

Finally!

She felt like she couldn’t move with all those clothes on.

“Uh, no. I don’t think that’s necessary,” Salem said, giving her a curious look. “Strange, I didn’t take you for the hugging type.”

“I thought it was appropriate. Was it not? Oh no, I’ve messed up already, haven’t I? Shall I take it back?”

“How do you take back a hug?”

“I don’t know! Has anyone created time travel yet? Where’s Roman? He can look it up.” Her breathing was growing faster, and she twisted her hands in the nice, plain top that Salem had bought for her for tonight. His parents must like plain, boring clothes.

“Calm down.” Salem placed one hand around the back of her neck and squeezed.

It calmed her immediately.

She didn’t know how he did that. How could he calm her so easily? Of course, she’d never really gotten this worked up before she’d met them, so . . .

“Take a deep breath in and let it out slowly. And again. Good girl. That’s it. Nice, slow breaths.”

“We should go in,” she said. Would his family be wondering what they were doing?

“We’ll go when I think you’re ready and not before,” he told her sternly. “Now, I didn’t say talk. I said, breathe.”

Yikes.

So commanding.

And so arousing.

She pressed her thighs together.

“Our girl likes that,” Alexei said in a husky voice. “She likes being told what to do.”

She did.

And she was starting to think it was because she really didn’t know what she was doing most of the time. Give her a job and she was good. Tell her to infiltrate a gang and she was on it.

Take her home to meet the family.

No. Fucking. Clue.

“She does. But this isn’t about pleasure. This is about keeping her happy and calm and feeling secure. We are here with you, all right? You’re not alone. We are here. We’re not leaving you alone.”

“What if I do something inappropriate? Was hugging your mother wrong?”

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